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And I can’t help the cold that drips down my spine.
“Oh my God, I whisper. “Is he dead?”
“I’m not sure yet,” Knox says, kissing my shoulder. His hands roam my body, caressing every inch.
“And if he’s dead?”
“Then he’ll get a proper funeral.”
*Jesus. You people are insane.”
“It’s an underground fighting ring. What did you think was going to happen? They signed up for this.”
“I just came while someone was possibly dying, Knox.”
“Is your problem that he might be dead?” he says, turning me to face him, “or that you enjoyed it?”
I cover my face with both hands. “I’m a freak.”
“There’s no denying that. But you’re my freak. A freak who just won over two hundred grand.”
My hands part slightly. I peek at him through my fingers.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he says, grinning. “I’ll show you.”
I lower my hands and look at him fully. He reaches to the side of the couch, fingers grazing the edge until he finds his phone. He brings it up, swipes the screen, but his expression immediately changes.
His grin fades into a frown.
“What is it?” I ask.
He doesn’t reply at first, eyes scanning whatever he’s seeing on the screen. Then he starts typing, his fingers moving fast, jaw tight.
“Knox,” I press, “what is it?”
He exhales through his nose. “Yara’s been trying to reach me.”
Yara?
My brain stumbles for a second, searching for the name.
Oh, right.
“The psychologist?” I say.
“Mmhmm,” he mutters, still typing.
“Why would your therapist be texting you at this time?”
“We need to go,” he says suddenly, sitting up straighter. “Apparently, Soraya has been arrested for shoplifting.”
He says the word “shoplifting” like it’s sour.
My eyes narrow. “Who the fuck is Soraya?”
That’s when he lifts his head from his screen. His whole expression goes blank, as if remembering where he is.
“Umm,” he says slowly, “promise you’re not going to freak out until I explain.”
“Explain what?” I demand. “Who’s she, Knox?”
He holds my gaze, tension buzzing off him in waves.
“Well… legally, or should I say illegally, she’s my wife.”
The Trip To The Station
Never in the history of a person saying “don’t freak out right before dropping freak out worthy news has it ever actually stopped anyone from freaking out Especially not when the bomb being dropped is your boyfriend announcing out of nowhere that he has a wife
I’m freaking out.
I am so, so, freaking out.
Every nerve in my body is buzzing like it’s been plugged into an electric fence. My chest feels tight, my thoughts are aff over the place, and my brain is trying to reboot like someone just yanked the power cord out and jammed it back in again. Because what the hell did he mean by, “She’s my wife”?
Knox is leading me out of the building, hand clamped around mine like he’s afraid I’ll run otherwise
Back in that private booth, I’d screamed at him for answers-naked and shaking-and Knox gave me this false calm. Said he d explain everything on the way to the station. That we needed to go. That now wasn’t the time.
I didn’t buy it, but I let him think I did.
I got dressed and let him hold my hand all the way out of the ring and into the elevator, trying to be patient. But the moment the doors slide open and we’re aboveground again, I yank my hand free and start walking fast
“Bunny,” Knox says behind me. His footsteps pick up. Then his hand wraps around my arm. “Don’t make a scene.”
Don’t make a scene?
I twist my head to glare at him just as we pass the bouncer, who nods.
“Have a good night, Storm,” the guy says, like none of this is weird. He’s probably seen this exact scene play out a million times in this place.
Knox pulls me along until we’re outside, and the heavy metal door slams behind us.
The air outside is cool. Much quieter than the chaos back underground.
We make it all the way to the car before I lose all my self-control, turning to face him.
“Is this a good enough spot to make a scene, Knox?” I ask.
He sighs, stepping closer. “It’s not what you think, I promise.”
“Oh? Because when someone says ‘I have a wife’ to his girlfriend, it usually means they have a wife. It’s not that complicated.”
“It’s complicated,” he says quietly. “It’s not exactly a marriage. It’s a favor.”
I laugh without meaning to. “A favor? I’m supposed to believe that you-the man who doesn’t give a fuck about anyone but himself-married someone as a favor?”
His hands come up slowly, fingers sliding into my hair with the kind of quiet tenderness that catches me off guard.
Then his forehead rests against mine, breath mixing with mine. His eyes are closed like he’s trying to gather the right words, or maybe he’s just hoping I’ll stop shaking.
“That’s not right, baby, is it?” he says. “This man who doesn’t give a fuck about anyone gives a fuck about you.”
I hold my breath, trying so hard not to give in to his sweet words, not to soften into jelly and collapse in his arms.
“Just get in the car, Sloane. I’ll explain everything on the way. I don’t want Soraya sitting in that station any longer than necessary.”
At the mention of that name, my mood resets to square one.
I push him back. Hard enough to make him stumble a little.
“You’re pissing me off more, Knox.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” he says, his voice coaxing. “Just name it.”
I dig into my purse, my fingers fumbling through lipstick tubes, receipts, and loose change as I fish out my keys. The keys feel like razors when I finally find them.
Without even thinking, I rip them out and slap them against his chest.
“There’s no fucking way I’m driving you to go see your wife,” I say, voice tight. “You drive.”
I don’t wait to see his reaction. I spin on my heel and march around to the passenger side, my heels crunching against the gravel.
I swear I hear him chuckling under his breath.
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