"Mason Bradley is the best of both worlds - passionate lover to Claire, the one woman he can't get enough of, and fierce protector, going back to his past as a fighter to uncover and stop a deadly trend. Mason's past and present collide in this fast-paced story. It will leave you on edge and BREATHLESS. By far my favorite book of L.P.'s to date! - Two Sassy Chicks
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The door to the arena room was open, and the moment we stepped in Claire gasped and I stared, wide-eyed at all the people."Holy shit," I breathed in awe. "It's packed."
Every single chair around the cage was occupied and there were people standing around everywhere. There were two guys already in the cage battling it out, except they looked to be part of the Lightweight division. When I fought several years ago, I was competing for the Heavyweight title. If they did fights in order of division then I would be going up there last."Hey, guys," Tyler exclaimed, carrying a beer in his hands.
Disapprovingly, I glared at the beer and then back up to him. "You should know better than to get drunk before a fight. It makes you sloppy," I scolded him.
I really didn't care either way what he did, but I knew better than to drink when I had to compete.Tyler chugged his beer and threw his cup in the trash a little too roughly.
"I do know better than to drink when I have to fight, but unfortunately, I'm not fighting tonight," he announced.
"Wait, what?" Claire cut in. "What do you mean you're not fighting? If you're not the one fighting Mason then who is?"
Tyler glanced around the room with narrowed eyes until he found the person I was to fight and pointed to him. "That's the guy over there with the blue mohawk. I think you might know him. He said he owed you for something you did a long time ago. Care to explain," Tyler inquired curiously.
Following the direction of Ty's pointed finger, I groaned when I saw the guy with the blue mohawk. Fuck, I knew who he was, or better yet, I knew his wife ... very well.
"What is it Mason?" Claire askedworriedly. "Who is he?"
His name was Chase Benfield and I didthe unthinkable by fucking his wife. Blowing out a frustrated breath, I loweredmy head and began to explain, "Do you remember when I mentioned I had a darkpast?"
"Yeah," she said, drawling out the word."Let me guess, you fought him back in the day?"
I nodded. "Yes, but that wasn't justit." I didn't want to tell her what I did because I was ashamed of the way Iacted and the way I did things. I was sure she would understand, hopefully, butI didn't want her thinking less of me.
Claire let go of my hand and crossed herarms over her chest defiantly. "Dammit, just tell me already. You did this sameshit to me when I was keeping something from you."
"Fine," I gave in, "but I need you toknow it was a long time ago and it was before I even met you. I was stupid anddid lots of stupid things that I shouldn't have."
She rolled her eyes. "Let me guess, youslept with his girlfriend," she guessed blandly.
Sighing, I regretfully nodded my headand waited for the angry words to come spewing out of her mouth. Instead, shesaid, "So, what's the big deal? You slept with her. That shit happens all thetime. Why would he be angry about that still?"
"Well," I began, "it was actually hiswife and I hooked up with her in my prepping room during his fight for a spotat the Heavyweight title. His trainer had come looking for her and found us.Needless to say, word got back to Chase awfully fast."
Claire groaned and hung her head. "Oh,hell, this isn't going to be good."
Chase finally spotted me from across theroom and snarled his lip. No, Ithought to myself, this definitely wasn'tgoing to be good.