Chapter 37: I Am Fighting Tonight

Chapter 37: I Am Fighting Tonight
Chapter 37: I Am Fighting Tonight 

Roy 

“Are you scared to fight with an audience?” Brianna tried teasing me to coax me.

What do I even say to this? I can't stop her from coming in, it is heavily a men's only population but there is no actual no women allowed rule. She could come. I ran my hand across my bottom lip and her fox eyes followed whether she realized it or not.

“I don't shy away from an audience. Trust me, darling.” I slipped back into a smooth Vortex. I shouldn't but it is my first nature.

“When can I see you then?” She asked and I knew she was just talking about the fight but my gut was acting strange at her words. To see me, she wants to see me.

“Tonight? It has been a hell of a morning. I wouldn't mind blowing off the steam.” I replied to her honestly. Whatever, if she wants to come, then she can come. I can't see her enjoying it but she asked, not me.

“But you better bring Jane along so you aren't alone, huh?” I nudged her foot under the table because I could feel it right beside mine. She nodded okay to me.

Well, fuck, I guess I am going to fight in front of Brianna Fletcher.


“What the fuck were you thinking, Vortex?” Gabe sucked his teeth at me when I told him about the day. 

Not about Hannah and Angelo having a child together, no he digested that news much earlier in this conversation. He didn't know what to make of it and ended up Just walking out and smoking a bow. So moving on. I told him about Brianna, how we saw each other for the first time in months honestly and how we ended up at the same coffee stop. He kept fucking with me saying I did it on purpose but the crazy part is that I really didn't it. That was just fate right there. Last thing I told him about was the first tonight, how she wanted to come and now I am letting her.

“You are a stupid motherfucker.” He shook his head at me as he was sitting against the side of the house, parting up weed to pack himself another bowl.

“How?” I huffed. I know why but I won't admit to that yet.

“Because you still like the chick, because you are going to send Callan into a fucking frenzy and get yourself killed. Because you are nervous to fight, like you don't always do this shit, you never lose. You got into your head today for what? A chick? Who fucking cares.” He waved me off. I ran my hand through my hair and sighed.

“I know, but just tonight, then it is done.” I told him.

He was quiet but I can read him like a book. He called bullshit on that. 

“And what about the model? Are you over it?” He asked me.

“Alessia?” I asked for no reason. His dark brow ticked up.

“Are you fucking more than one model now? Pass one off to me.” His smart ass remarked.

He started patting himself down for a lighter once he was satisfied with his packed bow. The rest of the weed nugget he dusted back into the grinder and I saw the lime lighter beside his foot on the shelf step at the backside of this condo. I bent down and tossed it to him.

“No, I am still talking to her. Well, not talking-talking because I am keeping shít casual but we have fuck a couple of times.” I nodded to him.

He paused while inhaling the smoke, a second later, he was releasing the smoke again and gave a short cough. When he held the bowl up as if asking if I wanted any, I side eyed him.

“I am fighting tonight, I can't be high for a fight unless you want to see me laid out.” I told him.

His chuckles can be raspy and he chuckled at the idea of me high and getting my ass handed to me. The fucker.

“You should come tonight, your daughter isn't with you, so you have no excuse.” I said to him. He goes a lot which means he is not as enthusiastic about the idea unless he is in the mood.

“You can be my chaperon.” I gave him a crooked grin.

“Yes, to make sure you don't look like a whipped because for this Brianna chick. Set you straight.” He shook his head and took another long hit.

“Jane will be there too, you are friends, right?” I was trying to sell the idea. After he released his breath, he pinched one eye shut to see through the smoke.

“You know…” he started talking but trailed off. I just stared at him, waiting for him to continue.

“You know, I always wanted to fuck that chick, just once. Just to see if she was wild in the sack like I feel like she might be. You know, Jane, she is chaotic and I bet she is an excellent fuck.” He used the end of the lighter to further pack the bowl nice and tight.

“I thought Callan was your best friend and you wouldn't go there.” I quoted something he said to me before.

“That was before he fucked Hannah.” He deadpanned. I pinched my lips tight and said nothing about it.

“You are also Tina's friend though and that is her baby sister.” I tried it from the other angle. I honestly don't care if he fucks Jane, I am just talking of he doesn't bug me about Brianna.

“I got reel close to fucking Tina, when she was less uptight in high school. She gave me a hand job in the closet of Jordan's friend's old house that had the pool where we had always crashed.” He started down the memory lane and I threw my head back and laughed.

“You got a handie from Tina Harold and I am only now learning about it like eleven years later?” I started cracking up. He was done smoking, so he gathered on his shít and headed around the building in front of the condo.

His eyes were red and hung low, he walked at leisure to the door and then finally inside the house where he plopped down on the sofa.

“If you order me food, I will be your buffer tonight with little Fletcher.” He pulled his feet up onto his coffee table and tucked his hands behind his head to chill out. I rolled my eyes but didn't respond, he stayed quiet for a few minutes while I was scrolling on my phone.

“Oh, before I forget.” He interrupted the silent and I glanced up at him