On the Ropes (Fighting For Love Book 2)

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Book 2 of the
Fighting for Love
trilogy

GRAYSON

“You had no right to do that, West!” Grayson paces around the dressing room, breathing deeply, trying to get his rage under control.

“You didn’t exactly give me much of a choice. You’re a mess. How the hell do you think you’re going to go out there and fight when you’re like this?” West gestures around the room where chairs have been broken and tables have been flipped, as Grayson tried to work out his sense of guilt over Adriana.

“Did you ever stop to think there might be a reason I didn’t want her around?” Grayson can’t even bring himself to say her name. Just thinking it is hard enough.

“Whatever reason you might have, you’ve done a pretty good job of keeping it to yourself. There’s no prize for being the biggest martyr, Grayson.” West levels his protégé with an unimpressed stare.

Grayson reacts on instinct, squaring up to his coach, pulling himself up to his full height and width and towering over the older man. “What did you say to me?” His voice is deathly calm, but his hands are shaking with anger. That West, of all people, could accuse him of playing the martyr is unbelievable to him. It is as if a switch had been flipped inside of him.

“You heard me. What are you going to do, Grayson? Punch me?” West cocks his eyebrow, almost goading Gray into a fight.

“Alright there, guys.” Tommy’s body is suddenly in-between them, his hands pushing them gently apart. “I think tensions are running a little high.” He looks worriedly between the two men. This is the first time he’s ever had to diffuse a situation between them, and it’s clear that it’s unnerved him.

Grayson shrugs off Tommy’s hand, taking a few steps back and rubbing his wrapped hands over his face as if to erase what just happened. He can’t believe that he just squared up to West, a man whom he respects more than any other. He really must not be thinking straight.

“You hear that noise, Grayson?” West gestures outside where there’s an unmistakable roar of the crowd. “They’re all here for you. They’re here to watch you become what they know you can be. Don’t disappoint them.” He doesn’t wait for an answer as he storms out of the door, slamming it behind him.

Grayson shakes his arms out, trying to get rid of some of the nervous tension still tingling from his argument with West.

“He was just trying to help you know, G?” Tommy’s voice is quiet, like he’s apprehensive about reminding Grayson that he’s still in the room.

“I know.” Grayson’s voice cracks, as he tries to get his emotions in check.

“You wanna talk about it?” The discomfort in Tommy’s tone is clear as he rakes a hand through his blonde hair. Grayson stares at him doubtfully. “Okay, okay! I just thought I’d ask!”

They remain in silence as the minutes tick by, and the moment that Grayson is due to go out into the ring edges ever closer.

There’s a knock at the door and a voice shouts through. “Ten minutes, Punisher.”

Grayson nods his head, jumping up and down on the spot, trying to get himself psyched up for the fight. He needs to get his game head on. He can’t allow himself to be preoccupied thinking about Adriana and what she must think of him. However, putting her out of his mind has been anything but easy. He hasn’t stopped thinking about her since the night he left her asleep in bed without any kind of an explanation.

“Five minutes, Punisher!” The voice outside is getting urgent, probably wondering why Grayson hasn’t surfaced yet.

There’s another knock. “Alright, we get it! Now fuck off!” Tommy’s nerves are apparently as shot as his friend’s, as he yells through the closed door.

“Okay, I’ll just go then.” The voice on the other side is unmistakable to Grayson.

He jumps up, rushing towards the door like a torpedo. “No! Wait!” He throws it open to see Adriana standing there, half-turned to go back the way she had come.

“I guess this was a bad idea after all.” She shakes her head like she’s angry with herself for coming there.

“No, no, it wasn’t. We thought you were someone else.” Grayson can barely breathe as he looks at her. She literally takes his breath away. Her green-gold eyes are wide, as she takes in the scene of destruction in the dressing room behind him.

“Don’t worry, we were just doing some remodeling.” Tommy appears at Grayson’s shoulder smiling charmingly.

“What are you doing here?” The words are out of Grayson’s mouth before he can temper them. It sounds more like an accusation, and that’s not what he’d meant at all. He wanted to ask why she’d come after the way he’d treated her, why she had listened to West when it was so much more than Grayson deserved.

“What our ham-handed friend here means is that it’s good to see you…” Tommy switches to his megawatt smile, clearly thinking that Adriana is hot enough to deserve it. Grayson feels a twitch of jealousy.

“Adriana,” Grayson says, finishing Tommy’s sentence. She looks between Tommy and Grayson, probably wondering whether to believe if she really is welcome or if she’s just made a terrible mistake.

“Well, I’ll tell you what, Adriana, I was just on my way out. Can you keep the champ company for a few minutes before I bring him out into the ring?” Tommy doesn’t wait for a response, as he smoothly slides past Grayson and takes Adriana’s shoulders, guiding her inside the room. He nods, satisfied with his handiwork, and then his face turns serious. “Three minutes, man.”

Grayson nods grimly, closing the door and taking a deep breath before he turns around to face Adriana. How is he supposed to condense everything that he is thinking and feeling into three minutes?

“So, how are you doing?” Adriana looks anywhere but at him or the carnage that he’s caused.

“I’ve been better.” Grayson doesn’t bother to lie; he doesn’t think that he could even if he tried. “There’s so much I want to say.”

Adriana shakes her head, stopping him in his tracks as he moves closer to her, her presence pulling him towards her like the strongest magnet known to man.

“I came here because West asked me to. He said you needed your head put back in the game, and he seemed to think I would know how to do that.” Adriana shrugs, her black crop top lifting and showing more of her flat caramel belly.

He licks his lips, feeling himself harden in his shorts. He tries to divert his attention.
Real smooth, Fletcher
, he tells himself. “It’s good to see you.” He cringes at his own lack of charm, wondering how this woman manages to make him so tongue-tied. All of his defenses go down around her; his walls crumble.

Adriana shakes her head like she doesn’t believe him. Why would she? He knows that he hasn’t given her any reason to trust him in the slightest.

“I can’t get into that now.” Adriana looks away from him, chewing her bottom lip pensively. Grayson has to resist the urge to reach out to grab her and hold her to him. “I’m here because, whatever happened between us, that’s not a reason for you not to win tonight. You’ve worked so hard for this; you need to give it your best shot.”

Grayson feels his heart fill with emotion for her at her words. Despite the way he’d treated her, she’s come to tell him to give the fight his all. “I thought you didn’t care about MMA?” He clenches and unclenches his hands, flexing under the tape covering them, working out the tension running through him.

“I don’t.” Her answer is flat, and she breathes a deep sigh as if she’s wondering why she decided to come here after all. “But I didn’t come here to see you get the crap beaten out of you.” She finally looks at him, leveling a hard stare. “West asked me to come and get you in the right frame of mind to fight, and that’s what I intend to do.” She crosses her arms over her chest, like she’s protecting herself.

Grayson can’t help but smile at the determination in her face. “And how are you planning on doing that?”

“Don’t turn on the Grayson charm; it isn’t going to work tonight, or ever again.” She holds her hand up to stop him in his tracks, as he takes a step towards her. “I just wanted to let you know that whatever happened the other night, there aren’t any hard feelings. You don’t have anything to beat yourself up about.” She doesn’t look at him as she says the words, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

Grayson feels like all the wind has been knocked out of him. Out of all of the things that she could have said, this wasn’t what he would ever have expected. She was giving him a free pass, trying to put his mind at ease so that he can get out there and do what he needs to do in the ring. There’s so much he wants to say to her, so much that he needs to explain.

But there’s no time. There’s an insistent knock on the door, and it’s opened before he can respond. Tommy appears, looking around to gauge the atmosphere of the room.

“You about ready, big guy?” He looks between Grayson and Adriana, like he’s trying to figure out what’s gone on between them.

Adriana doesn’t wait for his reply. “I should get back to my seat.” She makes her way to the door, pausing just before she gets there. “Make sure you win, Grayson. Willow’s placed a bet on you, and I’ll never hear the end of it if you don’t come up with the goods.” She throws a smile at him over her shoulder, and he feels his heart break a little.

“What about you? You didn’t bet on me?” Grayson takes a step towards her, unable to stop himself, as if her presence takes his body out of his control.

Adriana’s hand is on the door, and she doesn’t turn around; but, he can see her shoulders sag a little, and he curses himself for being so thoughtless. “Not this time, Gray.” She says the words so quietly that it’s as if she doesn’t think that he’ll hear them. However, they reach him loud and clear, and it’s obvious that she’s not talking about the fight.

He stares at the door for a good few seconds after she’s walked through it, tempted to go after her. He wants to tell her to bet on him being there for her and being who she needs him to be; he wants to prove to her that she can believe in him.

“You ready to go give her a good show, chief?” Tommy interrupts his thoughts, rocking up and down on the balls of his feet, nervous.

Grayson nods grimly as the realization dawns on him that he wants to win for Adriana. He wants her to see him win, to be proud of him. If he can’t make her understand how much he cares about her and if he can’t tell her all the things that he’s worked for so many years to keep inside, then at least he could do this one thing that she’s asked of him.

But his head was still reeling from having Adriana so close to him and not being able to touch her, not being able to feel her. He needs to get his head straight and fast. There was only one thing for it.

“Hit me.” Grayson plants his feet, bracing himself.

Tommy looks at him like he’s just asked to be driven over a cliff. “What?”

“Hit me, hard, anywhere above the waist.” He holds his arms out, giving Tommy free reign.

“You want me to hit you? West will go bat shit crazy!” Tommy shakes his head taking a step back and holding his hands up.

“West won’t know. Besides, I think he’ll be madder if I don’t win this fight after everything he’s done to get me here. So either you hit me or I hit you.” Grayson spreads his hands to show just how serious he is. Tommy gives him a doubtful look, which quickly changes to unease as Grayson takes a step towards him.

“Alright, alright! Jeez, man.” His demeanor changes as he considers Grayson’s offer. “What the hell? When am I gonna get another chance to pound you?” Tommy smiles cheekily, raising his fists as Grayson advances on him.

“Hit me and then get me into that ring as fast as you damn well can. When I explode, I’d rather it was on King Kong.” Grayson smiles ruefully at his friend, hoping that he can keep it together for long enough to give the crowd a good show.

“Understood.” Tommy nods, grimly. “Ready?”

“Just hit me already, Tom—”

Grayson doesn’t manage to finish his sentence before Tommy takes him by surprise with an uppercut straight into his stomach. He doubles over, breathing hard to get air back into his system. “Nice.” He gives his friend a thumbs up before he stands up straight, feeling the clarity of anger start to build inside of him.