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He turned and ran away.

And like my life depended on it, I ran after him.

We reached the door, my body slamming against his before he managed to go out. He reached the door back into the open area of the venue and I was only two steps behind him.

Some people looked our way when they heard the commotion, but there was no discreet way to do this.

Old Scott might have been too scared to cause a scene. He might not have gone after Mark at all and ignored his tightening gut. He would have been too concerned with what people thought of him to trust his instincts, toactinstead of think. But I wouldn’t ever know, because I wasn’t Old Scott anymore.

And if I’d realized something in the last twenty-four hours, it was that there was something more important than fear, and that was my love for Travis.

So with a last leap, I jumped on Mark and wrestled him to the ground.

Chapter 29

Travis

Fighting Benny Denver was a breeze. Not only because I was better and I was ready, but because for the first time in weeks, maybe months, I felt all in. Focused on the fight, focused on the opponent in front of me, all doubts gone.

I imagined Benny was all the anger and frustration that had been lingering inside me. I imagined he was the spite I felt for my father and went on to pulverize it, blow by blow, letting Benny get confident before humbling him in front of hundreds of people.

Poor guy.

He wasn’t taking it well.

But I felt smooth, steady. This felt like swimming on a hot summer day, and I didn’t pay attention to the managers Coach had pointed out to me earlier, or to the people watching me fight—I was doing this for myself, and I felt freer than I’d ever felt before.

I couldn’t help but try to peek, as my satisfaction grew, to where Scott had been earlier. Did he like what he saw? Would he come seek me out after?

Only he wasn’t there.

I didn’t want to let that distract me. He could be in the restroom or he might have changed spots.

But then I noticed a small commotion going on behind where Benny was positioned—which meant it was right in my line of sight.

There was an opening in the crowd, and I could swear my heart stopped when I sawScotttackle Mark to the ground.

This wasn’t good.

Scott would never do that—or not lightly.

Most people were still watching the fight and Benny wasn’t letting up, taking advantage of my distraction. I did my best to fight him off but my eyes kept going to Scott.

The world stopped when I saw Mark tackleScottto the ground.

And that was it for me.

I didn’t even stop to think, I just acted. Fuck the fight and fuck everything else, that wasScott.

I jumped out of the ring and ran toward them like my life depended on it, gasps going off all around me, and when Mark lifted his fist pointing at the guy I loved with all my heart, I almost lost it.

But it never touched Scott.

I pushed against Mark with all my strength, throwing him back several feet and leaving him sprawled and confused, shocked.

“Don’t you dare put a finger on him,”I growled, advancing on him before hands got hold of me and held me back.

Mark looked like he was willing to fightme, while I still had my gloves on, but other people also got hold of him and made him stay in place.

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