Page 109 of Falcon's Prey

“Gideon is not my boyfriend,” I replied, not having time to measure dicks. “My guy is fighting tonight.”

I spoke the words proudly: my guy. Holy shit, I had a guy. Like, I fucking professed he was mine to someone else.

“So it is Falcon who’s stepping in the ring tonight?” Enzo’s dark eyes went to Pam’s, and that was when I noticed there was a familiarity between them.

Pam lashed out on me from annoyance, because I knew someone she thought only she knew.

“I was on a business trip when I heard the lineup, and I thought to myself, what are the odds?”

“You know Ren?” I asked with disbelief.

“Enough that I lent him my pad for him to stay.”

If there was ever a time to need a drink, now was it. Sometime between talking to Enzo and now, Gideon lit up his smoke. I removed it from his mouth and took a hit.

“It’s a small world,” I mumbled after I exhaled.

“You don’t even know the half of it,” Gideon said.

More people started to enter the floor, all of them making their way to the front where the cage was now lit up brightly.

“Showtime,” Enzo said, finishing his drink. “Sit with me, and while we wait for the main event, you can tell me how the hell you ended up with Ren.”

Enzo started to walk to the front, and Pam used the opportunity to talk to him, putting her arm through his.

Gideon leaned into me. He wasn’t mad, just cautious. Him being serious scared me.

“Stay close and don’t trust anyone. I know you may know him, but some people show the world one face and another when they are alone.”

I felt a chill run down my spine at his words.

“You don’t seem as confident as you did when we got here,” I dared to say.

“The only thing I trust in this business is my gut feeling, and since we walked through the door, it’s been screaming at me that something isn’t right. I just can’t put my finger on it.”

It was safe to say I was scared.

The table Enzo referred to was a small round table for no more than six people with high stools. To get to this section, we had to pass a small black velvet rope. This was the VIP area. All around the cage were similar tables like this.

Once I sat down, Pam smiled at me and leaned into my ear. “Do you think Ren will finally dump your ass when he finds out you’ve slept with one of his business associates?”

“Oh, Pam,” I smiled at her and patted her head. “Ren turned his life upside down for me. I don’t know what he’ll say, but I bet it will be a good time.”

She was seething, and I smiled at her, despite feeling a little insecure myself.

“So how did you end up with Falcon?” Enzo asked.

“He’s trying to keep me alive,” was all the answer I gave him.

Less than twenty minutes later, the lights in the room went off, leaving the cage lit up brightly like a beacon. The MC came out, greeting everyone and announcing the fights that would take place. People cheered as names were mentioned. I was holding on to the edge of my seat, waiting to hear Ren’s name being called, and when it did, I wished it hadn’t.

“Bets are still being taken for the ring of death. Falcon came to challenge four-time resident winner, Claw.”

The crowd went wild.

“Ring of death?” I asked between gritted teeth to the table.

Gideon and Pam stayed quiet. It was Enzo who answered.

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