That piques my interest. “Why wouldn’t you want to be with the men watching?”
“Watching men wrestle in a ring while other men yell at them”—his top lip rises—“Don’t get me wrong, it pulls in money for us, but yeah, I’m happy to chill here, where I’m not choking on the smell of smoke, beer, and blood.”
I crinkle my nose. “Oh, splendid,” I say as the printer begins to run. I do get along with Twitch. He has waves of thick brown hair and a sprinkle of facial hair. I’ve never been attracted to men who wear jewelry, but his earring, leather bracelet, and rings suit him.
“What are you interested in then, Twitch?”
He casually shrugs. “Anything tech-related.”
“Why?” I can’t stop the distaste seeping into my tone.
“I enjoy learning and the challenge that comes with it.”
I cackle, unable to hold it in. “You like a challenge? Is that why you like Milly?”
He shakes his head, but the corner of his mouth tips ever so slightly. These men and their games. I tut. “Were you in the military like the rest of them?”
“I didn’t serve for long. I got medically discharged.”
My shoulders fall. “I’m sorry to hear.”
“It’s fine.” He turns, grabs the papers from the printer, and hands it to me.
“Can I borrow a pen?”
He hands me one from the desk.
“Thank you.”
I take the contract and make my way to the dining room to read over it. I flick through the pages. It’s reasonable. Dad’s ensured that my assets—a mix of property, land, shares, and money I’ve inherited—stay with me if Viper and I go our separate ways.
My throat thickens. I push that thought to the back of my mind and sign the last page, hoping this will satisfy Dad, even though I know it won’t.
Candy and Mercedez walk past. “Blondie, do you know where Viper is?”
They stop in their tracks. Mercedez’s eyes widen. Candy’s lips go into a hard line. “Shouldn’t you know where he is?” she asks, dripping attitude.
I see her stalker eyes lurking after him, watching him all the time. “You sure you don’t know?” I smirk.
“I think he’s sparring with Rage, getting ready for tonight,” Mercedez replies.
I grab the paper and pen off the table and make my way through the house and outside, where Viper is holding a large pad and Rage is punching it.
“Viper,” I say and wait until Rage and Viper stop. “I need you to sign the contract for Dad.”
“The one to ensure I don’t touch your money?”
I give him a tight smile. “That’s the one.”
Without hesitation, he puts the pad on the ground, steps over to me, and grabs the pen. I go to pass him the contract, but he grasps only the last page, and signs it.
My shoulders fall an inch. Maybe there was a part of me that was worried that he did only marry me for my money.
“Will that be enough to appease your father?”
I wish. “I think you know the answer to that.”
“Are you fighting tonight?” I ask Rage.
