“He’s coming back to you, Ty,” Tara warned.
Lez returned with two bodyguards.
By this time, a bell sounded, and I turned to see the two shirtless fighters approaching one another.
Holy fucking hell. I don’t want to see this… I don’t want to see this…
One leaped at the other, throwing a punch as the other dodged, and I turned away instinctively.
“What’s wrong? Thought you wanted to enjoy the show,” Lez said.
“Yeah, I do. Just…”
“We don’t need to watch it.” He took my hand. “There are other ways we can entertain each other.”
I followed his guidance with his guys, trying not to make too big of a production out of my search for Liam, but really fucking concerned when I didn’t see him. I waited for him to offer me assurance that he had his eye on me, but he didn’t.
I had to trust him.
And I did.
He wouldn’t let anything happen to me.
Lez led me through the main entry we’d come through. “I have to make one quick stop. Do you mind?”
“Not at all.”
I followed him around a corner, down a hallway, until we reached a series of doors with scanners over the handles. He stopped at one of them, scanned a card, and turned the handle, and we entered what appeared to be a patient room in a hospital. A man emptied a bag of medical supplies at a counter beside a sink before turning, his expression serious until he saw Lez and smiled.
He was an older guy, maybe in his mid to late fifties, with a friendly face and bright blue eyes. Like so many of the attendees, he didn’t look like he belonged there.
“Dr. Moore, pleasure to see you again,” Lez said.
They shook hands, and Dr. Moore glanced my way briefly. “Pleasure is all mine.”
“Jaw is the guy we’re interested in. Two fights from this one. If and only if he’s the winner of his match, Blackmore will be placing our bid. If he doesn’t win, then sorry if we’ve wasted your time tonight.”
“Blackmore’s checks clear either way, don’t they?” Dr. Moore’s smile expanded.
Lez laughed. “Too true.” He patted Dr. Moore on the back, adding, “I’ll follow up with you at the end of the match.”
“Pleasure to meet you too,” he said to me politely, gazing between Lez and me as though he already knew exactly where this was leading.
We left the room, rejoining his guards, and he continued down the hall and stopped at another door.
“We’re not going to have company, are we?” I asked, more concerned that he was going to start some sort of gangbang than about our mission.
Lez chuckled. “No, no. I’m far too greedy for that. They’ll wait outside. Don’t you worry you’re pretty little head.”
His guys stayed in the hall, I guessed to ensure his safety, as we entered a closet of a room. The twin-size bed with its iron headboard and a handcuff dangling from it left me wondering what the hell this place was normally used for.
“Well, this is convenient,” I said, trying not to make out like I was wildly uncomfortable.
I turned back to him, and when he closed the door, I heard the automatic lock click. As he tucked the card away, all I could think was that Liam would have trouble getting in.
“Don’t worry, I’m still here,” Liam said.
I took a deep breath, shaking as I released it. He must’ve known I was in there, and he must’ve known a way to get inside.
