Then I looked up at Bronson and waited.
I didn’t have to wait long. I never did when it came to Bronson Adams.
He lowered his tone and said, “You're about to find out something that few know.”
I lifted a brow at his statement.
And waited.
And once again, I didn’t have to wait long.
“I started this when I had a little extra cash after my first fight.” He said.
I nodded, “Your first underground fight?”
He jerked up his chin, “Yeah, you know about all that?”
I smiled, “Yeah. Cole told me.”
He smirked, “Course he did.”
I bumped my shoulder with his bicep, “He’s so proud of you.”
The corner of his mouth tipped up in a smile, then he shared, “What you don’t know, and not a lot of people do was when I was twelve, I refused to do something my mother wanted me to do. And when I didn’t relent, she disowned me and threw me out of the house.”
I gasped, then I shrieked, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
He nodded, “Yeah. Serious as a fucking heart attack. Anyway, there I was with nothing. And I mean nothing. She wouldn’t even let me get on my shoes and a jacket.”
I felt it coming.
Felt them wanting to trail down my cheeks for the twelve-year-old Bronson.
But I inhaled.
Breathed deeply.
And fought the tears back.
“Thankfully, a buddy of mine who was in the system told me where he was able to get things that his foster family wouldn’t provide for him. So, I went there. I got shoes, a jacket, a backpack, and an extra pair of clothes. And a lady was there, told her my story, and she set me up with a family. It wasn’t until I was sixteen and finally came into the man, I was born to be that I fought to get some extra cash to help Cassie.”
Now I understand their connection.
I’m not going to lie.
See, when Bronson and Cassie had reunited, I had felt utter betrayal.
It wasn’t right. I know.
He wasn’t mine.
And I had just met her.
But still... You can’t control your true feelings.
“So that all has something to do with what we’re doing today?” I asked.
He nodded.
