“A warrant for his arrest has been issued. He has no idea that Kaimera was testifying today. We have sealed the records and kept her name out of the court documents for her protection,” Passion explained.
“What about Norrell Kidd?” I asked.
Passion sighed and her shoulders slumped. “The Feds are targeting him for a much bigger scandal. They’ll use what we have to help their case, but they’re not about to take him down on this alone. There’s too much risk for him to get off on this.”
“This is fucked up.”
“Yeah. I know, but until then, it’s all we got,” she replied.
Tank cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his chest. “Now that you’re being reinstated, Reigh, we need to talk about training and figure out another plan for your meals and?—”
“Ain’t nothing to figure out. I’ll prepare my own shit.”
“You can’t do that. It’s not reasonable with the crazy schedule you’re on when you’re training, Reigh,” Tank argued.
“I don’t give a fuck about all that. I’m not trusting my body, my health, or my career with anybody. That was a hard lesson to learn. I’ll figure it out.”
“Reigh, you have?—”
“You heard what the fuck I said!” I exploded, throwing my arm up to force his hand off my upper arm.
“Hey, Tank. Give it a minute. It’s a lot to process,” Noah stated firmly, separating my coach and me.
“Anybody want to go grab a bite to eat? A little celebratory dinner?” Passion suggested, trying to ease the tension.
“Nah. I’m out. Y’all celebrate,” I mumbled, heading out of a side exit door to meet my driver like I’d planned. It was the only way that I could escape the reporters and cameras.
My head was messed up, and I didn’t want anyone around me. I wasn’t in the mood for company or celebrating. There was only one person I wanted to be bothered with.
Reighvyn didn’t pickme up until several hours after he dropped me off. The shop had just closed when he pulled up out front. I climbed in the car, and we headed straight for the airport.
“How did it go?” I asked.
“It went,” he mumbled, staring out the window.
I reached over and grabbed his wrist, giving it a little squeeze. My heart cinched in my chest because he deserved much better than that. Tears pricked my gaze as I stared at his strong, sharp features. I had never seen him broken, until now.
We rode in silence, and I didn’t speak again until we arrived at the airport.
“Reigh.”
“Hmm?”
“I know that I created an awkward situation for us the other night, and I’m sorry. I don’t regret what I was feeling, but I do regret putting you in an uncomfortable situation. You know I’m here for you, right?”
He turned away from the window, stared at me as though he were seeing right through me, and then sighed loudly. “Yeah.”
“Good.”
“I was reinstated.”
I thought I misheard him at first, but when he turned to look at me again, I realized that the look in his eyes wasn’t sorrow or depression; it was contemplation.
“What? Why didn’t you tell me that when I first got in the car?”
“Because it’s complicated. It’s not the victory you think it is,” he explained as the driver opened the door for us to exit.
“I don’t understand. You were reinstated; isn’t that what you wanted?”
