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My phone.

Where the fuck did I leave my phone?

I need to call her.

I don’t know if I expect her to answer but I have to fucking try.

“Rooster.”

My head snaps to the person standing off to my side and I let out a groan before I can stop myself.

“Leigh-Ann,” I say through gritted teeth. “I don’t have time for this shit.”

She nods. “I know you have another fight coming up but I was hoping we could talk later. After, maybe?”

“No.” I don’t even wait for her reply before I start making my way to the back of the ring where I left Gear. Maybe he was able to get Jump on the phone. Maybe there is a reasonable explanation for all this. I head around the backside this time, by the trailers where Lennon and I went the first time I brought her here and my chest fucking aches. I rub at it with my taped hand and blow a breath.

I need to find her.

When I reach Gear, he has his phone pressed to his ear and he looks up at me, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, man. I’ve called him three times. It just keeps going to voicemail.”

“Fuck,” I roar, turning and slamming my fist into the side of the closest trailer and he takes a step back. I glance over to my bike. “I have to go find her.”

“Dude, if you bow out now, Arnie will charge you an arm and a fucking leg.”

I take a step closer, getting in his face. “I don’t fucking care. I need to know where she is. I need to know she’s safe.”

“We’re talking five large, Roost,” he reminds me and I blow out a breath through my teeth.

Fuck.

He’s right.

And I just spent most of my extra savings for all the furniture Lennon and I bought yesterday. I could afford it but it would put me in a bad spot and I swore I’d never let myself go back to scraping just to get by.

“Motherfucker,” I yell again, turning to swing on the trailer again and he catches my arm.

“Save it for the ring, brother.” He nods. “Besides, wherever they are, Jumper is with her and as annoying as that fucker is sometimes, you know that he’d die before he ever let anything happen to her.”

I shake my head and run my hand through my hair again. “I need to see her with my own eyes. I need to make sure she’s okay, Gear.”

“You’re gonna have to stow your control issues for just a little bit longer.”

“Fuck off,” I bite out.

I don’t have fucking control issues.

As long as everything goes the way it’s supposed to.

“Hyde,” Arnie calls as he steps out of the ring and saunters down the steps. “Three minutes.”

“Fuck.”

Gear nods to him. “We’re ready.”

“The fuck we are,” I hiss. “I need to go.”

“No.” My gaze snaps to his and he squares his shoulders. “If you leave this fight, you’ll lose five grand and if you go in that ring, you’ll win ten. So, as your best friend, I’m telling you to get in there, kick this fucker’s ass and the faster you do that, the faster we can go find Lennon.”