Epilogue
MASSIO
I don’t want to be here.
I want to be at home with my wife, cradling her pregnant stomach while I make love to her from behind and toy with her nipples.
But duty calls.
It’s opening night, and although it’s been the very success that Miko predicted, it’s also been a lot.
“You’re wanting to leave.” Jensen chuckles while scanning my face. Since the fucker returned this week, he’s done nothing but taunt me about my dependency on Thea, despite him not realizing he has one of his own. He will realize it, soon, very fucking soon.
I lift a shoulder. “I don’t like leaving my pregnant wife for long.”
“You go on a honeymoon soon though; you’ll get to spend all the time you want with her.” He doesn’t get it; if I had my way, she’d be here with me tonight, but the idea of not being able to keep a close eye on her coupled with her recovery, I knew it wasn’t the best move.
I don’t inform him I’ll be away longer than I first intended. I have some making up to do with Thea. She needs my attention and reassurance, and I fully intend on doing just that. He’s spent too long away from home, so now he will have the responsibility of the warehouse to make up for his absence.
Jesus, I sound like Sal.
“Last fight.” He points toward the pit, and I narrow my eyes on a familiar figure. One that most definitely should not be in the arena.
Fenton.
“Fuck!” I grunt when his opponent enters the cage.
Zane would kill him if he knew he was here participating in this, and the last thing I want is to have him on my back. I’d never hear the end of it. Jesus, he’d create an all-out war if Fen ends up with so much as a scratch on his face.
Then again, it’ll be Jensen’s funeral, not mine. I intend to take a long leave with my woman.
“What the fuck is he thinking?” I grind out.
The bell rings, and the opponent rushes him, but Fen ducks, avoiding his fist, then he follows up the move with a swipe of his leg, taking his opponent down before he dives on top of him and delivers blow after blow to the poor guy’s face.
“Holy fuck!” I exhale, striding forward for a better view.
“Fucking finish him,” Jensen bellows, causing me to chuckle.
When Fen is pulled off the guy, he grins and looks deranged. Holy fuck, where the hell has my nephew been hiding? Zane is going to get a wake-up call soon, and judging by the way Fen points toward a tattoo-covered brunette in the crowd, I’d say it’s going to be real soon.