giving me one more facet of him as he pumps into me harder. He slams into me one last time on the heels of a moan that has me coming again right alongside him.
I let out a breath as I hold him to me.
“I think I love you, Princess. And that scares the shit out of me…because everything I love turns to shit.”
10
A while later, Oscar drops me back at the tower before going out to look for his mom again. I offer to help him, but he turns me down. He’ll be going into some seedier parts of the city and doesn’t want me involved in any of that shit. Especially since I’ve gone and “cracked like porcelain”.
When I get to my apartment, a surprise waits for me. I do a double take because the swinging heavy bag in the corner of the room was most definitely not there when I woke up this morning.
I walk up to it, admiring the quality. A steel bracket mounts it to the ceiling. I give it a good push, and it swings back. The damn thing is solid. Even as heavy as it is, it won’t pull out of the ceiling. The tower is probably made with reinforced steel. I doubt there are any wooden studs in this place. It was built to keep high priority targets safe.
Brawler texted me earlier to say he was heading home, so Magnum must be behind this. I stroll to his apartment, knocking on the door. He opens it, visibly relaxing when he sees it’s me and that I’m safe. I hike my thumb over my shoulder. “Did you do that?”
He shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I thought you could use it to heal your arm. Since K wants the fights back on, he’s going to want you headlining, so you need to recover as soon as possible.”
I was afraid K would do that. I want to fight more than anything, but the last thing I want to do is injure myself getting there. If I start too early, I could potentially cripple myself permanently. Something tells me K won’t want to hear any excuses though.
Magnum gestures with his chin. “Here. Let’s go into your place.”
He shuts his door, and we walk across the hall. The bag in the corner is still softly swaying back and forth with minimal sound, which is perfect. “I guess I should have Brawler set something up. Maybe some easy opponents just to get me in there.”
Mag strides over to the bag, admiring his handiwork. “That’s a good idea. I can’t imagine the money the Crew has lost over the last several weeks. The fights and Candy’s were their big moneymakers. Since Gregory ran off and Dunnegan—”
“Got a bullet in his head?”
He nods. “Got a bullet put into his head, they had to shut Candy’s down. Johnny will come back and get it on its feet again in no time, but I’m sure K’s not happy with how everything turned out.”
I hit the bag with my left hand. “Did you notice Johnny’s black eye?”
Mag side-eyes me. “I did.”
“Big Daddy?”
Mag holds the bag for me, and I throw a couple of punches with my left. “If I had to guess? Yes. He hasn’t hit him in a while though.”
I stop, my hand falling to my side. “He’s hit him before?”
“In school. I remember him coming to school sometimes with some bruising, but it hasn’t happened since...” Mag trails off and blows out a breath. “...I think since he started training under K.”
“I fucking hate him,” I growl. The thought he would beat his own son is worrisome. Johnny’s supposed to be his number one. He’s grooming him for his position, right? Why would he make an enemy out of him?
Because he’s not, I realize. At least not in his mind. He’s making him fall in line. He’s making him into the perfect little protege he wants him to be.
It’s disgusting.
Mag doesn’t say anything, and I raise a suspicious eyebrow at him. He didn’t bat an eye when I told him I wanted to kill Big Daddy K, but he hasn’t spoken out against them either. I know he’s with me, but why do I feel like there’s another story in here somewhere?
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
I shake my head. “You haven’t said much about what I told you yesterday.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“It’s kind of a big deal,” I say, feeling him out. “I told you