of the direct path of Sloane’s car. What the fuck? Apparently, whoever was writing the story of my life loved almost killing me.
I stood there in complete and total shock with my hand over my heart as I tried to keep it from beating out of my chest and catch my breath at the same time. When I finally regained some composure, I realized the little she-devil didn’t even stop.
“She almost hit me!”
“But she didn’t,” Piero pointed out.
Gritting my teeth, I held my tongue as I watched her taillights disappear. I spent more time than I cared to admit looking for her after she popped smoke and disappeared. Then, all of a sudden, she’s right there in front of me, and there was nothing I could do to make her stay.
“Gentlemen, follow me,” Luca instructed.
I signaled for Grant and Drew to follow me back inside. Fuck, I had no idea what kind of shit I’d inadvertently stepped in. If I could get a handle on my anger before we reached Luca’s office, I was going to do my best to get out of it without involving the club.
Luca closed the door and took a seat behind his desk. “Explain.”
“I met her a few months ago in Devil Springs and walked over to say hello,” I shrugged. “I didn’t know she was O’Shea’s sister.”
Luca silently stared at me while waiting for more, but I didn’t have to tell him my personal business, and I wasn’t going to.
When he realized I wasn’t going to say more, he sat back in his chair and clasped his hands in his lap. “I can’t have external animosity between my contenders. You of all people know what happens when fighters have problems outside of the ring. If you want to keep fighting here, don’t approach her. Having said that, I can’t do anything about it if she approaches you. If that happens, keep your personal shit out of and away from my club.”
“Understood.”
“Very well,” he said and extended his hand. “We’ll see you back here in two weeks.”
Pissed off didn’t even begin to cover how I was feeling. I’d tried to find her, on more than one occasion, after she left town without a word. Every avenue I tried was a dead end. But it suddenly all made sense. She was Lorcan O’Shea’s daughter.
I fucked an Irish mob boss’s daughter.
And I kicked her brother’s ass.
I wanted to laugh at the thought but knew it wasn’t the time. I’d have to double fist pump later.
Fuck. Her dad had the power to make his baby girl untraceable, which explained why I couldn’t find her by her phone number or license plate. And it also explained why she was checked in under an alias. I’d suspected she was lying about why she was in Devil Springs early on, but finding out her real identity confirmed it.
Sloane may have thought she got away from me again, but it would only be until my next fight. Because regardless of what Luca said, I was going to see her again. I just had to make her come to me first.
When we arrived at the club, I told the doorman I was expecting a guest and gave him her name. Then, I leaned closer and slipped some cash into his palm. “You need to escort her to my locker room and lock the door once she’s inside. Otherwise, she’ll sneak into the fights and get herself into trouble. She may try to check in as her brother’s guest, Declan O’Shea. She pulled that shit two weeks ago, and Luca found her in one of the rooms,” I said and gave him a pointed look.
“Got it.”
After giving it some thought, I realized that I didn’t need to do anything to get Sloane to come to me. Her tenacity and curiosity would bring her back without me having to lift a finger.
I smiled as I made my way to my designated locker room, wondering if she would come willingly or if she would be dragged in kicking and screaming. I snorted to myself and wondered if I should’ve slipped the guy some more cash.
When I reached the small locker room designated as mine for the foreseeable future, I put my earbuds in and started my prefight routine. Not that I needed to. According to Luca, this fight was going to be another knockout in less than a minute. But, I never wanted to be caught off guard .
Halfway through my routine, the locker room door