Chapter Fourteen

Noah

 

 

I didn't want to leave Teagan on her own less than twenty-four hours after we got married, but if I didn't make that fight in time, Nick would have my balls nailed to his office wall.

Tommy and Quincy were on one side of me, urging me towards the door, Teagan was on the other, and I did something completely out of character.

Leaving this room went against my gut instinct.

I couldn't explain why I felt this way – only that I had a niggling feeling in the pit of my stomach. That feeling was screaming Don't go. Don't let her. You'll regret it.

"As soon as I grab a shower, I'll be there," Teagan continued to reassure me, smiling up at me through mascara crusted eyelashes, looking more beautiful than any other woman I'd ever laid my eyes on.

She cupped my stubbly cheek with her small hand.

"Noah, go," she added, noticing my hesitation. "I'll be fine with Lewis."

"She's right, Noah," Tommy interjected. "You trust Lewis." Opening the door, he pushed me out before following after me. "You hand-picked the guy. He's perfectly capable of manning the fort while you're gone."

But I didn't want to be gone.

I didn't want to do anything except spend every second of the day with Teagan.

What was I doing?

"Tell me everything's okay," I said to Tommy when we were sitting in the back of a cab on the way to the arena.

"Everything's okay," he replied quickly.

Throwing my head back, I sighed heavily. "I feel…riled up." I had no idea why I felt so out of sorts but it didn't bode well with me.

"I never would've guessed," Tommy replied dryly. Shrugging, he added, "It's probably the alcohol still in your bloodstream."

"You know you're not supposed to drink that crap before a fight," Quincy growled, offering up his two cents worth.

"Yeah," I replied, not believing for one minute that alcohol was the root of my worries.

What a fucking horrifying feeling it was; to have everything you ever wanted and know that at any moment in time it could be snatched away from you?

That's how I felt about Teagan.

Unluckily for Roy Wicks, that feeling followed me all the way into the cage.

 

 

 

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