#ChapterReveal “Taking the Fight (Gloves Off – Next Generation)” by L.P. Dover

๐ŸฅŠ CHAPTER REVEAL ๐ŸฅŠ

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Braden
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I didnโ€™t want to walk away, not with Reagan alone with that cocksucker. The way he looked at her pissed me the fuck off. He wanted her.
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โ€œSo tell me,โ€ Annika murmured, rubbing her leg against mine, โ€œhow does it feel to be the hottest athlete in the country?โ€
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Tearing my gaze away from Reagan, I clenched my fists underneath the bar. I didnโ€™t give a shit about that list anymore. All I cared about was getting Reagan as far away from that fucking brother of hers as I could. I was a good judge of character and there was something up with himโ€”and Annika, for that matter. There were too many red flags.
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โ€œBraden?โ€ Annika called out.
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I loosened my hands and took a deep breath. โ€œIt feels great,โ€ I replied, tossing back my glass of bourbon.
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Annika placed a hand on my arm. โ€œTell me about yourself. I know your parents are MMA royalty and your sisterโ€™s a Hollywood starlet. Is your dream to fight until you retire?โ€
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The young lady behind the bar reached for my glass. โ€œWant another?โ€
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I nodded. โ€œYep.โ€
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I thought the alcohol would help, but it only worsened my rage. I wanted a lot more but couldnโ€™t be drunk while driving Reagan and Annika back. โ€œSo, youโ€™re asking if itโ€™s my dream to fight until I retire?โ€ I repeated, thinking about the question. Then, turning to Annika, I shrugged. โ€œFor the most part. One day Iโ€™ll take over my dadโ€™s share of Fightanium. I want to train new and upcoming fighters, maybe even coach my own kids one day, if I ever have any.โ€
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Annika sipped on her raspberry martini and smiled. โ€œI can totally see you having a son. Heโ€™ll be a heartbreaker just like you.โ€ Annika was beautiful and I had no doubt she knew how to use that body of hers in bed, but she wasnโ€™t what I wanted.
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โ€œWhatโ€™s your story,โ€ I asked her. โ€œWhy do you want to learn to fight?โ€
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She shrugged. โ€œIn todayโ€™s time, itโ€™s a good thing to know how to protect yourself. Especially being a woman.โ€
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I agreed with her there. โ€œWell, you seem to know what youโ€™re doing. Youโ€™re a natural in the ring.โ€
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Annika beamed. โ€œThanks. Iโ€™ll never be as good as Reagan, but itโ€™s my goal.โ€
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Glancing over my shoulder, I focused on Reagan and Finn, drinking champagne and conversing as if they had a million fucking things in common. What the hell could they be talking about?
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โ€œWhat does your brother do exactly?โ€ I questioned.
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Annika peered over at Finn. โ€œHe and my father own several large construction companies on the east coast, and they just bought out a huge firm here in California. Itโ€™s where Iโ€™ll work once I find my own place to live. Right now, Iโ€™m staying at Finnโ€™s.โ€ She looked back at me. โ€œWe should go house shopping together. Iโ€™m sure you know the area well.โ€
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I wasnโ€™t about to fall into that rabbit hole. โ€œMy real estate agent found my place. I have his number if you want it. Heโ€™s the best.โ€
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Her lips turned into a pout, but she nodded. โ€œThatโ€™d be great.โ€
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I knew what she was trying to do, but I had no interest in spending more time than necessary alone with her. Carter told me I needed to show Reagan she was the only one I wanted, but Annika wasnโ€™t helping. Of course, I could always be a dick and tell her I wasnโ€™t interested. However, I had a feeling Annika wasnโ€™t the type to back down, nor was she the kind of girl to get turned down by men.
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Once Annika finished her martini, she moved closer to me. Any closer and sheโ€™d be in my fucking lap. โ€œDo you have plans Friday night?โ€
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I was right, she wouldnโ€™t give up. โ€œI do,โ€ I answered her.
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โ€œThatโ€™s a shame. Iโ€™m attending a charity ball with my brother, and I was hoping youโ€™d be my date. Finn plans on asking Reagan.โ€
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Motherfucker. Every muscle in my body tensed as I focused on my drink. Reagan wouldnโ€™t say yes to that douche, would she? Finn was wealthier than me, educated, a businessman, and a few years older, but that was all he had going for him.
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โ€œWeโ€™ll have a great time,โ€ Annika said, biting her lip seductively. โ€œI have a limo coming to pick me up.โ€ She slid a hand down to my thigh. โ€œAnd I rented the penthouse suite at the hotel where the event is taking place. I can think of several things we can do together there.โ€
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I tossed my bourbon back and stood, causing her hand to drop from my thigh. Then, reaching into my back pocket, I pulled out my wallet and set a wad of cash on the bar.
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โ€œI donโ€™t know if I can make that happen. Iโ€™m sorry.โ€
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Annika stood and pursed her lips. โ€œNo worries. I know itโ€™s last minute.โ€
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โ€œShould we join them now?โ€ I said, nodding over at Reagan and Finnโ€™s table.
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Plastering on a smile, Annika looped her arm with mine, but I could tell she was pissed at my rejection. โ€œSure.โ€
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We walked over to the table, and I took the seat beside Reagan while Annika sat beside her brother. Reagan tensed and looked at anything and everything but me.
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โ€œWould you like some champagne?โ€ Finn asked, glancing back and forth from his sister to me.
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Annika nodded, her tone clipped. โ€œYep.โ€
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Finn poured her some, and she downed it quickly. Reagan stared at her curiously and then at me. I wished like hell we were alone so I could talk to her; it was time to put everything on the table.
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Finn held up the champagne bottle. โ€œEmerson?โ€
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I shook my head. โ€œNo, thanks. I have to drive the girls back.โ€
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He waved me off. โ€œI can do that.โ€
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โ€œNo,โ€ I snapped. โ€œI got it.โ€
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Gaze narrowed, Finn set the bottle down and turned to his sister. โ€œDid you ask Braden to the charity ball?โ€
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Annikaโ€™s hazel eyes pierced into me. โ€œI did. He doesnโ€™t think he can make it.โ€
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Reagan stiffened beside me, and Finn smiled. โ€œI hate to hear that. Reagan and I wouldโ€™ve loved to have you both join us.โ€ So, Reagan said yes to him. What the fuck? It took all I had not to punch the smug smile off Finnโ€™s face.
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With pleading eyes, Annika stared at me. โ€œAre you sure you canโ€™t figure out a way to go? What could be more important than charity?โ€
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โ€œYou know what? Youโ€™re right. I think I will go,โ€ I said, grinning at her.
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I thought I was doing the right thing by turning Annika down, but lo and behold, I couldnโ€™t have been more wrong.

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