My cell phone buzzes in my back pocket. Quickly I dig it out and check the screen.
Crap.
With everything going on last night I forgot to call Quinn to let her know I made it to the hotel safe. She won’t be pleased with me.
I answer on the third ring, and Quinn immediately starts in on me. “What’s up with not calling, Hookerbot? How am I supposed to know you’re safe if you don’t check in?”
I furrow my brow. “Hooker-what?”
“It’s my new slang word, but don’t go and try to distract me from being pissed at you. Call me every day—ring a bell?”
I sigh. “I’m sorry. Things were busy last night.”
“Uh-huh. I bet they were. You slept with Mr. Sexy, didn’t you?”
A blush creeps over my face, and I can even feel my ears burn from all the blood rushing to my face. I could deny it and keep it private, but I don’t want to. I want her to know. “Yes.”
She shrieks. “Anna Cortez! You little slut.”
“Quinn!” I scold. “It’s not like that.”
“Oh, I know it’s not. You two are way past random fucking now. You’re moving into the ‘when’s the wedding’ phase.”
I shake my head and roll my eyes. “Trust me, we aren’t anywhere near that.”
“But you screwed his brains out anyway? I’m so proud.” I hear her mock sniff on the other end of the line. “So, how does it feel to be out in the big world all on your own?”
I grin. “It’s so freeing. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy.”
“Do you miss home at all?”
I sigh. “No. There’s nothing in Portland for me anymore.”
“I’m so happy for you, cuz. But I think you need to call Uncle Simon. He’s been hounding Mom to death about you.”
“I texted him this morning.”
“Did you tell him where you are?”
“Not exactly, but I did tell him what city we were in, and that I was working for a wrestler. That’s it. Why?”
She’s quiet for a moment, and my pulse picks up speed as I wonder what’s going on.
Finally she answers, “Uncle Simon has been threatening to come get you and take you back home. He’s convinced that you’re screwing up your life, and he needs to intervene.”
I sit up a little straighter in my seat. “Do you think he’ll come here?”
“I don’t know…maybe? You know how he is.”
I swallow hard and glance down at my forearm, remembering the last time I saw Father, and the bruises he left there when he was trying to force me to stay in Portland.
I don’t want to see him. Not here. I’m not ready.
Liv approaches the table. “Quinn, I’ve got to go. Thanks for the heads-up. I’ll call you soon.”
“Okay. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
She joins me back at the table holding Kami. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. Your mom?”
“Cousin,” I correct as I stuff my phone back in my pocket. “She’s like my sister though.”
She nods and checks the time on her cell phone. “Are you going to watch the match tonight? Brian really enjoys the nights he and X get to go at it.”
“Yes. I’d love to. I’ve never seen Xavier perform yet.”
“Oh, in that case, we have to go out into the arena tonight. There are seats reserved for family near the entry ramp. You’ll be able to get the ‘extreme fan’ experience there.”
“Sounds great,” I say enthusiastically, genuinely excited to watch Xavier do something I know he loves so much.
Liv stands, picks up Kami and gathers her bags. “I’ll find you just before they go on, and we’ll go out on the floor together. They should be the last event. I’ve got to go back to the hotel for a bit and put her down for a nap otherwise she’ll never make it tonight.”
“Okay, see you then.” I wave to her as they leave, and I catch myself smiling.
Liv is the type of person I can imagine being friends with. She took me under her wing—no questions asked. There’s not much kindness like that in the world nowadays.
Sitting alone at the table, I fiddle with my phone. None of the other women in the room approach me, although every now and then I catch one of them staring openly at me, judging me with their eyes, only to quickly turn away once they realize I’ve seen them.
It’s nearly an hour before Xavier returns. He’s dressed in camouflaged cargo pants and a plain black tank top that puts his defined body on display. I swear some of the other women in the room sigh as he approaches me, and I resist sticking my tongue out at them to rub in the fact that he’s mine.
He pulls out the chair next to me and sits down. “Sorry I was gone so long. We always have a meeting with the writers ahead of time to find out what we need to do for the show.”
“Because it’s all scripted, right?”
He nods. “Yeah, but we get to improvise a little too. Brian and I are the best at that.”
I lean my elbow on the table and rest my chin in my hand. “So you already know who’s winning the match between you?”
“Yeah.”
I bat my eyes. “Care to share?”
He smirks. “Really? Like there’s even a chance it wouldn’t be me.”
“My, my. Cocky, aren’t we?”
“It’s not cocky when you’re that damn good.” He winks at me.
I roll my eyes and laugh. “So, what do we do now?”
“The show starts in an hour. I’m going to go do some cardio to get ready, and you’re going to watch.”
“You want me to sit there while you work out?”
He nods. “You don’t want to?”
My eyes trail down his cut biceps and chest, and I allow my mind to wander back to last night when he was doing push-ups. Even though he was in a bad place mentally, while he was doing it, he still looked damn fine.
I could watch that man work up a sweat any day.
“Of course I do.” I smile. “I love watching you.”
He grins and leans in and kisses my lips. “The feeling’s mutual.”
A shiver flutters through my entire body, and if we weren’t in a room full of children, I might be tempted to jump his bones. I’m so ready to go another round with him in bed.
He chuckles. “Come on, beautiful. We’ve got a busy night ahead.”
A little while later I find myself sitting on a metal folding chair in my shorts and t-shirt observing a room full of beefy men working out before it’s time for them to go on. While sitting here I’ve learned the guys who are just getting their foot in the door, so to speak, go on first—as opening acts, if you will—while the more popular superstars go on later in the show.
To each man, their match is serious. It’s scripted and all that, but watching exactly how much physical pain some of them are in when they return backstage alerts me to the fact that the physicality of their job is very real. Someone can really get hurt if control isn’t maintained at all times.
Most of the men are focused on their on pre-game routine. All but one, that is.
Rex “Assassin” Risen has been intently staring at me every time Xavier’s back is turned. Like right now.
Xavier stands in front of me alternating lifts with fifty-pound dumbbells, while Assassin leans against the wall, his arms folded over his chest, watching us with a mixed expression of curiosity and amusement.
It’s almost as if he’s planning something devious, and I don’t like that thought one bit.
I debate whether or not to alert Xavier to the situation, but decide against it so he can remain focused on his match. If his head isn’t on right, he could get hurt out there. I can’t have him out there worried about this guy, who is obviously a jerk. After the match is over—when I know he’ll be able to handle it without getting himself hurt—I’ll tell him.
The short man, wearing a baseball cap and headphones with a mic attached, who has been alerting the men when their match is up pops into the room.
“Assassin, you’re on deck, man.”
Assassin pushes himself off the wall and strides past us. Xavier’s body stiffens, as if it takes all of his self-control to allow him to pass without saying a word to him. I know exactly how he feels. It’s the same feeling I get when Deena is around.
The area goes nuts when Assassin’s entrance music plays, and his name is announced. The cheers from the crowd are unmistakable, and I wonder if they would love him as much if they knew that he was a grade-A asshole?
Xavier sets his weights down and begins to stretch. “I’m up next. You can watch from the monitors by the wrestler’s entrance into the arena, if you want.”
I stand. “Actually, I’ve got other plans.”
He tilts his head. “You’re not going to watch me?”
“I am, but Liv is going to take me out on the floor so I get the ‘extreme fan’ experience.”
He laughs and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me against his chest. “I also plan on giving you a phenomenal experience again, tonight.”
I giggle as he kisses my lips.
“All right, that’s enough, lovebirds,” Brian says as he approaches us with one arm around Liv, holding Kami in the other.
My eyes instantly widen as I take in the shiny, gold belt around Brian’s waist. “You’re the champ?”
Kami pats his chest. “Daddy champ!”
Brian smiles at us. “She really isn’t a fan, is she, X?”
Xavier laughs. “Told you.”
I shrug, feeling embarrassed that I didn’t know.
Liv takes Kami from Brian’s arms and then gives him a quick kiss. “Have a good match, babe.” She turns to me. “Let’s hurry and get our seats.”
Xavier pats my butt after I pull away. “I expect extra loud cheering from your section when I come out.”
I laugh. “You got it.”
Liv leads me down the hall and waves at the security guards, addressing them by name. She turns to me and hands me a laminated pass. “Here, keep this on. You’ll need it until the guys get to know you. The show’s on a commercial break, so outside the door will be packed. Stick with me so I can get us to our seats.”
I nod and do as she instructed while following her through a door leading out into the public concession area. People mill about in every direction, and their chatter is deafening. We head through a tunnel into the arena, and I’m awed by the bright lights and sold-out crowd.
We bob and weave through the fans, and I spot a few ‘Phenomenal X’ t-shirts along the way. I need one of those, I think to myself, and laugh at the thought of always having him so close to me.
Finally, we arrive at our section, and Liv walks all the way over to last seat near the barricade. “You sit here. They’ll come down that ramp to get to the ring.”
The metal stage is backlit by millions of mini bulbs and a monstrous screen. There are several men running around, checking things before the show resumes, and the excitement in the air is so thick I can nearly taste it. An overhead announcement is made alerting people to take their seats.
“Thirty seconds.”
“Are you excited?” Liv asks me, balancing Kami on her hip.
“Yes! This is amazing. It’s one thing to watch videos and stuff, but it’s another to be here in the moment.”
A man in a dark suit steps into the ring, microphone in hand and my whole body jitters with excitement.
The lights dim and the crowd roars the moment Xavier’s entrance music, X Gon’ Give It To Ya, blares throughout the arena. My eyes flit to the huge screen, ecstatic to be out here watching him in all his glory. Twenty-five thousand spectators are on their feet going wild. Banners and posters pepper the stands with the words ‘Phenomenal X’ written across them.
“Keep your eyes on the black curtain. He’ll come through that.” Liv adjusts the noise canceling headphones on Kami’s little head. “It’ll get crazy when the crowd spots him.”
I grip the railing and lean against it for a better look around the slew of fans, who are already waving their arms like mad. Smoke wafts around the stage, and the lights in the entire arena shut off. Red flashes speckle the stage, drawing everyone’s attention. The camera crew line themselves up on the ramp, ready to catch all the action for the millions of viewers at home.
The moment Xavier steps through the curtains I swear the noise in the place amplifies ten decibels. My eyes rake over him as he stands there staring out at the crowd, his chiseled arms are on full display, and the fabric of the black tank top he’s wearing straining against his toned chest.
There’s no hint of emotion on his face as red lights shine on him. The intense expression on his face causes my heart to flutter. It’s intimidating, and reminds me a lot of the time in the bar when he went after that man who put something in my drink.
Xavier crouches down, and I jump as fireworks shoot up from the stage surrounding him. More smoke clouds around him as he jumps up and throws his shoulders and head back as a loud howl erupts from his mouth.
My God.
My breath catches. He looks like a warrior ready for battle, not a guy about to take on a friend in the ring. Xavier is one hell of an actor, because even I believe him.
He struts down the ramp and makes his way over to the side of the aisle I’m standing on. Rowdy fans pat his shoulders as he walks by them, heading right toward me.
His dark hair appears even darker because it’s wet. He must have poured water over his head backstage at some point. Water speckles his shoulders as he stops in front of me and leans in over the railing to kiss my cheek for a second, allowing the camera crew to get a good shot of our brief moment of intimacy before he continues his march to the ring.
“The following match is scheduled for one fall,” the man in the ring announces. “Making his way to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing two hundred and sixty-five pounds, he is…Phenomenal X!”
I scream at the top of my lungs as Xavier pulls himself onto the ring and slips through the red ropes.
Liv elbows me. “Listen to that crowd. They love him.”
“I can see why. He’s amazing,” I say in a dreamy tone as I watch Xavier climb up the turnbuckles of the ring and flex his arms and howl.
There isn’t a whole lot of time between Xavier’s music and another song being played. It’s song with a very thick Latino sound, and the heavy bass beat pounds around the arena.
Brian pushes through the curtain, and Liv cheers and encourages Kami to do the same for her daddy as he flexes his pectoral muscles, making them bounce to the beat. The championship belt gleams against the flash of the stage lights, and it’s hard to miss the charisma of this man. I laugh as he makes his way down the ramp and winks in Liv’s direction.
The announcer introduces Xavier’s opponent. “Making his way to the ring, from Miami, Florida, weighing two hundred and forty pounds, he is…Brian ‘Razor’ Rollins!”
Pandemonium erupts as Brian’s playful expression turns serious the moment he steps into the ring with Xavier and then holds the belt in the air. Both men stare each other down, making the crowd believe that they hate each other.
Bright lights flick back on overhead and a bell rings. Xavier and Brian circle each other, and I hold my breath. I don’t like the idea of the two of them hurting each other. I know it’s their job, but that doesn’t make it easy to watch.
Brian and Xavier step toward each other at the same time and lock up. It appears pretty evenly matched until Brian twists around and catches Xavier in a headlock.
Brian grabs his other wrist and grunts as he pulls his arm tighter around Xavier’s neck. Xavier’s arms flail about wildly for a second, but then he punches Brian in the ribs. Brian’s grasp loosens, and Xavier turns around in time to clothesline his opponent.
A collective, “Ohh,” echoes through the massive room as Brian falls down to the mat. Xavier doesn’t waste any time climbing to the top of the corner rope, standing tall as he towers over the ring. Camera flashes go crazy as X
avier stretches his arms out and sends his body flying toward Brian.
Brian kicks his leg in the air just as Xavier comes down on him, landing against the left side of Xavier’s jaw.
Xavier grunts and lands on the mat next to Brian. Both men remain motionless for a moment, and then Brian begins to crawl toward Xavier, ready to cover him for the pin.
Brian hooks his elbow around Xavier’s leg the referee falls down to the mat, and smacking it as he counts.
“One!” the crowd chants along with the referee.
“Two!”
The count is interrupted as Assassin flies through the crowd, hopping over the barricade and sliding into the ring. As soon as Rex is able to stand, he begins attacking Brian, ripping him off Xavier.
Liv gasps beside me and covers her mouth as the bell from the ring begins sounds, signaling the end of the match.
“What is it?” I question, thoroughly confused as to why she’s upset. “Isn’t everything choreographed?”
“This isn’t a part of the show. That asshole, Rex, has gone rogue.”
My eyes widen as I direct my attention back to the ring. The moment Xavier realizes what’s happening, he jumps to his feet.
Rex wastes no time sliding back out of the ring and walking backwards up the ramp while Xavier stares him down.
There’s a cocky smile on Rex’s face like he’s just rained on Xavier’s parade and enjoyed it immensely.
“Winner of this match due to disqualification, and still the heavy-weight champion…Brian ‘Razor’ Rollins!” the same announcer calls out.
“I don’t understand. What just happened?”
Liv frowns. “Xavier was supposed to win the belt from Brian tonight.”
I gasp as my eyes flick back up to the ring where Xavier is kneeling beside Brian talking to him along with a doctor.
“Can Assassin do that?”
Liv shrugs. “He just did. Now the shit is gonna hit the fan. That asshole had better not have hurt Brian. We need to get backstage so I can check on him when he goes back there.”