Tyler's Undoing (Gloves Off #1)(23)

“Sorry about that, bro. Cole said I couldn’t knock you out in under two minutes. I had to prove him wrong.”

Chuckling, he looked over in my corner and flipped him off, which only made Cole laugh. “Payback’s a bitch, Bennett,” Bastian joked. “You guys going to the party tonight?”

“No, we’re heading back home. Maybe we’ll catch you next time.”

“Sounds good, Rushing. I’m sure I’ll see you around next weekend.”

The crowd was still going wild, so I made my rounds around the ring and climbed the fence, raising my arms in the air. I f*cking loved the sound of them hollering my name. I’d waited years to hear it.

Waving at the crowd one last time, I jumped down and followed Cole out of the ring to where Bree stood waiting on us.

“You did amazing, Tyler,” she gushed. “I wish Kacey could’ve been here. I sent her the video of you fighting though. She absolutely loved it.”

“So you’re texting her while she’s on her date? I bet the guy loves that,” I stated with a huge smirk.

Bree bit her lip and looked sheepishly over at Cole before turning back to me. “Actually, she’s having a terrible time.”

Was it bad that I was happy about that? Fuck no.

“She’s still with him?” I asked. “What the hell have they been doing for the past four hours?”

She looked down at her phone and scrolled through her messages. “They went out to eat and now they’re at one of the bars in the Bellagio. She says she’s ready to leave, but he ran into some people he knew. Apparently, he’s busy talking to them.”

“Tell her to call a cab and go home,” I hissed. “What f*cking * takes a girl on a date and ignores her?”

“Uh . . . you?” Cole teased.

“Correction, cocksucker. I never took girls out on dates. I just f*cked them, then ignored them.” When Bree’s mouth dropped open in disgust, I held up my hand to stop the enraged words from flying out of her mouth. “I’m not like that anymore, Bree, so stop looking at me like that.”

“It’s just I never thought you’d be that way,” she admitted. “I mean, I knew you had a lot of women following you around, but I never thought you’d treat them like shit. I must be an awful judge of character because when we met Liam at the bar last night, I thought he was nice and really interested in her.”

When she said the name Liam my hackles rose. Surely, it couldn’t be the same Liam I knew. If so, then Kacey needed to get the hell away from him fast.

“What’s his last name, Bree?” I asked, grabbing her by the shoulders.

Her eyes went wide, especially when she saw Cole looking just as nervous as I was. “Why, what’s wrong?” she shrieked. “I don’t know his last name. He has dark hair and green eyes, and he’s a sharp dresser . . . that’s it.”

“Holy f*ck, do you think it’s him?” Cole asked, exasperated. “Out of all the people Kacey could go out with, how the hell did it wind up being him?”

“Guys, tell me what’s going on,” Bree demanded.

It was too loud in the arena, but I had to try to get in touch with her somehow. “I need your phone,” I said to Bree. She quickly handed it to me and I dialed up Kacey’s number. When she answered, I could barely hear her over the noise on both ends.

“Bree?” she answered, screaming into the phone.

“No, it’s Tyler. What’s Liam’s last name?”

“What? I can’t hear you.”

“What’s Liam’s last name?” I yelled into the mouth piece.

“Hello? Are you there?”

Fuck! This wasn’t working. Reluctantly, I hung up the phone and texted her.



Me: What’s Liam’s last name?!?!

Kacey: Tyler?

Me: YES, it’s me. What’s his last name?

Kacey: Harris, why? Is everything okay?



When I saw his last name I thought I was going to go in-f*cking-sane. I was four hours away, and if anything happened I wouldn’t make it there in time. “Goddammit!” I shouted, taking off for the dressing rooms. Cole knew exactly what was going on, so he grabbed Bree’s hand and pulled her quickly along.

“It’s him?” Cole asked.

“Yes,” I growled. “I need to get to a place where she can hear me. I can’t believe she’s with that f*cker.”

“Guys, please,” Bree begged. “I need to know what’s going on.”

When we got to my dressing room, I rushed inside and immediately changed out of my gear, putting on my khaki shorts and black MMA Pride T-shirt. Grabbing all my shit, I hurried out the door with Cole and Bree following closely on my heels.

“Liam Harris has to be one of the dirtiest motherf*ckers on the goddamned planet. He’s Kyle Andrews’ agent and just as bad as he is. Do you know who Kyle is?” I asked her. She’d been around enough of the fighters to get an idea on who the cocksucker was.

“Yeah, I’ve heard stories about him. I also saw the video of you two fighting a few weeks ago.”

Getting in the car, I started it up and headed straight for the highway, bolting down the road at least twenty over the limit. “Okay, so you know who Kyle is. Liam, on the other hand, is even more f*cked up, if that’s possible. He’s even been accused of rape a couple of times, but the courts have always let him off due to no evidence.