“Aro, I said I’m not ready!” Edward argued, standing up and pacing his agent’s office angrily. “I’m still dealing with these awful migraines and dizziness. Marcus said I was ready to train. I’m nowhere near ready to fight.”
“We’ve been flexible, Edward,” Aro placated. “We allowed you to rehab on your own, with your own people. Though, Caius is not happy with your progress.”
“Caius no longer has a say in my career, Aro. I told you this,” Edward gritted out. “I don’t trust him. Not after … that debacle with Demetri.”
“Caius said he did not do anything to harm you,” Aro argued, arching a dangerous brow at his prized fighter. “You’re our biggest fighter, Edward. Why would we sabotage you? You’ve made us very rich. Most of this building was renovated thanks to your stellar reputation.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you have another stellar fighter moving up the pipeline and you want them to take my spot,” Edward suggested. “I may be a fighter, but I’m not like a majority of those guys in the gym. I graduated, first in my class, with a degree in business. I have a brain.”
“You do, Edward,” Aro nodded, but in his mind, he was shocked that Edward had even suggested that they had another fighter waiting in the wings. He was also surprised that Edward had figured out why he’d been injured … Demetri had been chosen specifically and given the tools to beat Edward with the brass knuckles, including an inebriated prize fighter. Caius, however, was sloppy. He put too much sedative in Edward’s water, making the fight end sooner rather than later.
A mistake that cost them millions.
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