Fight For Her (Devil's Right Hand MC #2)

Chapter 5

Brenna's POV

It's been three weeks since my first fight for DRH and things are weird. The fights are held every Friday night, so I've done two more since the first and I've won both. The money is a huge help as we paid Brody's speeding ticket, some of my debt, and put some in my savings account. Honestly, my life has been amazing since I started fighting with DRH, well, except for one thing, or rather, one person.

Driver acted like a complete asshole after my first fight. I know I fucked up by not pinning my hair well enough, but he had no right to yell at me like that, especially since I won. That entire outburst was weird and unexcepted; however, it lasted much longer than I expected.

Every single morning, I come to the gym to train, and every single morning I see him in the office, watching me, but he never leaves. We don't spar together anymore and we barely talk. Even at the fights, he'll wish me luck, then hand me the cash after the fight and leave. It's weird.

It's driving me crazy. I can't figure out what happened to make him react like that. But most importantly, I don't know why I care.

Sure, it's annoying that my boss went from being helpful to completely icing me out, but I can't help but think there's more to it. The fight went a little off the rails, but nothing to deserve the cold shoulder for three fucking weeks.

He has only said five words to me since that fight and he never brought up my mistake. However, the next week, Smoke announced another rule, no hair-pulling. I'm sure Driver is the one who made the new rule, but nobody ever mentioned it. I still talk to the club guys when they are at the fights, and I like the banter we have going on, but it feels weird to hang around them knowing their vice president hates me.

Anger courses through me as I jump rope in the gym, knowing he is behind that damn glass window staring at me. He still does the morning shift, though I have no idea why when he doesn't even speak to me anymore. He just watches me like a damn creep.

I can't take this anymore, this silence, not knowing what his problem is. Not knowing what the fuck I did wrong.

Without thinking, I drop the jump rope and head for his office. He's going to tell me what the fuck is going on.

"What the hell is your goddamn problem?" I seethe as I enter the office.

"I don't have a problem. You got one?" he replies, not even looking up from his paperwork.

"It's been three weeks, I know I fucked up but goddamn, you still gonna pout?" I shoot back, annoyed as hell.

"I'm not pouting," he replies, still focusing on his paperwork.

"Sure looks like it to me. We don't train together anymore, you don't even talk to me, you just sit behind this damn window and stare at my ass," I shout. I'm not stupid, I can feel his eyes on me as I work out, and I know exactly what he's looking at.

"Do you need me to hold your fucking hand or something?!" he yells, finally putting the damn paperwork down.

"You know good and well that's not what this is about. I deserve to be fucking respected after I've made you over 10 grand in a month."

"To get respect you gotta earn it," he shoots back.

"Please Driver, tell me what the fuck I did to not deserve your respect?" I shoot back with my hands on my hips.

"You wanna earn it?" he questions his expression hard as stone.

"I think I should already have it."

"Then get your ass in the ring. No holding back this time, it's real," he orders.

Every time we have been in the ring together, we have only sparred so our punches were less forceful and our moves were intended to not hurt the other person. However, if he wants to fight for real, then I am more than willing, not because I want to earn his respect, but because I want to prove to him that I can win.