Ch19 - Till Death Do Us Part

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Hi everyone!

I'd noticed that I hadn't made the time frame clear. So, when Amara had found James, it had been a year since Max's disappearance. James had trained Amara for eight months till she was able to meet Max at the club on his twentieth birthday and since then, it's been a week.

Okay, now that we have that sorted, we may proceed.

Queenie
Xx

"You're sure you can get me out for an hour without anyone knowing?" I asked again, my voice barely a whisper.

James sighed and wiped a hand over his face. "Can you just concentrate for a minute and shut up; Max is coming this way."

Max had been acting odd since we landed back in London yesterday and his mood had not improved in the slightest.

"Hands out." He demanded, holding out white bandages and wrapping them around my hands in silence.

I looked passed him, down the dark corridor which would lead to the ring in the underground fight club where I had first come to look for Max.

Once Max had completed his task, he lifted my chin upward to look at him. He must have caught onto how tense I was because his expression softened.

"You've got this. Just breathe." He said, resting his forehead on mine.

I closed my eyes and clung to him, taking a deep breath. I could do this. No big deal. Just don't die.

I pulled away from him and nodded, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

Max walked in front of me, a figure of power in his tailored suit and James walked behind me. The doors were opened for us when Max sent a quick text, allowing the deafening roar of the crowd to rush passed my ears. The fight hadn't even begun! As we walked through the crowd, I noticed people start to stare and whisper. Not at me but at Max.

"What's going on? Why are they staring at you?" I asked, frowning.

He ignored me, continuing to walk tall whilst James answered my question for me.

"He hasn't been here for quite a while. It's his first appearance since he came back."

I nodded, understanding and keeping my eyes on the back of Max's head. I found it odd that the fans of the man whose poster they all worshiped fell silent and uneasy in his presence.

People started to take notice of me, their eyes roaming over my body inquisitively as they tried to make sense of all the rumours that had spread like wildfire no doubt. A few collective gasps were heard as their eyes rested on the scattered bruises over my body as well as the stupid love bites from Max which had not yet faded and my attempts to cover them with makeup were trivial.

I had contemplated leaving my hair down in order to cover the monstrosities on my neck but knew it was no use when fighting. In the end I gave up, pulling my hair back into a ponytail and cursing Max for trying making life even harder for me.

We left Max behind as he took his place next to the Don in what I could only describe as the VIP area. His position was right at the front where everyone could see him; expression void of any emotion as he crossed his right ankle over his left knee and leaned his elbow on the arm rest of his chair.

James lead me into the ring giving me my first glimpse of my opponent. A tall, built fighter; nothing I hadn't seen before but I reminded myself not to judge a book by its cover. He would obviously have years of experience under his belt compared to my eight months.

I looked around the massive warehouse. Apparently the turn out was a lot more than usual, not because of my fight but because of Max's appearance.

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