The Grind

Chapter Eleven

Seats were limited by the time I got to the small dressing area turned conference room, so I opted to stand against the back wall instead of stepping into a crowded aisle. Plus, a standing Liv would catch his attention sooner than a sitting one. Within 5 minutes of waiting, Mendez sashayed through a side entrance, championship belt undoubtably in tow, clashing with his red, yes RED suit of choice. Jolly ol' Saint Nick himself would've turned up a nose in disgust. He took a seat, propping his prized possession in display on the white table. Prayers of pleading rolling through my head that this blatant narcissist wouldn't drain all the life out of the room by endless ramblings for the upcoming hour. Right now, it wasn't this particular fighter that I needed answers from. Thankful for a recording device, I muted most of the repetitive questioning until I was ready to join in.

"Yeah, Miss Elliott in the back there," he selected.

"Congratulations on the victory, Danny. I was wondering, if Colton were to call you out for the title again, would you accept? Thank you."

He chuckled, " I mean, yeah. I beat the guy once, so I wouldn't have a problem doing it again. All jokes aside though, honestly, the guy is scrappy in the cage. I'll give him that." In Danny Mendez translation, that was a compliment.

His session ended with mumbling something about having a bottle on ice and blah, blah, blah, leaving us now to wait for the losing man of the hour. Upon 15 very exasperated minutes, two reporters withdrew due to justified impatience of Colton's delay. Amongst the growing chatters, the black hands of a clock at the rear of the room ticked noisily, it's repetitive soundtrack creating a deafening echo amid the whispering gallery. After what I assumed was at least 25 minutes passing, an unidentified blonde wearing some sort of badge on her hip, resolutely marched her way front and center.

"Alright guys, that's gonna be it for tonight. Sorry to disappoint."

I teetered between irritation, and concern. Was this one of his rebellious PR stunts? Or was he currently being rushed to the nearest emergency room for some kind of growing side effects resulting from an unanticipated injury? I would've liked to think Mac, Beth, or perhaps some member of his team would've had the courtesy to think of me if that was the case. However, after the cold shoulder from Colton earlier, maybe I was no longer in the inner circle. No longer one of the "popular kids." Surely, I hadn't already been tossed aside to join the other outcasted groupies already?

We filed out of the room scattering down different hallways, and I withdrew my phone from my purse. Seeing no missed calls, I decided to lean on relief rather than panic. When I pushed the panel opening the parking garage door, I slid a single key between my middle and index finger. A defense tactic that Colton stressed as dire necessity when I was alone out in the city, at night especially. In his words, I was evidently "green" to the harsh reality that there were indeed violent people here, who'd stab you for the 14 bucks you had in your wallet, and the busted Coach knockoff hanging over your shoulder. Back in Indiana, we didn't even lock our cars most nights, so Colt's enthusiastic warnings about his own close call with a mugger, did not fall on deaf ears. If any brave, or entirely ignorant individual had the gall attempt a robbery on a barrel chested man such as my guy, they'd see me as a sure score.

I double tapped the unlock button opening the driver door, and intently scanned the surroundings when my headlights ignited. I sat aimlessly staring at the blank screen of my phone, the thunderous internal battle now underway.

Call the clueless fool, Liv. Give him the scolding he deserves.

The devil on the right: NO chance. Leave the bastard wondering where you've gone. If you've made it home safely.

Back to the left. CALL HIM. What if something bad really is going on. You'll never forgive yourself if he's hurt.

That was all the convincing I needed. I truly couldn't live myself had he been unconscious in some hospital bed, suffering from some life-threatening contusion with me not at his side due to my hurt feelings. Vindicated, even still.