The Blake Project: Book 2

Chapter 3

Blake POV

The drive to Emma's seemed to be never ending. All I could think about was Max and the gang. Max so easily found out about me and Lola so it proves that it won't be hard for him or anyone else to link me with Emma. Also, we still don't know why Angie was at the fight that night and she could possibly know Max. I just dont trust anyone right now and the only thing I was mostly thinking about the ride over was that I have break up with Emma.

It's not like I don't want to. No, I fucking love that girl but that's exactly why I have to do it. If something were to happen to her because of me I honestly couldn't live with myself. I don't know, maybe I'm just being paranoid.

I stopped my car at the stop sign and sighed.

"I hate my life" I mumbled to myself as I lowered the radio which was currently blaring

I looked both ways on the road before accelerating forward towards Emma's house. As I was turning onto her street I noticed my work phone light up in the corner of my eye making me groan and grasp the steering wheel tighter. Great, just another thing I have to fucking worry about. What could they possibly want to tell me that couldn't wait till later?

I pulled the car over to the side of the road and grabbed my work phone.

From: Work
Fighter Daniel Rodgers is in no condition to work tonight due to injuries from last night. Boss said since you were entertaining during your last fight you can take the position or you could continue to sell. If you are fighting you must be here ASAP. You have 15 minutes to reply.

Fuck. Should I fight? I mean I ended up in the hospital last time. Daniel is the best fighter out there though so if I replace him and win I would be loaded! Plus, I might have to sell with Max tonight which wouldn't be good.

I looked at the clock which read 2:35 and took out my regular phone. I dialed a familiar number and listened to the three rings.

"Hello?" Emma answered

"Hey Em, I'm on my way to your house but I think I'm going to turn around and just head home. I'm not really feeling well, so I want to rest before tonight." I lied making me feel a little bit guilty

"Aw, ok don't worry about it. Hope you feel better and be safe tonight ok? Are you still coming here after?" Emma said buying my bullshit

"I will don't worry and I don't know. I love you" I said looking down at my work phone in my opposite hand.

"Oh well it's ok, I love you too" Emma replied

After we hung up I took a deep breath and went on my work phone.

To: Work
I'll fight.

***

"Afternoon" A man mumbled as I walked through the grubby room.

The air was thick and smelt like alcohol which I craved at the moment. I looked over to a group of men who were smoking and gave them a head nod before slipping back into the back room where the fighters get prepared.

I pulled off my black hooded jacket and replaced it with a white tank top. I also pulled down my jeans and put on a pair of shorts. I walked over to the chart hanging on the door and placed my finger on Daniel's name. I slid my finger across the paper and stopped at the opposers name.

No way.

There has to be a mistake.

I barged out of the room yanking the paper off of the door and took it with me. I quickly made my way towards the boss' office ignoring all the stares. I opened the door and shut it causing the boss to look up from his desk.