The gym is packed when Anna and I walk in, and I don’t see Clay anywhere. Anna, as always, walks in like she’s been here a hundred times, though, completely comfortable in a way that makes me jealous. I wish I had the kind of confidence she does. She’s so confident in who she is, and I’m just not. Guys watch her as she scoots through the crowd, holding my hand, so she doesn’t lose me, finally coming to rest at an open spot against the wall. Turning, she leans back against it, and I do the same. She’s beside a guy who looks like he should be one of the fighters tonight, all tatted up and muscular, while I’m beside a skinny, kinda nerdy looking guy who stares at us like he might pass out if we speak.

“Where’s your boy?” Anna leans sideways to ask. “I don’t see him or your other boy. Are you sure this is where they’re supposed to be?”

I roll my eyes. “Do you know of another illegal fight going on tonight? This is the address he texted. I’m sure they’re here somewhere.” After all, while this isn’t a huge building, it’s packed to the gills with people. My eyes continue to search for him, and after a few minutes, I see Liam come out of a room next to the ring where I’m assuming the fight is going to take place. Turning to Anna, I practically shout, “I think he’s in there,” and point toward the door Liam just left. “I’ll be back.” I want to at least let him know I’m here. Plus, we can’t talk about last night with all these people around.

It’s takes me more than a few minutes to push my way through the crowd, mainly because I hate to be pushy, and that’s what you have to be to get to the front of the room. Everyone automatically thinks you’re trying to take their place, and they don’t like that. I have to say more than once, pointing towards the door, “I’m just trying to get up there,” and even then, most people give me incredulous looks. By the time I make it to the red rope cordoning off the area where the fighters hang out waiting for their turn in the ring I’ve been pushed and elbowed so many times I know I’m going to have bruises tomorrow.

Luckily, there isn’t anyone up here manning the rope, so I’m able to duck under it and walk over to the room I saw Liam come out of without anyone questioning what I’m doing. When I reach the door, I freeze, hearing Max and Clay arguing. It only takes three words for me to know they are fighting about me. “You fucked Kat.” Max is irate, asking Clay how he could have sex with me, which makes me want to punch him. What … just because he doesn’t want me, no one else should either? How is that fair? Clay says exactly what I would say, telling Max it had nothing to do with him, because duh, it didn’t. Max wasn’t even on my radar last night. Jeez, that’s one of the reasons I was so freaked out this morning. I thought I was head over heels for Max, but then, sleeping with Clay, he never entered my mind. If I truly loved him like I thought I did, I would have felt guilty. Part of the freak out was the fact that I didn’t.

Thoroughly pissed, I grip the doorknob, ready to give Max a piece of my mind, but his next words stop me in my tracks. “You fucking Kat had everything to do with me. Goddammit Clay, you knew she had a thing for me, and you just couldn’t handle a girl wanting me more than they wanted you, so you took her away from me. She’s nothing more to you than a piece of ass, a way to show me that no matter what, you’re better than me.”

Suddenly, I feel like I can’t breathe. I wait for Clay to tell him that’s not true, that he cares about me, but when he responds, it’s all about Max and how he didn’t want me. He doesn’t dispute any of his brothers’ claims. That’s when I realize Anna was right. I do have feelings for Clay. Feelings that are a hundred times stronger than any I thought I had for Max. Not only do I have feelings … I’m in love with him. Anna was right, and him not saying he feels the same to his brother makes my heart beat overtime in my chest. The breath I couldn’t find earlier is now back with a vengeance. I’m breathing way too fast, and barely paying attention to the remainder of the conversation. I need to get out of here. I don’t want to see either of them, and I definitely don’t want to speak to Clay now.

I push my way back through the crowd to where Anna’s still standing, a smirk on her face. “Did you find …” her voice trails off when she gets a good look at me, and she reaches out a hand to pull me closer. “What on earth happened?” Her eyes search my face, and I can feel tears prick the backs of my eyes.

Shaking my head, I tell her, “I don’t want to talk about it right now. Suffice it to say; you were wrong about Clay and how he feels about me.”

Anna looks stunned, but she honors my request, saying only, “Okay … but we are absolutely talking about this later. You can’t come over here looking like that and expecting me to just let it go.” I turn away from her, still afraid I’m going to cry and watch Max storm out of the room. Anna’s murmured, “Oh shit,” from beside me makes me laugh, even though it’s the most inappropriate time, but at least I’m not in danger of crying anymore. Her voice in my ear says, “Oh yeah, we are definitely talking about this when we get home.”

The two of us watch Max make his way through the crowd, and when he gets close, our eyes meet. I watch him try to cover the anger on his face, schooling his features into a blank mask as he walks over to stand beside me. Part of me wants to tell him to go away because the things he said about me are not okay, but the rest of me remembers that Max has been my friend for years. Anna leans around me to talk to him. “What’s up, Mad Max? Haven’t seen you in forever.” One eyebrow raises, and when she says the next words, he looks away, jaw clenching. “I hope you’re treating my sister right.”

We barely hear his response. “Better than some people I know.”

“Oooh, big words there Maxy … care to elaborate since this one,” she jabs her thumb at me, “won’t tell me anything. Isn’t that rude?” I glare at her, but she just grins, never taking her eyes off Max.

He shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t think it’s rude. You’re just nosy, Anna.”

She pulls back, shocked he would say that to her, and for once she has nothing to say. I roll my eyes at both of them, and keep watching the door. Dummy me keeps hoping Clay will come out and have something to say, some sort of explanation for a conversation he doesn’t even know I heard. I never said I was logical.

A few minutes later, while I’m still going over the parts of the conversation I heard, Marcus, the guy Clay is here because of, walks out, Clay following a few seconds later. He looks around the room, finally settling on me. There’re so many emotions in his eyes, but when his eyes register Max is beside me, the emotions narrow into one—anger. I don’t want him to see how conflicted I am, so I look away. When I finally turn back, he’s moving, and the crowd, or more accurately, mostly the women, is cheering for him as he gets in the ring. Unconsciously, I reach out to grab Anna’s hand, practically crushing it with mine when I see the guy he’s going to be fighting tonight.

Clay is a big guy, but the guy he’s fighting is massive. He easily has three or four inches, not to mention forty or fifty pounds—if not more—on Clay, and Clay doesn’t even look mildly worried. Marcus steps into the middle of the ring to introduce both guys, but my heart is beating so fast I don’t catch Clay’s name. His opponent is nicknamed “The Crusher,” and that’s more than enough information for me.

The two men meet in the middle of the ring where Marcus stands and shake hands. “Crusher” says something that makes Clay smirk in a way I can see all the way back here, but he doesn’t say anything in response. He only nods his head before turning his attention back to Marcus who continues giving the rules of the fight: fists only, three rounds, tapping out loses the fight. As the guys go back to their corners, Max leans in to say, “I need to talk to you.”

Hard as it is, I manage to turn my head away from the ring to focus on Max. He’s giving me his puppy-dog eyes, knowing that usually gets me to do whatever he wants. Not this time, though. I narrow my eyes at him, my words more blunt than normal when I say, “I don’t think we have anything else to say. I heard plenty across the room earlier.”

Max’s eyes widen when he realizes I heard the conversation between him and Clay. “You weren’t supposed to hear that, Kat. That was between me and Clay.” He sounds like he’s chastising me when they are the ones who were talking about me behind my back, and that immediately puts my back up.

“I didn’t go over there with the intention of eavesdropping. Clay wanted to talk to me, and I wanted to get that over with. Lucky for me,” I say sarcastically, “I heard how both of you really feel. You think I’m your possession, and don’t like the fact that your brother played with one of your toys. Clay sees me as nothing more than a vagina to stick his dick in. I don’t think it can get much clearer than that.” My voice breaks, and I take a deep breath, trying to keep myself from crying. I hate the fact that I cry when I get mad. It’s so annoying, and no one ever takes your anger seriously. You’re just the crybaby, the hormonal girl who cries to get her way when that’s not it at all.

Max sputters out a reply, but sounds from the crowd distract me from whatever excuse he’s trying to make. My attention goes back to the ring where Clay is standing, a trail of red dripping down from the corner of his mouth, and a bruise already forming on his jaw. “Crusher” is on the mat, his chest heaving, but unmoving. Marcus climbs into the ring as I watch the events unfolding, crouching down beside Clay’s opponent and saying something in his ear. I don’t see him respond, and after speaking to him a couple more times, Marcus stands, an ecstatic look on his face as he raises Clay’s arm, declaring him the winner.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Max move; then he’s moving as fast as he can through the crowd to where his brother is getting ready to leave the ring. Before he gets the chance, Max darts under the ropes and gets right up in his face. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but whatever it is, it’s not good. Clay rears back just as Max turns to point at me, before turning back to yell at him some more. Clay turns wide eyes to me, and though he’s across the room, the regret in them is plain.

Clay tries to get around his brother, but Max steps with him, putting both hands on his chest and shoving him back. Clay’s face darkens with anger, and he returns the shove. Unlike Max, he follows his brother when he stumbles backward, getting right up in his face and saying something that makes Max go pale.

“What do you think they’re saying?” Anna’s voice is full of curiosity, her eyes locked on the two arguing in the ring in front of everyone.

Clay’s attention comes back to me, and people in the crowd start to notice. People around me start to whisper, and I can’t handle any more tonight. “I have no idea, and I don’t want to know. Are you ready to go?” I avoid looking back at the ring, not wanting to meet Clay’s eyes or see the brothers fight over me … again.

Anna looks over at them, shaking her head in what I’m not sure is disgust or exasperation, or maybe a little of both. “Yeah,” she says with a sigh. “I guess we should go.”