Chapter 9

All I have is the heaviness of fatigue, dizzy with it, just aching to sit down and have some peace. My head is banging, and that nausea swirling around makes me hot and stuffy. I fall into the cool seat of his car interior with sheer relief, so glad to be back on my ass, and relax into the molded curves with a sigh. The urge to slide my shoes off is insane, but I have zero energy to unbuckle them.

“Anytime. See you at Saturday’s fight, man.” The male ducks and dives, throwing a couple of mock air punches with a smile, trying hard to impress Arry and getting all jocular and best buddy. I resist the urge to eye roll, now nestled in my seat away from his caring hands, and slide down the leather to try to calm the side-to-side waves going on around me. “My money is already on you, Bruv’. Tornado Carrero is a sure thing! I saw you at your last, and you were on top form. That right hook is deadly.”

“Thanks.” Arrick smiles at him, giving the man some sort of bromance arm hug, t