Fighting Dirty. Lori Foster
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“They only had to replace the screen. Good as new.”
Armie repaid her. “You’re a dream, Harper. You know that, right?”
She stuffed the bills in her pocket, blew him a kiss and took off again.
When he walked back in, Cannon joined them. “Good show today, Armie. You impressed Jude.”
“Wasn’t my intent to impress anyone.” He hadn’t altered his workout except to add the extra sparring Jude had requested.
Grinning, Cannon said, “You did anyway.”
While he dressed, Justice and Leese said their farewells and took off, leaving Armie and Cannon alone in the showers.
“Rissy called,” Cannon said. “I asked her to check in every so often.”
“How’s she doing?”
“All right, I guess. But she’s too stubborn to tell me otherwise.” Cannon finger combed back his hair, then let a fist drop against the locker. “I can’t get it out of my head.”
“I’m there with you.” The fact that someone had manhandled Rissy, threatened her, kept an uneasy turbulence churning inside Armie. “Any word from the detectives?”
“Not yet, no.” Cannon turned his head to face Armie. “You were there. You think it’s possible it was more than a robbery?”
Over and over, it had played in Armie’s mind. “I honestly don’t know. I mean, one guy seemed to make a beeline for Rissy. I’d just noticed that he closed the door on her office when the other guy pulled the gun. But I don’t see how that setup helped them. I get that she’s a manager, but why separate her from the others?”
“I don’t know.” Cannon sat on the bench and pulled on his shoes. “I have a bad feeling about it.”
Cannon had a lot of contacts on the street, but mostly in the neighborhood surrounding the rec center. Whether or not those contacts would be of use for a bank robbery, Armie didn’t know. Thanks to their combined efforts, these days there was less crime and more enterprise. But on the outskirts of their small town, the criminal element still thrived. “You have feelers out?”
“Yeah. And I know Reese and Logan are on it. But I’m not going to rest easy until they catch the bastards.”
“And until that happens, Rissy’s going to keep checking in with you?”
Cannon shrugged. “She’s understanding about it.”
“She knows you love her.”
Cannon went quiet again, then said, “Thanks for keeping an eye on her last night. I appreciate it.”
Armie almost choked. “No problem.” It amazed him that Cannon wasn’t raising holy hell about his sis being alone with someone of his ilk. But then, he probably had no idea that Rissy had peeled off her pants, insisted on sleeping plastered against him, asked about sex games and left her MO emblazoned on his ass.
“It might cramp your style, but if she asks again—”
“I’ll look out for her,” Armie promised. He’d do whatever he thought was best to protect her—even if it meant protecting her from him. “You know that.”
“Yeah.” Cannon watched him. “I do.” Putting that discussion aside, Cannon switched gears. “I’m looking forward to hearing what Jude has to say.”
Armie eyed his best friend. “You know it’s going to be some idiotic promo shit they want me to do.” And he hated it. Not the camera—he’d never minded that. But the dog and pony show wasn’t his way.
“Maybe,” Cannon conceded. “Promo is good. Since we finally got you in the SBC we might as well ensure you make a big splash.” But since he knew that wasn’t what Armie wanted, Cannon clapped him on the shoulder. “Try having a little faith, okay? You have the organization behind you. That counts for a lot.”
“If you say so.”
Together they went back into the main gym and met up with Jude, who wanted to take them to a nearby diner to talk “away from everyone else.” Sounded ominous to Armie, but what the hell. He had time yet.
The diner surprised him. It was a local family-run place. Armie had been there before, but for a man of Jamison’s stature, a freaking movie star, as Harper had pointed out, it seemed pretty humble.
Recognizing the direction of Armie’s thoughts, Jude said, “I don’t want to be recognized, and I don’t want to keep you long. I assume this place is okay with the two of you?”
“I know the owners,” Cannon said. “They’re good people.”
“And they serve killer homemade soups,” Armie added. “Just didn’t seem like your speed.”
“I was a fighter before I hit Hollywood. And believe me, I prefer the fight circuit a hell of a lot more.”
Once they were seated in the back corner booth with drinks in front of them, cola for Jude, lemon water for Cannon and Armie, Jude got down to business. Hands folded on the table, leaning in, he addressed Armie. “You know I was once accused of murder.”
Whoa. Definitely not what he’d been expecting. With dread, Armie figured he knew now where this was going. “Everyone’s heard. You were also cleared.”
“Yes, but to much of the world it didn’t matter.” He looked at his hands. “Everyone thought I’d just gotten away with it. That I’d somehow bought my freedom.”
With conviction, Cannon said, “Everyone was wrong.”
That made Jude smile. “Yes, they were wrong. But you just reinforced my point.” He looked at Armie again. “When all of Hollywood and most of the world continued to accuse me, the SBC stood behind me. They were my family, my friends, there to support me. They knew me and believed in me.”
Armie sat back in his seat.
“They’d be there for you, too.”
Well, hell. Somehow, Jude Jamison had uncovered his deepest, darkest secrets. “You know, don’t you?”
Jamison nodded. “Simon and Havoc told me you were tough to nail down, and that although you’d signed on, you still seemed to be resisting. Throughout my career I’ve worked with a lot of hard cases, guys teetering on a life of crime, trying to clean up their lives.”
“That’s not Armie.”
Again, always, Cannon was quick to defend him. He turned to Cannon now. “I’m guessing he already knows part of it or we wouldn’t be here.”
Jude shrugged. “I got curious. After what Simon and Havoc told me, that you had all the right tools to be a champion but no real desire to make it happen...well, it didn’t sound plausible.”
Armie scoffed. “Believe me, I’ll do what I can to win the fight.” He didn’t know how to fight any other way. “If you’re worried about that—”
“I’m not. The thing is, I want you to want it, too.”
Enthusiasm? Was that what Jude needed to see?
“I watched a few of your fights,” Jude admitted. “I haven’t seen many with your raw talent. So I checked into your background. It was easy enough to find out why you’re hanging back.”
“I’m not.” Jesus. He’d signed on. What more did the SBC want?
“You’re not full-go,” Jude insisted. “Not yet. But we’ll get you there.”
Talking about it always made Armie edgy with suppressed rage. The urge to walk off clawed at him. But damn it, he’d walked away so many times, from so many opportunities.
“The SBC has resources.” Jude gave him a level look. “And I have resources.”
Oh,