My father popped into my head, and I flinched at his image. I’d need to start training soon. I knew I had this, but I needed my head in the game.
I reached for my phone and sent a text.
Trigger: Call me.
It rang three seconds later.
“Been awhile,” I whispered as I rose off the bed and moved out to the hallway.
“Am I to assume you contacted me because you’re heading back into the ring?”
I waited for the door to click shut behind me before I answered him.
“Yeah.”
Langley paused, and I knew what was rolling through his mind.
“Spare me the whole ‘you go to the dark side in the ring,’ Lang.” I pushed my anger aside. “I need your help.”
“I’ve taught you everything you need to know. Not sure why you’d call on me now.”
I rubbed my head and thought about getting a drink, but my liver nee
