ALEC’S POV
I leaned back against the turnbuckle, bouncing on my heels to keep my legs warm while Roman wrapped my hands.
My eyes were locked on the random guy pacing in the opposite corner. He was just local fighter they brought in to fill the card and I just knew it was going to be an easy fight for me. He was sweating already, trying to look tough. I was waiting for the bell so I could break his jaw and get the hell out of here.
Then the bass shook the floorboards, signaling the start of the next round.
I casually looked over the ropes, expecting to see the usual girls walking by.
But it was not what I expected. My chest tightened as I saw that familiar face, climbing the wooden steps to the platform.
Jenna was holding the heavy wooden card with the number '2' on it, her fingers gr
