~NICO~
The glass in my hand has been untouched for too long.
Enzo is leaning forward in his chair, elbows on his knees, shouting at the ring like she can hear him from up here. Sienna is standing beside the railing, fingers gripping it, eyes bright, invested in every movement below.
I’m seated behind them, they’re watching the fight.
I’m watching her. Or at least, I should be.
She moves fast—faster than the last time. She ducks a punch that would’ve split her brow and counters with a hit that lands solidly in her opponent’s ribs. The crowd roars. Money changes hands.
Enzo curses happily. “Yes!”
Sienna laughs. “That’s my girl! She’s killing it.”
I nod, my eyes fixed on the ring, but my focus slips almost immediately.
Because all I can think about is last night.
The way she’d looke
