Blaze POV
I lean against the railing, a grin creeping onto my face as I soak in the chaos. They’re throwing punches like it’s a damn street brawl, and honestly, I can’t get enough. Luther’s fists rain down, wild and reckless, each one landing with a satisfying thud. Conan snarls back, equally feral, refusing to back down.
It's been years since I've seen Luther lose himself like this, but today, it's not about family pride or Scarlet; it’s all about Amanda.
Where the hell is that girl, anyway? She didn’t even bother to show up today, and that’s the part that really grinds my gears. I lean against the railing, the crowd’s cheers and jeers a backdrop to this wild spectacle. I’m loving it, but part of me is restless. I was ready to enjoy this fight, and then—
My phone buzzes in my pocket,
