CHAPTER 26
CARTER
FIVE DAYS LATER
The last five days felt like an eternity of hell. If I had known that my Sunday with Emma was the last day of my true freedom, I would’ve found a way to stop time. But instead, the world I’d been thrust into was foreign to me; it was almost like I was in a different realm.
Grabbing my hand wraps, I started wrapping my wrists and hands. I had fought every day this week. My body was sore, and I was almost sure I had a broken rib. What surprised me more than anything was the venue. I thought I’d be fighting in a dilapidated c***k house or something similar, but it was the complete opposite. Instead, I was fighting in the hidden basement of a fancy downtown L.A. hotel. There was a secret way in and out. I was told the Corsino family in New York made a fort
