CHAPTER 34
CARTER
The time had come. Friday was here.
Emma and I stayed at my house all day, and I used the time to get my body and mind prepped for the fight. We’d barely spoken to each other, my mind preoccupied with all the thoughts running through it. I didn’t know the location of the fight, but I assumed it’d be at another vacant warehouse like the last one—what a s**t place to die in.
“Do you want anything to eat?” Emma asked, her voice soft.
The thought of food didn’t appeal to me. I peered over my shoulder at her, loving how beautiful she was in her pink tank top and jeans with her long dark hair in loose waves down her back. I could see the worry in her eyes as she leaned against the doorframe of our bedroom. It wasn’t just mine anymore; it was ours. “No,” I answered, shovin
