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TYLER
“Son, what are you doing?” my father shouted as I stormed past him into my room. He had everything ready on the table for me to tape up my hands, and he even had on his black and green T-shirt with Coach printed on the back.
“I’m going to get Kacey. She’s in trouble.” I grabbed my keys and started for the door, but my father stepped in my way.
“You can’t leave, Tyler. What about the fight . . . your title?”
Breathing hard, I closed my eyes and tried not to picture Kacey screaming for help with Liam’s hands all over her. I could feel the anger boiling in my veins.
“If I don’t get her, I’ll lose more than just the title, dad. She needs me right now.”
I expected my father to argue with me, but I was surprised when he nodded his head and opened the door. “Then I’m coming with y
