CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
RENCY’S POV
“You did what?” Joanna questioned in a softened voice as she stared at me through the dressing mirror.
“I broke up with Mason,” I asserted, straining the barely present creases on the turquoise dinner dress. Dinner with my parents was never something I looked forward to. It didn’t help that I had spent more than half the night yesterday thinking about Mason. Never in a lifetime would I have pegged him as an underground fighter. To some other woman, being associated with a renowned underground fighter was magical but not for me. If he can easily bash another man without blinking and make a literal blood mess out of him, then what would he do to me if we got into even the slightest bit of disagreement? Call me naïve but a fighter, no matter how hot he was,
