Worth the fight

see Nico.  I couldn’t wait to get to him.  The thought brings my mood down.
    For the next twenty minutes William and I catch up on clients.  We haven’t really spent much time together since the night Nico and I got together and I realize that I really do miss the familiarity.  We slip easily into our roles and our conversation is light and steady, almost as if we pick up exactly where we left off.  My mood lightens, slightly.
    Then something changes in the air.  It’s a feeling that speeds my heart and makes my palms sweaty and I look around to see if it’s just me or if everyone else seems to notice it too.  And then I see him.  He’s twenty feet away and staring daggers at me.  My breath catches when our eyes meet and I see that look in his eyes.  He’s angry and wild and my traitorous body responds to him, even though I’m obviously the last thing he wants to see.
    We stare at each other for a solid minute.  Neither of us attempts to close the distance between us and we don’t say a word.  When Nico’s eyes finally release mine, I watch as they go from me to William and back to me.  Then he turns and walks out of the restaurant, and for a second I think I’ve imagined the whole thing.
    “I take it you two aren’t seeing each other anymore?”  William’s words confirm my vision was reality and not in my head.
    I force myself to retu rn my attention to William and shake my head no.  I can’t even say the words out loud.  Although I’m facing him, I’m too lost in my thoughts for the small smile that appears for a split second on William’s face to register meaning in my brain.
    I’m under a cloud of haze all during dinner.  Luckily William takes the lead and I don’t think our client even notices.  I try to participate in the conversation, but I find my thoughts running away with themselves, and they all lead back to one place.  Nico Hunter. 

Chapter 39
    Nico
    I can actually see that douchebag lawyer’s face on the bag as I pummel i t.  He’s fucking lucky I didn’t drag his pansy ass back here and hang him from the chain instead. 
    “You gonna stop acting like a spoiled brat and go after your girl?”  Preach is lucky he’s old or I’d kick his ass too.
    “She’s not my girl anymore.”  I hit the bag hard with a left and then a quick right.  My knuckle pops out of place, but the pain feels too good to stop.
    “Maybe you’ve grown soft.”  Preach stands behind the bag as he speaks.  Smart move. 
    I stop hitting to respond.  “She doesn’t want to see me anymore.  How does that make me soft?”  My words are angry, bordering on violent, and my fists are at my sides clenched tightly.  But Preach doesn’t flinch.  The old man has balls of steel.
    “The Nico I know is a fighter.  Isn’t she worth the fight?”  Preach hits me with his last verbal jab and walks away.
    ***
    My mind is swimming in thoughts as I shower.  I feel like I might explode.  Seeing her tonight fucked with my head.  For a second, I thought there was a chance.  Why else would Regina have told me to go to the restaurant?  Does she want to see me beat the crap out of William?  And I could have sworn that there was something in Elle’s eyes when she saw me too.  But she stayed put…next to him ….and let me walk out the door again .  Let me.   Fuck, Preach is right, I am being a damn pussy.  I’m done letting her make the decisions.  She’s worth it…worth the fight.
    ***
    It’s almost midnight when I arrive at her door.  If that asshole is inside, I’m afraid what I might do.  But I’m done keeping on the sidelines.  I have a lot of baggage that she doesn’t deserve, but I can carry it for the both of us.  I’m not going down without a fight.  I knock and wait.
    After a few minutes, t he door opens and I’m relieved to see it looks like she’s been sleeping.  She looks at me and for a minute we just stand there, neither of us saying a word.  Then I catch it.  It’s the difference between a good fighter and a great fighter.  Reading your opponents eyes and finding an opening.  And going for it.  So I do.  I go for it.
     

Chapter 40
    Elle
    For a second I think I must be dreaming.  He’s so beautiful standing there, a perfect male specimen.  I just want to fall into his strong arms and let him block everything else out for me for a little while.  It’s selfish to want him and I know it. But suddenly my heartbeat is thundering in my chest