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Being infatuated with my childhood best friend was a beautiful curse.
Our lives were an uphill struggle against every odd, but as long as we had each other...we had everything. Then it was all gone.
Now I've built my life to perfection yet still yearning for that boy I used to know. Then one night, through a chance encounter, I see him.
Riot James.
He's an MMA fighter with a beastly body, roped and corded with muscle and gleaming with sweat. His nose, reminiscent of a Roman gladiator, was bent a little like it's been broken. A few times.
It rattles me the way his intensely dark gaze lingers with mine.
He's familiar, determined, damaged, and there's no escaping him.
But with Riot, nothing is what it seems, and in the span of a single heartbeat, my perfect life is turned inside out.
Again.
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“Why don’t you come upstairs and let me take a look at that?” She walked to the door, using her key to unlock it, and then held it open for me.
“What happened to you?” she asked once we were in her apartment. Her small, delicate hands worked to open the first aid kit she’d grabbed from the closet beside the front door.
I sniffed, realizing how fucking unfamiliar it was that someone asked about me, let alone that someone was actually taking care of me. “I’m a mixed martial artist. I was at the gym.”
“You’re a fighter?” She sounded a little shocked. It wouldn’t be the first time. When I told people I did MMA, it was always one of two reactions: either they backed away quietly with a fearful look in their eyes, like I might pounce on them and take out their jugular like a wild animal, or they just straight up asked if I was crazy. And with the vibe I generally gave off, they were probably right to be afraid.
“I’m a fighter,” I confirmed finally, realizing everything about her was so soft and innocent, pure and gentle and tender and the very opposite of everything about me.
She cocked her head to one side, waves of hair falling over one shoulder like an angel. “Does it hurt?”
I nodded, eyes lighting on hers again. “It always hurts.”
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Mauro Gussoni
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Jordana Silva
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Johanna da Veiga
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