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Bishop, “How often do you fight?”
    Bishop had started to strip down in front of her, and she didn’t think he was going to answer her. He seemed to be distracted, and she definitely was once he was out of his clothes.
    Before he pulled on his jockstrap, cup and shorts, he seemed to pause, as if knowing she was watching, and she got an eyeful of a large, jutting cock, cut abs and a broadly muscled chest.
    Finally, he pulled the shorts up, didn’t bother with a shirt or shoes. He did, however, quickly tape his hands and put in a mouth guard for a quick moment, like he was testing the fit. They didn’t have regular dentistry, so anything to protect their teeth, they did. Even Defiance had begun to institute those rules after a few of the guys had lost their teeth and had to go hours away to find a dentist.
    And he still hadn’t answered her. Instead, he motioned for her to follow him, which she did. The floor under her feet felt as if it was shaking, and she heard the applause. The clapping was in sync, a slow, hypnotic beat that summoned Bishop closer to the main arena.
    When they pushed out, the crowd began to cheer. Again, Bishop didn’t seem to even register it. He headed right to the edge of the ring and pointed to a spot for her to stand. Several bodyguards closed in behind her, ensuring none of the crowd could get close to her.
    She surveyed the sheer amount of people crammed inside of this place and realized no, she definitely wasn’t in Defiance any longer. The man in the ring who Bishop was set to fight was giant, and Bishop was no slouch in that department himself.
    She tore her gaze from the crowd, because Bishop was now standing directly in front of her.
    “The bigger they are,” he told her, like he was reading her mind. “You don’t have to watch. I can have the guys take you back to the locker room to wait.”
    “No. I’m waiting here for you,” she said firmly.
    He nodded, like he approved. Gave her the smallest hint of a smile, his eyes a glint of slate against the gray backdrop of the room before turning toward the ref and his opponent.
    The ref was speaking to the men, maybe telling them the rules—she couldn’t hear—and suddenly, Keller was standing next to her. And that’s when she realized that not only was Bishop fighting that giant man, but it was also two against one, as another man stepped into the ring to face off against Bishop as well.
    She turned to Keller. “Two against one? Are you punishing him for my arrival?”
    Keller kept his gaze on the men in the ring. “You did break the rules. I made it clear that Bishop wasn’t supposed to have any visitors from Defiance here.”
    “Don’t blame him for my indiscretion.”
    “Obviously, I’ll do whatever I’d like on my compound.”
    “Why should it be any different than Defiance?” she muttered and to her surprise, Keller laughed.
    “Ah, Luna, it’s so much different here than Defiance. You just haven’t opened your eyes enough to believe it.” Keller pointed to the ring. “Bishop enjoys this.”
    She wanted to argue, but she couldn’t. Not on that fact. “You can enjoy something that’s not good for you.”
    “He’s happy you’re here, Luna. This will be good for him.”
    Whether this meant her being here at the compound or at the fight, she didn’t know, and she didn’t have time to worry because the fighting began in earnest.
    The energy was very much the same as it was during Defiance fights, but amped up a thousand times more. There was open betting happening right in front of her. There were women, barely dressed, hanging over the ropes. There were bouncers and bodyguards, and she was happy that she was up on the platform, because the crowd looked crushing. Even with a bit of space between them, she was suffocating, but she swallowed her fear to focus on Bishop. This fight was her fault—everything that happened to him in Keller’s space would be her fault.
    He’d taken on Mathias’s cross and now