Irvin's POV
The atmosphere outside crackled with raw tension. Emergency sirens echoed from somewhere far off.
Crowds continued their frantic exodus, voices blending into a single wave of terror-driven noise.
I barely noticed any of it.
My hand wrapped tightly around Davina's wrist as I guided her through the rear exit, my crew and the security officer moving quickly alongside us.
I couldn't care less what anyone might think about me gripping a Hughes like this.
I didn't give a damn about the stares Ryker or Jamar shot in my direction.
Not at this moment...
Let them gossip.
Let them question why the hell I was pulling someone I'm meant to despise from a fight club like she actually mattered to me.
She was unharmed, and that was all that counted.
I couldn't just bolt, though. This place wasn't merely somewhere I competed—I was also one of the owners. I had to ensure everything was managed before getting out of here.
