Free Untamed: Bad Boy Fighter Romance (Fighting for Gisele #2) by Emily Jane Trent

was bulletproof and would live forever, because that’s just not how it was. It was important to be in top form going into a fight, not smashed, injured, or looking like he was on death’s door.
    Micah trusted his coach, and gave training everything he had. The day started with running and sprinting, then jumping rope on a solid wood platform. As promised, squats and deadlifts came next. That was followed by mitt work to improve his punching skills, and sparring with a partner.
    Bag work was Micah’s favorite. He punched as fast as he could, ignoring the power that would come later, as his speed developed. It was a good technique, plus it had the added advantage of allowing him to pretend the bag was an opponent, or in this case a Russian mobster. The punching was an unbeatable stress reliever and outlet for aggression.
    Micah practiced his footwork in the ring. The coach watched attentively then broke down what he was doing wrong and told him how to fix it. Although agile on his feet and used to dancing around an opponent, Micah needed every advantage. It wasn’t enough to punch hard; his movement in the ring was crucial.
    The workout finished up with sparring three rounds. Sweating and breathing hard, Micah climbed through the ropes, and once at floor level, shifted from foot to foot to cool down.
    “Same time tomorrow,” Harlan said, starting to walk away. “And watch your diet,” he called over his shoulder.
    In the locker room, Micah shed his gear, then unwrapped his hands. The post-training massage was welcome, and he closed his eyes to relax. Limbering the muscles sped recovery, enabling him to recover in time for a similarly challenging workout tomorrow.
    A hot shower washed off the sweat and made Micah feel halfway human again. He toweled off and got dressed, then checked his phone. He had to smile; it was a text from his sister Daniela. She shared a couple of pictures of models sporting her makeup creations. Micah was proud of her.
    His baby sister had been doing makeup since she could first hold a brush, and had even attempted to make Micah sit still for it. That had been when they were still in preschool. Even then he was too macho to let his sister practice on him, and they still laughed about the childhood incident.
    Daniela’s text continued: Gianni has met someone. Her name is Leah. You need to visit so you can meet her .
    Micah replied: Cool pictures. Great work. Will see about visiting.
    Then he slipped his phone back in his pocket. Daniela was always so enthusiastic about the prospect of Micah visiting, undaunted by his lack of follow-through. He enjoyed hearing from her, although he didn’t tell her much about what he was doing.
    It was best not to mention his participation in underground fighting, as she’d only worry. Same for his mother, so he only spoke about his amateur boxing matches. Those were happening less frequently, so Micah was sure he was a bit of a mystery to the family.
    Micah did miss his family, and in other circumstances he would have seen them more often. It just wasn’t that easy to get away, with the fight circuit and all.
    Plus, it had been so long since Micah had been home. He knew his mother Sophia would be glad to see him, and his father, too. But he was a bit of a fish out of water. If he wasn’t killing himself in the gym, or attempting to do the same in the ring, he was lost.
    It had been that way growing up as well. Micah had been prone to getting into tussles, friendly sometimes, and other times not so much. His parents were fairly tolerant, but they lived in a nice neighborhood, so it became increasingly difficult to explain Micah .
    He was where he belonged, chasing after the next fight, with Luke betting that his luck and skill would carry him to the next win. Micah didn’t think beyond that, as there had been no reason to. He was in the prime of his life, and winning. It was the life he’d chosen.
    Fortunately, his brother Jacob had good business acumen and