Now it was all a waiting game for Diego and I. After a phone call, we had to wait for someone to call us back to make an appointment. Then we would have to sort out flights and a hotel in Vancouver. We were hopeful, we knew there was a chance that our plan would fall through, it happens to everyone. But we would keep trying, but also get on with our loves, we couldn't put our life on hold because we couldn't find a place for ourselves.

Today was Diego's fight night. Diego had been training every day, for a few hours in the gym. I stayed at the academy so I didn't provide a distraction for him. Diego tended to get distracted easily.

The last time we were at his gym together, he was collecting his belongings to stay with me at the academy, as well as sleeping with each other for the first time in years, then having the after awkward moment.

But this time my head was totally clear. I wanted Diego in my life, no doubt about it.

Standing in my bedroom, where Diego had dragged his bed beside my single, I opened my wardrobe. "So, what kind of clothes are required to wear at these events?" I asked him. Wondering if it was casual, formal, or skimpy.

Diego came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, using his hand to move my hair out of the way, exposing the side of my neck. The feeling of soft kisses on my neck caused me to automatically tilt my head to the side.

"It depends" he mumbled against my skin.

"Depends on what?" I asked him.

"If you are being the ring girl, then you just need to wear a bikini" he smirked.

"And you should already know the answer to that. I'm not flaunting my body, and I'm sure as hell know you wouldn't want men undressing me with their eyes, with what ever is left on my body" I pointed at him.

"Hmm, good point, save that for the bedroom" he chuckled "Wear something comfortable" Which could mean anything. Biting my lip, I grabbed a crop top.

"How about this?" I asked. Wasn't too exposing, but revealed a little skin at the hip line, and would reveal my stomach if I raised my arms. It was a cute piece of clothing, the main colour was pink, with a checkerd white and black pattern, and the sleeves and bottom of the top was styled in a wave design.

"Put some jeggings on a leather jacket and you will look right at home" Diego instructed me. Nodding I grabbed the rest of the clothing, before removing my original clothes, applying a fresh layer of deodrant and spraying myself with some body spray. Diego sprawled himself onto the beds, laying like he wanted to be painted like a French girl.

"Enjoying the view, are we?" I asked him, putting my top over my bra.

"Very much so…damn that top" he smirked biting his lip. "I can't wait to remove that off your body tonight, along with the rest of it"

I raised my eyebrow as I looked at him through my mirror. "And who says you are gonna do that? You gotta win remember? Only winners get rewarded" I smirked sliding on the tight pair of jeggings. A pair without a hole in it, cos damn jeggings are expensive.

"So, you're saying if I don't win, I don't get rewarded for my hard work?" he asked me.

"Nope" I teased him. "I keep meaning to ask and forgetting to ask, who are you fighting?" I asked him. His face suddenly changed from a smug face to a panicked one.

"Just some guy" he shrugged getting off the bed. "Just someone who wants to fight and win just as much as me. I am gonna sort out my drinks, do you want anything to bring?" he asked "Though there will be a little food and drink stand"

"Nope, I'm good" I told him. Diego came up to me and kissed me softly, then he stroked my cheeks with his thumbs with a look on his face that looked like, 'I'm gonna be okay'. As he left the room, I couldn't help but frown. Diego was hiding something about the fight. And I had a feeling I would find out when we get there.

Leaving the bedroom, I headed downstairs into the kitchen, seeing Diego prepare the several bottles of water, I opened the fridge and grabbed my own fizzy drink from the fridge. "You ready to go?" I asked him.

"Yeah, nearly done" he said fixing his bottles and shoving them into a gym bag, along with other essentials. God knows what he was hiding in there.

"We are taking my car" I told him.

"Why?" Diego frowned.

"In case you aren't fit to drive later, and I can't drive your old thing" I mentioned, heading out the bag of the kitchen and into the alley way, pressing the button on the car fob, and getting in the front driver's seat. Once Diego was in, I started the engine and drove off towards the gym.

As soon as we turned the corner to the gym, the street was packed, people queuing to enter the gym and watch the fight.

"Jesus" Diego mumbled to himself. Glancing at him, he looked even more panicked.

"Isn't this a good thing? Means more money, more fans" I added pulling up around the alleyway.

"Yeah…it is" he said quickly getting out of my car. Diego was definitely hiding something. Getting out myself and grabbing my bag, I locked the door and headed to the back door. Diego swung the door open and headed to his former living quarters. "I just gotta go find Al" he told me "Make yourself comfortable" he winked leaving me alone. Watching Diego disappear, I decided to head off to find out who Diego was fighting, since he wasn't willing to actually tell me.

The boxing ring was set up, two medics were sitting in the corner of the room, and fans waiting outside the door. I then noticed a large banner hanging, but I could only see the back of it. Walking forward, I turned around to see the large sign.

'THE KRAKEN VS THE CRUSHER'.

The Crusher? Frowning, I grabbed my phone and looked it up, my eyes widening at the results. "Fuck" I said a little too loudly. I then turned to the medics. "Are you off duty or something?" Which I knew they weren't.

"Nope, we need to be on the scene, especially for this fight" One of the men stated.

"Especially for this fight?" I asked confused, slightly.

"Yeah…the Crusher is called the Crusher for a reason…he tends to crush his opponent's bones" The other female explained.

Fuck!

"Right, of course" I nodded. I knew it. That's what Google said, but I had to have it confirmed by them.

Leaving the area, I headed to Diego's former living quarters, sitting on the bed waiting for him to return back. I had to stop myself at researching more on the Crusher, but I couldn't stop myself. Grabbing her phone, she continued to research away. The Crusher, real name, Rafal Iwaniuk, Polish.

And my god, he was twice or even three times the size of Diego. I couldn't stop myself from clicking on a YouTube video, seeing the Crusher, beating someone, before their leg snapped in half. Turning off the video quickly, I put my phone away, before seeing Diego enter.

"Hey" he smiled softly, heading down the stairs.

"So, Rafal seems like a nice guy" I commented. Diego frowned in confusion. "The guy you are fighting, the Crusher, also known as his real name, Rafal" I told him "Polish and known for breaking his opponent's bones, when not breaking, crushing…were you planning to tell me Diego? That tonight he could crush possibly every type of bone in your body?" I asked crossing my arms.

His face said it all. "I knew if I said something, you wouldn't allow me to fight"

"Damn right I wouldn't Diego. I've recovered from being shot, now you are planning to have your bones crushed? What happens when he hurts you, and we get a phone call about that place in Vancouver? We could lose the offer" I told him.

"It's why I am doing this fight, especially this fight, I didn't find out last minute, that I promise"

"When did you find out?" I asked.

"Before I found you searching for that house"

"Is that why you agreed to moving? To soften me up?" I asked frowning.

"No! Look 99% of the people have put their beats on Rafal to beat me, so that's a lot of paper…if he loses, I get that money, that money can help us buy that house"

"Diego, I saved up remember?"

"Yeah, you saved up baby. Not me. This is my way of…contributing"

"Along with broken bones?" I added sighing rubbing my face. "Seeing you out in the ring, getting beaten, him trying to break every bone in your body…you think I can stand by that?" I asked him. "You're asking a big thing of me, Diego" I sighed, looking at the ground.

Diego sighed before sitting beside me. "I know…this is one fight, and when I win, I get the money, which I can contribute towards our future, I've put you through a lot, it wouldn't be fair for you to put all your life savings in for us"

Idiot. He had a point.

"I just wish there was another way, and I know no matter how much I try to sway you, you are set on it…I hate you" I mumbled. Diego chuckled as he pulled me into his body.

"I know baby…but I can do this…you think I can do this right?" He asked me. Truthfully, I had no idea.

"I…don't know Diego…honestly I don't know" I sighed at him.

"Truthfully, neither do I. But it's a chance I have to take on. We have to take big steps to get what we want. And I'm doing this for us" he told me. Kissing my head, I looked up at him.

"If he hurts you, I won't hesitate in hurting him back" I mumbled.

"Oh, I know, at least no one can put it on you, I can see the tabloids now. The Crusher gets hurt by nothing" He chuckled, and I couldn't help but laugh with him.

"Oh god, that is such a bad title. Don't go into journalism" I teased him.

"I'll stick to what I know best" he informed me.

"And what's that?" I asked him raising my eyebrow, I truly wanted to know what he thought he knew best.

"Throwing blades and making my girl feel good" he winked, leaning down and kissing me softly. But the soft kiss become more passionate. Diego pulled me onto his lap, making me wrap my arms around his neck. "Mhmm, fancy giving me a good luck charm?" he asked against my lips.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked him.

"Mhmm, ride me" he mumbled. I couldn't help but smile.

"And exhaust yourself before the big fight…I have a better good luck charm" I whispered, getting off his lap and onto my knees.

"Okay, yeah I like this idea as well" he chuckled.