"Is Stephania giving you grief at home again?"

Donnie hesitated. "Well... to be honest, the women in your family and Andre's, you really can't compare them to us ordinary folks. Only you two could marry- and survive-women like that."

Chad frowned. "Are you saying Andre and I just have terrible taste?"

Donnie ducked the question. "No, your taste is perfect. It's just... your preferences are a little out there."

Pick a wife, and they'd chosen the kind of rare beauties you only see in movies- total prom queens, the type every guy dreams of. So, yeah, their judgment was solid.

But their personalities? That was a whole other story. Call them fiery, and they'd turn sweet the next second. Call them cute, and they'd stir up trouble just for fun. Call them gentle, and suddenly they're posting bail. Call them brave, and next thing you know they're bawling over the phone, "Babe, come get me out!" or "Chad, I need help!"

Chad realized Donnie wasn't wrong. "Go on. I need a minute to myself."

Donnie looked at him, seemed like he wanted to say more, but just nodded. "Alright, I'm outta here, boss."

Chad leaned back in his chair, turning it all over in his mind. "I've been with Molly for over a decade, never thought she was all that much trouble..."

The Silent Ring.

with excitement.

the ring herself,

folded, eyes on the fighters in the ring. She was quiet,

tricky-Mia had to face

beside her, was on the edge of her seat. It had

couldn't compare-here, every punch landed with a

whispered, nudging her. Still, not as good

Mia's arm,

nodded. "If I get matched with

"Why?"

at him. He'd

exactly what Andre wanted the camera

lounged back, flipping through the fighter's file. "Nickname: The Elephant. Real

piped up, "He's fast

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