Hi guys! Perfect Addiction has been out in the world for several weeks now, and I'm so excited to share with you two pieces of exclusive bonus content from the book! Sadly, this bonus epilogue didn't make it into the physical copy, but at least you get to enjoy it here on Wattpad!

NOTE: This chapter takes place after the events of Perfect Addiction [published version]

[Kayden's POV]

Three Weeks Later

There. She. Goes.

The crowd bursts with a thunderous roar when Sienna emerges, looking mystifying in her dark red robe and matching-colored MMA gloves. My color.

And now, it's hers too.

She beats her fists together, her dark eyes rife with purpose as she leaps onto the cage effortlessly. She's nervous – I can tell – but doesn't show it to anyone else. Especially her opponent. I know she won't. She's my tough, fiery Lucky. Outside of the cage, she's reckless and insane and I love her for it but inside, she's razor-sharp focused, strategic, and bleeding uncompromising ambition.

Her mental walls are up matching her physical ones as she eases into her stance with her guard up. Her mouth tightens into a straight, vicious line when she faces her opponent, who is all tense and serious staring back at her. The woman she's fighting against, Ramona, is similar in weight and height; she's fought for another promotion before so she's clearly no stranger to the scene. A daunting opponent to be facing for tryouts today.

But Sienna's strong. She can do this. And if she doesn't win, I know she'll bounce back next time even stronger. She hates backing down for a fight when she sees one. It's what gets me absolutely fucking feral for her.

Ever since Brent and Evans' wedding, we've been going strong. I decided not to move back into the apartment, thinking it'll probably be better not to rush into another living situation where it would feel things are moving way faster than it's supposed to. Sienna and I agree to take it slow this time around. Take it day by day. We both really want to make this work, while at the same time giving each other a respectable amount of distance so we can pursue a healthy relationship. After what we've been through together, we'd be crazy to fuck it up a second time, and I'll be damned if I let it happen. Not on my fucking watch.

But I've got nothing to worry about because Sienna and I have been getting good at establishing boundaries; I've been staying back at my parents' house on most days, catching up on my college deadlines and training. After having to juggle both work and school for a few weeks now, I'm exhausted. I seriously don't know how Sienna does it. The hours are long and tough, and keeping on top of both requires a lot of planning ahead, which I'm not that good at yet. But I'm trying to find a balance.

When I'm able to, I sleep over at the apartment with Sienna during the weekends. I can't stay away from her too long, and I love waking up to her nestled in my arms in the morning. It's where she belongs. And in the morning, I cook her a nice warm breakfast - just the way she likes it - so we can start the day together with our morning jogs, followed by brunch at our favourite coffee spot, Caffeinated.

I try to make Sienna feel comfortable with the baby steps we're taking so it doesn't seem like I'm rushing her. It's not a good idea for me to permanently move in, given that this is all still so new. We fell in love so quickly before - and it crashed just as fast as it burned. So, I want to do it right this time. And I think Sienna agrees too.

The bell rings, signaling the start of the fight. Both Sienna and Remona spend a few seconds sizing each other up, looking for an opening. Ramona is the first to pounce, testing Sienna as she throws a straight jab-cross-hook combo at her, which Sienna blocks easily.

I'm standing by the foot of the cage, at the front. It's a fierce fight from the get-go, and I'm immediately hooked as I watch my girl circle Ramona effortlessly like this isn't her first rodeo, even though it is. Thank god she didn't take my advice to fight in the underground all those months ago. She's better suited in this cage. A real one.

A cage where she can show the whole world just what she's capable of.

Just as Sienna throws a punch of her own, I feel a demanding presence come up beside me. I don't have to even look at him to know who he is. I've fought him enough times in that cage to remember his massive silhouette.

It puzzles me why he's here at a women's tryouts. I hope it's not to win her back. Otherwise, there's going to be two fights happening in this gym tonight. Though from the way he's looking at Sienna, it soon becomes clear he's here for the same reason I am.

He looks at her not with longing and affection but rather admiration. For how insanely skilled and talented she is in that cage. And fuck me, she is. Despite Ramona's expertise from past tournaments, Sienna is dancing around her like this is a damn dress rehearsal for her.

That's my Lucky.

Cocky as hell, but always gets the job done.

"I heard you were moving back to Boston," I say dryly, keeping my eyes focused on the cage. On my beautiful, blizzard of a girl ripping through her opponent like a piece of wet paper, so easily and effortlessly as she continues to rain blow after blow on Ramona, crumbling what had been a decent defense.

"I'm only here temporarily." Jax shoulders hunch over in a shrug. "Here to make things right."

"With her?" I nod towards my girlfriend, who's too busy pounding into her opponent with her fists to notice that her ex-boyfriend is here watching the fight alongside her current boyfriend.

"Among others," he mentions cryptically. He tenses his jaw, tilting his head sideways as he admits, "I've hurt a lot of people here."

"You don't say."

Every gasp and clap from the audience eggs Sienna on, confidence ringing all across her body as she lands a brutal roundhouse kick straight to Ramona's face. The crowd collectively wince at the pain the move must have inflicted on Ramona. I almost feel bad for her.

"She's an animal," Jax comments, a faint smile crossing his face.

"I think she gets that from you."

Ramona crashes to the ground but not before grabbing an ankle to trip Sienna. She falls to the ground along with her opponent and my heart compresses with the sickening feeling that she's hurt. But in an expert turnaround Sienna rolls with the impact, managing to wrestle Ramona into a particularly painful looking arm-bar.

"That I'm sure she gets from you," Jax notes at her quick responsiveness, jerking his head at Sienna, all the while looking at me.

"Nah, that's all her," I say, pride wending its way through my chest. She reminds me of myself a little in the way that she fights, but I'm not going to be the kind of man that takes credit for my girl's achievements.

"Look, I'm sorry about what happened during the finals last season," Jax starts off, remorse clouding his dark eyes. "It wasn't a fair match. And it wasn't fair to you."

"That's fine." I say, waving him off with a lazy hand. "I've moved on from it. And so should you. But... " I lift up a finger at the comment that pops into my head. "Just saying, if it were a fair match, I would have beat your fucking ass."

Jax laughs hoarsely. "Funny, I was going to say that the outcome still would've been the same as before," he says, radiating easy confidence as he turns to face me again. "How about a rematch then? So, we'll be able to settle it once and for all."

I fight the urge to roll my eyes. Of course Jax will want a rematch. His ego just can't handle it if he doesn't truly know who's the best around here.

"Yeah I'm not about the underground anymore," I tell him. "I quit."

"So did I," he says nonchalantly, and I'm taken aback by this unexpected news.

Jax quitting the underground? Breaking Point must be furious to lose one of their prized fighters. They weren't exactly cool with me leaving either which is why I haven't been back there, preferring instead to train at UFG. But that's fine because I'm really starting to love it at my new gym. With Julian – whom I've strangely gotten along with – training me, and Sienna working hard to get in good shape for the tryouts, the place has quickly grown to be a second home for me.

"Make it a friendly match?" Jax suggests. "Gloves on. In a real cage. In front of a small live audience. And have Julian be the referee."

"You just can't stay away from the fight, can you?" I say, a half-smile rugging at the corner of my mouth.

"Neither can you if you're considering."

I pause. How the hell does he know that?

"Who says I am?" I mutter quietly.

"Come on, Killer," Jax goads like he can read into my mind. "Admit it. Your mind wanders too."

I snap my mouth shut, knowing that he's right. It's not like I still harbor an ulterior motive when it comes to fighting him anymore, but I am genuinely curious about who really is the better fighter. At least this time, it's truly going to be a battle of skill and might.

Deadbeat vs. Killer: The Rematch.

It'll be the most anticipated event of the year.

Both fighters crash into a serious of kicks and jabs, with Ramona struggling to get the upper hand. Sienna forces an opening through a flurry of cross-jab punches, and with a deft flick, smashes into Ramona's jaw with an open palmed uppercut. Ramona goes down, hard, only for Sienna to move straight into a classic leg lock, pinning her opponent. It's only a matter of time before a tap out.

"I just don't want Sienna to get hurt," I say, my heart thundering at the thought of her lifeless form on that cold concrete floor. It's not something I want to live through again. "She's been through enough."

"I don't want to hurt her either," Jax says with a tightness in his voice, as if remembering the same moment. "She's your Lucky, I get that. But she's my princess too. I'd never deliberately do that."

"You better fucking not," is all I have to say to him before Ramona taps her hand on the ground to signal her defeat.

"Aaaaand the winner is Sienna 'Lucky' Lane! Moving onto the semi-finals!" The announce blares cheerfully.

Sienna beams with pride as her hand is lifted up, basking in the glow of her victory as the crowd cheers for her. That's my cue, the thought slams into me and instantly propels me forward. I climb onto the cage and pull her into a big hug because I'm the proudest fucking person ever for her and she deserves to know that. She deserves everything in the whole damn world and I'm gonna do everything I can to give it to her.

She laughs as I lift her up in my arms and spin her around, unable to contain my excitement for her. When she finally begs me to put her down on her feet, I curl a finger under her chin, tilting her head so I can kiss her.

And I do. Kiss the fuck out of her. I kiss her for every hardship we had to endure. I kiss her for milestone we achieve together. I kiss her because there's nothing in the fucking world that we won't be able to endure now that we've gone through so much with each other. And as I pull her into another tight hug again, enveloping her the way souls who were made for each other envelope one another, I realize that this, us, is all that I ever need.

As I search for any anger that has been simmering in the surface – any anger towards Jax– I realize that it's no longer there. None of it. Not even an ounce. I don't need it anymore. There's no purpose for it. I've let it go a long time ago, just like Sienna did.

My gaze plants itself on Jax at the foot of the cage.

Perhaps one day, all of us can be in the same room where we can talk to each other like we're friends.

And until then, perhaps a friendly match is exactly what we all need to get that journey started.

And as Jax nods at me in the sea of crowd, the question clearly evident as it etches into his face. You in?

I don't hesitate.

I nod back.

I'm in.

TO BE CONTINUED IN PERFECT REDEMPTION