Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Fuckin’ Rika.
“Stay,” I told Crane who stood in the driveway, washing
the other car. “She doesn’t leave.”
He nodded, and I jumped in my car, the dog taking the
passenger seat. I sped off, kicking it into high gear in less than
five seconds.
Goddamn her.
My ex-friends were the only people who could protect
those in Winter’s life I threatened, and that’s why I needed
Rika on my side. Seemed she was tired of waiting for me to
keep my end of the bargain, though, so she was trying to undo
hers.
She gave me Winter. Now she was trying to take her away.
I stepped into the large hall, hanging back in the shadows as
lots of activity happened around the room. I’d missed this
place. Hunter-Bailey was a nice club to relax because it was
geared for men and didn’t allow women.
Other than one.
After some digging, I’d found out Rika had installed two
bouting nights per week at Hunter-Bailey for fencing, and one
of them was tonight. It had always been a hobby of hers, as
well as collecting swords and various kinds of daggers, and
while no other woman was permitted on the premises, Rika
could come and go as she pleased as long as she was covert
about it. The perks of having a star athlete fiancé for the
Meridian City Storm, and a future father-in-law who owned a
large fraction of the city.
Boxers went at it in a ring to the left, some worked out,
and others lounged on chairs with drinks, chatting it up. I
followed the sound of foils clanging together and veered to the
other room off to the right and entered, seeing more chairs