So I could get revenge on the man who’d sold my team out.
I shoved all of that away. Right now, all I had to focus on was the fight. On beating the shit out of Kamensky and ensuring Lili got away from this shithole.
There was a knock at the door. “It’s time, Black.”
I tilted my neck side to side, then headed for the door.
I walked down the corridor, my focus fully on the fight. I could hear the boom of the announcer’s voice.
“Give it up for Anton ‘Rampage’ Kamensky!”
There were cheers and stomping feet.
I stood in the shadows and caught a glimpse of the packed stands. It was wild tonight.
Most of the warehouse was wreathed in shadows, but the lights were aimed on the ring.
I watched Kamensky climb through the ropes. The asshole was huge. Several inches taller than me, with a massive, hairy chest, and a shaved head. He looked like the thug he was. His biceps bulged as he posed for the crowd, roaring at them. He wore red shorts and jumped around the ring like an idiot.
Ignoring him, I let my gaze scan around. I spotted Brock Armstrong. Lili’s father was in Kamensky’s corner, his rugged face grim. I saw him glance to the left.
That’s when I saw her.
Lili was standing on a platform near the ring, the announcer standing beside her.
Her face was a mask of terror.
She was wearing a slip of a black dress that bared so much of her creamy skin. Her red-brown hair was up on top of her head, with a few tendrils falling around her pretty face. Her face was stark white, and she kept tugging on the hem of the dress. I knew they’d made her wear it. I’d never seen her in anything like that before.
I’d watched her a lot. She probably didn’t realize how much. I was good at hiding in the shadows. After the man I’d been had been killed with his team in a bloody field in Mexico, I’d reinvented myself.
As Darkwolf.
A hitman.
I’d changed my name and turned into an assassin for hire. I’d learned how to kill. How to hide. How to get information.
All so I could eventually find out who’d betrayed my team. Who’d set us up for an ambush on a night-drenched field in Mexico.
Soon, I’d get my revenge.
It had taken me some time to work through the tangle of companies that had hired Delta Team, but a few months ago, I’d found the man.
My gaze swung up above the unruly, amped-up crowd, to the glass of the VIP boxes above.
Where I knew Chadwick Goodyear was sitting.
I ground my teeth together.
It washim.
He’d issued the order to kill my team.
Oh, he hadn’t pulled the trigger himself, but after a lot of time and digging, I learned he’d considered us expendable. Now, I was slowly putting my plan for revenge into place.
Killing him would be too quick.
I wanted him afraid.
