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This fight. This moment. The next few minutes are going to determine whether the upcoming month of my life is hell. And I might not know shit about what I’m doing most of the time, but I know something about right now: I can’t lose this fight.
Standing across the ring, ready to pounce, is Ian, leader of the Scars, our second most dreaded competitors after Haze and his fighters. Behind Ian, miserably failing to assert dominance and intimidate us, are his guys. All bearing the same creepy-ass mark beneath their eyes.
Four grand.
It’s all I can see when I look at him.
Four fucking grand to beat his ass.
I glance at Kendrick, Blake, and Alex over my shoulder.
“You’ve got this,” Alex hypes.
This was supposed to be Kendrick’s fight. Been scheduled for a while now. But in two days, he’ll be fighting Haze, and we can’t risk him getting pummeled—cough, again, cough—before such an important fight.
Today, money is at stake.
In two days, it’ll be his cousin’s life.
We won’t let Haze have Winter. Not if we can help it. She’s a good person. She doesn’t deserve this. Blake intended on taking this fight, so I came up with a shitty excuse about needing to blow off some steam. Truth is, I desperately need the money. I haven’t snagged any high-paying fight this month, and I’m starting to run out of options.
Man, what I wouldn’t do for a good night’s sleep. Haven’t had one since the night I snuck into Kass’s room and witnessed the most awkward mom sex talk of all time. I still can’t believe how easily I fell asleep with her. How defenseless my demons were against the blonde, blue-eyed angel by my side.
Kass…
I wince at her name.
A hopeful, torturous voice in the back of my mind suggests maybe she’s answered my previous text since I last checked my phone.
You fucking wish, dipshit.
Will, eyes on the prize!
Ian proceeds into the ring, glowering at me. He’s a good fighter. He doesn’t lead the Scars for nothing, but he’s not desperate. Not like I am. The rules are called to the crowd, the deafening buzzing marking the beginning of a fight slicing through the air.
“Fucking destroy him, Will!” is the last thing I hear before launching myself at my adversary.
Kassidy
Willy Wonka: Hey. Can we talk?
4 days ago
Willy Wonka: Kass?
4 days ago
Willy Wonka: I know you’re getting these. You always have your phone on you.
3 days ago
Willy Wonka: Kass please.
3 days ago
Willy Wonka: I don’t want it to be weird between us.
3 days ago
