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It’sanother two days before I’m finally able to get any word on where Kill and his girl are, and coming up empty as there’s no way to actually reach the fuckers. I’ve left most of my business to Phil since Eli showed up at my door but so far, I’ve made almost no progress. The best chance I have at finding out a bit more before the fight is, may be Killian, but unless he gets back into the country in the next few days, I am shit out of luck.
Once again, I question the wisdom in helping him when I did, debt or not.
Looks like I’m getting another visit from the Iron Elite, whether I like it or not.
Sighing, I think back to the early Saturday morning and the news everywhere talking about how the Eternity night club had burned down with a few people inside.
Eli said it was something to do with Eternity, but I can’t see why a shitty club burning down would have them looking my way. I suppose there is still a chance they think I did it and are just bringing me in to kill me slowly, but if that were the case, I don’t think I’d have the warning. Or just that the head honcho does want new entertainment and wants to be pampered like the prissy rich fuck he undoubtedly is.
I doubt either is true, though.
There’s a knock on my door and I put down the article I was reading, covering it with another paper before calling out, “Come in.”
Phil steps in, closing the door behind him. He looks huge in the tiny space, even more so than me. Despite the massive stature, though, he’s loyal and one of the very few people I trust.
“What’s going on?” I ask. Phil takes a step forward and puts a folder on my desk before stepping back into place. I open it and quickly flip through the prior week's numbers, raising an eyebrow when I get to the bottom line.
“Really?”
Phil nods. “Business is on the up, boss.”
I frown, despite the five-figure number in front of me.
“Anything stand out?”
Phil steps forward again and flips the page, pointing to a specific spot.
“There was an exceptionally large bet lost two nights ago; name on the booking was Elijah Elite.”
I exhale heavily through my nose and bring a hand up to squeeze the bridge of my nose. “Fucking cocksucker,” I mutter.
“What was that, boss?”
“Nothing.” I sigh.
“Boost of funds will be nice for setting up for the fight, yeah?” Phil questions.
“It’s fine, Phil. Go ahead and lock up, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He steps out with a nod and I turn my attention back to the numbers. The bet makes no sense. Placed late with awful terms, it was almost a sure loss for the better. So, why the fuck did Eli place this bet?
My teeth grind together until my resolve crumbles and I pick up my phone.
“Why, hello, Atlas. Didn’t expect to be hearing from you,” Eli answers smoothly.
“Why the fuck did you purposely place a losing bet?” I ask without preamble. There’s a short pause.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replies. “At least I know my losses go to a friend, right?”
I don’t know what to say to that. The last thing I want is to be indebted to the Iron Elite.
“Anything else?” he asks after a moment. My jaw ticks.
“No.” I click the phone off without waiting for further response.
Fuck that asshole and fuck the Iron Elite.
