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ONE
PRESENT DAY
TRAVIS
Dr. Devil’s Private Practice: A Gentlemen’s Club
Las Vegas, Nevada
Did I really ‘lose’ that fight? Or am I living in a never-ending nightmare?
I knew the answer to those questions, and I could still taste blood on my lips when I hit the mat in defeat, but I was still steeped in denial.
My walkout was perfect.
The pre-match workouts were intense as always.
My opponent? Not evenhalfas good as I was.
When the bright lights shone on me, I didn’t wither at all. I was ready to hold my belt high at 28-0, but for some odd reason, I woke up in a hospital bed at 27-1.
Well,supposedly.
Over the past several months, I’d camped alone in the mountains of Tennessee, sulked on the sandy white beaches of Florida, and silently sailed the coastal waters near Seattle.
And yet, I never managed to stay away from home for too long; this city of sinners always lured me to return.
Shaking my head, I nursed my bourbon and wondered what the hell the stripper in front of me was doing.
Fully clothed and with the rhythm of a broken robot, she danced to the Hokey Pokey. Again.
I’ve truly lost in life if this is the best entertainment I can get.
Just months ago, I was hailed as The Undisputed King of Las Vegas, Mister Pay-Per-View, and ‘the man who owned Sin City.’
No,literally.
A group of super-fans painted “The Home of Travis Carter” onto the iconic “Welcome to Las Vegas” sign, and the city voted to keep it.
I was on top of the world, flying high as hell, convinced that my reign of success would never end.
Until it did…
The last time I felt this broken and confused was when a certain someone—who I refused to name—obliterated my heart to pieces. When she left me for no good reason.
Then again, that was far worse than this.
“Um, Mr. Carter?” The stripper cleared her throat, interrupting my thoughts. “Mr. Carter?”
“Yes?”
“It’s rude to have your cell phone in a private room.” She pointed to it. “You need to turn that off while I perform.”
“I don’t think you know what the word ‘perform’ means.”
“You requested the shy librarian experience, right?”
“No.” I shook my head. “I would never ask for that.”
