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“It won’t.” There was no way she was coming out here with Jen again. Jen owed her for this one.

“Would you just give me your phone?”

Reluctantly, she handed over her shitty, out-of-date iPhone. He typed in his information and then handed it back.

“I can give you a ride if you ever need one. I own the car shop, so I work when I want.”

She nodded and tucked the phone back into her pocket. “Thanks. So why do you guys come to my bar to drink if you have a bar right here?”

“Most of us are at the compound too often. It’s nice to get out and take a short ride sometimes.” He shot her a half-smile. “Besides, maybe we just like to bother the towns people every once in awhile.”

He started the engine and drove back towards town.

Chapter Ten

Kit

“Where are you going this late at night anyway?” she asked him from the passenger seat.

“Work.”

She raised an eyebrow and scrunched up her nose. “Work where?”

He didn’t answer. He had a couple of fights tonight that he needed to get to. He usually gave himself more of a break between matches, but Tony had called him and said that a lot of people were taking an interest in him. There was a lot of money on the table. If he could get enough, he could help Megan get back on her feet. Maybe send some to his piece-of-shit dad so that he could buy candy or whatever shit they buy in prison.

“Okay…”

“I can’t tell you,” he said. It wasn’t only the fact that the fighting ring was illegal, but also, he didn’t trust Cam yet. Especially not with that kind of information. She had a stick up her ass, and he got the feeling she’d turn her nose up at the thought of someone using their fists for money. Which didn’t make sense considering her hands were just as dirty since she was involved with a drug lord.

“Okay, whatever, it was just a question.”

They drove the rest of the way in silence until they got to her bar, where her blue truck sat out front.

“Thanks for the ride,” she said.

He waited until she got in the truck and drove away before turning around and going to the fighting ring.

Gravel crunched under his tires as he pulled up to the driveway. Tony’s family owed acres of land where the fights took place. Kit had been going to the same spot for years. The cops knew about it, but they chose to turn their heads. Whenever the ambulance was called because someone took too hard of a hit, there was never any follow up. If he had to guess, Tony gave the cops a nice cut of each fight so he could keep the thing going.

Kit got out of the truck and walked on to the grassy area. People stood around, holding beers and watching the fight. Inside a spray-painted, red circle were two shirtless men throwing punches. A set of bleachers and some lawn chairs surrounded the property. He spotted Tony sitting on the bleachers, a red baseball hat on his head.

“You got some fights for me?” he asked, taking a seat beside Tony. Tony bounced his leg, and his hands were tucked into his pants pocket as if he was cold, even though it was eighty degrees outside.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re up against Carl and Jax,” Tony said.

“Fuck.” He’d take down Carl with no problem, but Jax was a big motherfucker. Kit reached into his pocket and handed a roll of dollar bills to Tony. He always betted on himself, no matter what.

Gasps sounded from the crowd, and he turned to see that one of the guys had fallen to the ground. Tony stood up and waved his hands.

“Jeremy wins!”

The man named Jeremy flexed his muscles and let out a roar even as blood dripped from a cut on his forehead.

Tony slapped Kit on the back. “You’re next.”

*****

“Kit?” Megan’s voice echoed through the garage and into the waiting area where he was flipping through paperwork that didn’t make any sense to him.

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