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“Get inside.” I open the car door for her and guide her inside. With a huff, she complies. I hand her the novel.

40

Heath

The crowd cheers and the mixed smell of sweat and alcohol fills the room.

Tonight’s match is big because Lex Kent is fighting me. He’s as deadly looking as his skills. With long hair, tattoos covering his arms, and a huge build, he is intimidating. He’s the same height as me but has a few years over me.

Stepping into the ring, he eyes me with his calculating dark brown eyes. He stands tall and throws some punches around, trying to scare me off.

I heave a breath and get in a stance.

The match starts and he quickly attacks me. He moves like a wild animal, hungry for its prey. His hits are everywhere as he rains them down on me.

I dodge a few hits, but he manages to land some that hurt like hell.

With a glare, I step back and reciprocate his hits.

I throw a combination of a punch, jab, and an uppercut that’s too fast for him to see.

As I predicted, he grows restless and careless, leaving his body in the open for me to attack.

With quick moves, I steal those spaces and land some powerful hits. I swing an uppercut, and he knocks down on the floor holding his head in his hands.

I return from the match covered in a few bruises and an aching body.

Ryan hasn’t reached out to me again regarding Mr. White and his offer, which is like a deal with the devil. That man is dangerous and someone you don’t want to fucking mess with.

When I said ‘no’ I had half expected his goons to chase me but turns out he’s found a replacement. A good fucking thing. I would never work for him.

After a short drive, I get home, biting my cheek due to the bruise on my stomach. Even a little movement causes so much pain.

“Sir, are you okay?”

I close my eyes.Fuck. I can’t go one day without Derek shadowing me.

“I’m fine. Go to sleep, old man.” I throw the words over my shoulder as I climb the stairs.

“I’m not old. And I can see you’re not fine, sir.”

When he calls me ‘sir’ I want to bang my head against the wall.

“Leave me alone, Derek.”

“Can’t do, sir.”

I turn around in annoyance. “I don’t want you to meddle in my business. In fact, I don’t want you anywhere close to me. My parents pay you, not me. So do me a favor and stay the fuck away from me. I don’t need a parent.”

Derek watches me with a cold expression, but I can see in his eyes that I’ve hit a spot. But I’m too enraged right now to give a damn.

“Your lip is bleeding. I can get you something.”

I rub my forehead only to hiss when I scratch a gash.

Fucking great. More pain, exactly what I needed.

I take a cold shower and then treat my injuries.

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