Page 151 of Collect the Pieces

Elbows on the table and hands clasped together, he leans on the table like we’re about to discuss a bank heist.

This should be good.

“I have a source who says when Griff’s done with that shitshow reality nonsense he’s going to be offered a pro fight in Vegas.”

“No shit.” Murphy whistles and sits back, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You think this is an investment opportunity?” Teller asks.

Boy, he sure got there fast.Always looking for ways to make bank.

“I do.”

“Wait,” I cut in, frowning. “I’ve been helping out at Remy’s place, and he hasn’t mentioned it.”

“He doesn’t know yet. It’s not final. That’s why I didn’t want to discuss it in front of everyone yet,” Wrath explains. “Griff still has to agree to do it.”

“Not a chance he’s saying no to that,” Murphy says, shaking his head.

“Did youwatchthe show?” Dex leans forward, expression twisted with disgust. “From the bits I saw, it’s fucking awful. Doesn’t have much to do with fighting. I tried to warn him…”

Wrath shakes his head as if that part’s unimportant. “The fights theydidshow? He’s by far the best fighter in the whole house.” He points at Murphy, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “Reminds me of you when you were younger. If you’d been more disciplined.”

Murphy bristles. “Well, I didn’t have the luxury of beingdisciplinedwhen I was younger.”

“Easy, Jolly Green. It wasn’t an insult.”

I jerk my thumb at Murphy. “Is that new? Are we calling him Jolly Green now, because I can get on board with that.”

Wrath’s deep laugh shakes the table.

“Is there a point to all of this?” Z asks.

“Yes, there’s a point.” Wrath nods to Teller. “Bishop Babymaker was right.”

Teller groans.

I grin.Glad that stuck.

“It’s an investment opportunity,” Wrath says slowly, like he’s trying to dazzle us. “Griff will be the underdog. The odds will be against him.”

“Because he’s unproven,” Grinder points out.

Wrath’s already shaking his head. “Yeah, in aprofessionalcage, sure. But he’s been fighting for years. Fought for his life at The Castle.”

Teller’s jaw tightens. “They should’ve burned that place to the ground.”

“Nowhe’s been professionally trained, and he’ll have to train nonstop for that fight,” Wrath continues. “Plus, he still needs money. Once the government takes its bite of whatever shitty prize money he wins, he won’t have the nest egg he wants.”

“What does any of this have to do with us?” Rock asks in his usualmove it alongtone.

“I think we should nurture this opportunity,” Wrath says. If he were a cartoon character, there’d be dollar bill signs in his eyes. “Offer our support. Offer our protection at the fight.”

“You want the whole club to swarm into Vegas?” Z asks, raising an eyebrow. “Theclub we don’t namestill runs that territory. We show up in force there, law enforcement will be all over both clubs.”

“No, not the whole club,” Wrath says. “I’m sure Remy and Eraser will be there. We only need a couple more guys who Griff can trust to have his back.”

“Dawson’s really into MMA,” Rooster chimes in. “Watchingthe fights,” he clarifies with an eye roll. “Betting.”

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