Page 59 of Ignite

“Bit extreme?” Rowan asks.

Reggie’s eyes burn cold. “We wanna scare them, right?” He loads the ammo like he’s brushing his teeth.

“See? Psycho,” Rowan whispers to me, and I roll my eyes.

“Let’s go.”

I lead us in. Reggie fires up into the ceiling.

Silence. Fear. My favorite combination.

“Everyone out. Now!” I bark.

Two guys sparring on the mats bolt past.

I spot Ben in the ring with some big blond dude. I head for the ropes.

“You,” I point to the blond.

“I don’t want trouble. I can pay you soon.” He holds up gloved hands.

“I don’t want your fucking money. I need half an hour with this dickhead.” I jab my finger at Ben.

Big guy sighs with relief. Ben looks like he might puke.

“You’re not with Faz?” Blondie asks.

I chuckle.

Faz runs the underground fights. We’re good, but I keep my distance now.

“Not directly. But if you breathe a word of this, I can be.”

He nods, backing toward the ropes.

“I’ve got amnesia, don’t worry.”

“Good.”

At the door, he hesitates. “Uh... can you clean up any mess?”

“Fuck off,” Reggie shoves him out and locks the door.

“You,” I say, eyes on Ben. “Think you’re tough for laying hands on a woman?”

“She’s a liar.”

I slam my gun into his jaw. He stumbles.

“Wrong answer.”

I grab him by the scruff and shove him back.

“Fight someone who hits back. See how you like it.”

He wipes his blood and grins. “It’s too late.”

“What is?”

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