Page 75 of Sacrifice
“Does it look like I’m joking?”
Don leans back in his chair and looks at me like I’m off my rocker. “I think I can make that work. But are you absolutely certain you want to do that? Have you given this much thought?”
“Make it happen.”
He leans forward and pushes a file across the desk. “Here are the contracts. You want to take these by an attorney or some sort of counsel before you sign? It’d be the smart thing to do.”
“Give me a pen.”
Don takes the papers and changes the contract amounts to reflect the new agreement. He hands them back with a pen. I quickly sign my name by the red tabs and close the file. My signature is a little wavier than usual, but there’s so much damn adrenaline pumping through me right now that it’s amazing I can even hold a pen.
“Done.”
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” he says.
“Again, not your problem,” I mutter.
He blows out a breath, running a hand through his salt and pepper hair. “Okay. Let’s get Davidson’s camp on the line and get this show on the road.” He presses a few buttons on his phone and the sound of a line ringing echoes around the room.
“Killian.”
“Killian. Don Wetzel.”
“How’d it go with Gentry?”
“I got him right here. We just signed a contract.”
“Hunter! Come here,” Killian shouts.
Don watches me shrewdly, looking for signs of me backing out. Not fucking happening.
“I have Hunter right here,” Killian says.
“Mr. Davidson, I have Mr. Gentry here with me. We’ve just signed a deal. The two of you will be fighting on July 13th.”
Davidson laughs and the sound of his voice sends a chill up my spine. I hate this motherfucker more than I’ve ever hated anyone. Even his laugh is cocky. I recall the things he’s said about me over the years, the excuses he’s made as to why he lost to me, the insinuations that I’d never have made it in the NAFL.
I want to end him. Again.
“Hey, Crew. You ready to get your ass whipped?”
“Good luck with that.” I laugh.
He cackles maniacally. “I’m gonna end you, motherfucker.”
“No,motherfucker.I’m going to beat you.Again.”
“I’ve waited for this day for a long time. You’ll be lucky if I don’t kill you. Fuck, I almost killed you last time and you were in your prime.” He laughs. “Better be ready, fool.”
“You’ve got a hundred-dollar mouth and a five-dollar ass. I’m gonna humiliate you in front of the world just like I did last time.”
“Okay, gentleman,” Don says, winking at me, “that’s enough for now. Just getting us all on the same page. Good luck to you both.”
“We’ll talk soon,” Killian says, and Don ends the call.
Shit just got fuckin’ real.
THIRTY
