Page 39 of Sacrifice
“I feel like I should do something,” he says seriously. “I mean, I don’t know Julia all that well because she never really hung out with us too much, but Gage was my family. And you, I’d go to war with you, man. We’re blood. A small percentage, maybe, but blood anyway. I just don’t know what to say or do.”
“So what’s going on in Will’s world today?” I ask, changing the topic. I doubt it’ll take my mind off of Ever, but if anything can, it’ll be Will’s escapades.
His eyes widen at the opportunity to say something stupid. “I banged this chick last night. Tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. Ever. Fact as fuck.”
“That’s saying something.” I laugh.
“No shit.”
“You seeing her again?”
He shrugs like he’s never thought about it. I roll my eyes and flip on the television.
“This isn’t really my world, more your world, but your fight video has exploded over the weekend. I wanted to call you this afternoon, but I knew you were busy.”
“Pull it up.”
He grins and reaches in his pocket. In a minute, his phone is in front of my face with YouTube open. I make out the interior of Shenanigan’s. The video starts playing. I’m jerking the first guy through the air. The camera is on me and then hits the guy just as he lands in the middle of the table.
I’ve seen myself in a number of videos before, but it’s always been wrestling bouts that I’ve had to watch to see where I lacked or where I fucked up. I’ve never seen myself in a street fight. Now I know why people don’t fuck with me after they see this.
The camera gets closer as my elbow strikes the second guy across his mouth. You can hear muffled voices whispering back and forth as his teeth go bouncing down the bar.
“Did you see that?” Will asks, pointing at the screen.
“It was even better firsthand.”
“That thing is everywhere. Literally on every MMA forum, social media, the whole thing, man. I know you’re dealing with serious shit right now, but you’re kinda fucking famous again. Google yourself.”
“It’ll just bring up Minnesota shit,” I say, starting to hand his phone back to him. I do not need a reminder of what used to be, what could’ve been. I’m acutely aware.
“Nah, it won’t.” He takes the phone away from me and pulls something up. He hands it back. A ton of search results come back, but instead of the University of Minnesota after the top results, it says, “Crew Gentry: This Guy Beat Hunter Davidson.”
“You’re a legend,” Will says. “But that hip toss shit was a little sloppy.”
“What the fuck do you know about anything?” I laugh.
“Dude. I watch Ronda Rousey videos.”
“Oh, I bet you do.”
“I do. It’s my way of multitasking. Porn and fighting in one.”
“Shut the fuck up.” I laugh. “She’d kick your ass.”
“It’d be a real hard fight when I’d throw myself to the mat and say, ‘Mount me, baby.’”
I laugh, handing him his phone back.
Will shrugs. “So, what are we gonna do tonight? Want to head to Shenanigan’s?”
“I’m gonna grab a shower and then probably just try to go to bed. It’s been a long day.”
He stands and stretches his arms over his head. “All right. I’m outta here then.” He walks to the door and pulls it open. “If you need me, call me. Otherwise, I’ll probably be with this redhead I met a while ago.”
“Do I know her?”
“Nope. But she’s totally my type,” he grins.
