Let him think Ryder is the only one in charge, we like to keep it that way. It was Kenzo who brought this man to our attention, after all. His face, similar to Ryder’s, is locked in a death stare with the man, waiting for something interesting to happen. Kenzo is leaning against the wall opposite me, his dice rolling between his fingers like always. I know there are a few blisters forming under his shirt from where Ryder let me have some fun. And those are only the wounds you can see. Rob’s eye is ballooned shut, his lip split and cheek already bruising. They were good times, even if I did break some bones.īlinking, I look back at the man in the chair opposite Ryder. I’d know, I’ve fought him a couple of times. There’s a reason they call him Mad Dog in the ring-you don’t even see the big bastard coming.

Munching on the guy’s crisps, I watch in glee as Garrett delivers another brutal blow before stepping back. His scarred, tatted up knuckles bleed from the punches he delivered to our unhappy host. I, on the other hand, am covered in Rob’s blood, so is Garrett for that matter. I told him once I could scar his face for him, it might make others take him more seriously. Though the cold calculation in his gaze lets you know he’s not just a pretty face. Fucker always dresses like he’s ready to walk a runway. “You understand what that means, don’t you, Rob?” Ryder murmurs as he straightens his suit, not that it was even wrinkled in the first place.

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