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at me. “You’ll pay me?”
    “I’ll pay you if you help me out. If you don’t, we’ll hunt you down and kill you.”
    “How much?”
    Ace snorts, “Fucktard.”
    I smother a grin and Danny glares at him.
    “I’ll give you half a mill,” I mutter, as though it’s no more than petty cash.
    Danny stares at me for long moments. “Fine, if you swear you’ll let me go and give me the money , I’ll get you in but I can only get you in once.”
    “Once is all I need.” I say simply.
    “If you try anything on her,” Angel growls. “I swear to god, I’ll hunt you down and believe me, you’ll wish to god I never got hold of you.”
    “I get it.” Danny snarls.
    “Good, I hope you do. If you value your life, you won’t lay a fucking hand on her.”
    I look over at Angel. “His fight is tonight.”
    “Yes, it is. Are you ready?”
    I nod. “I have to be.”
    ~*~*~*~
    WILLOW
    “Stop darting around,” Danny snarls. “You look like a fucking junkie.”
    “Everyone is looking at me!” I hiss.
    “Because you’re a woman, not many women come in.”
    Danny pulls my hand and drags me to the entrance. I’m decked out in disguise again and I can see a lot of men lingering around the doors to the fighting club. When we reach the bouncer, Danny greets him by name.
    “Who’s the lady?”
    “She’s with me man.”
    “You know we don’t like ladies in the club.”
    “She’s cool, trust me.”
    “Fine, but you can answer to Mick.”
    “Fuck Mick.”
    Danny pulls me through the door and we step into a large room. In the middle of the room is a massive fighting ring and surrounding it is a whole lot of men cheering and pumping up for the fight. I swallow. Seeing Jagger fight…I don’t know how that’ll go for me. I see Mick standing on a large crate at the front of the room. He spots Danny and me, and his eyes narrow.
    “Mick’s coming, ” I say quickly.
    Danny turns his head and watches as Mick shoves through the crowd. When he stops in front of us, he hisses, “What the fuck Daniel?”
    “She’s with me.”
    Mick narrows his eyes . “You made a bet for the fight?”
    “Yes, I did.” I say in my accent. “You didn’t think I would stay away and let you rip me off, did you?”
    Mick growls, “I thought…”
    That I was dead, yes, I know.
    “Thought what?”
    “Never mind. If you get hurt, it’s not my problem.”
    I shrug and Mick gives me one last scathing look before going back to his crate. Danny pulls me towards the fighting ring and his hand remains wrapped firmly around my wrist as Mick announces the fight.
    “Welcome back everyone. Tonight we have a good fight happenin’. We have Tiger from out west, he’s new here and has a fair lot of bets going for him. Of course, you all know the other fighter, my main man Jagger. Let’s hear it for Tiger and Jagger!”
    My heart stops as the t wo men walk out of a small hallway. The man fighting Jagger is tall, black and muscly. He’s huge. I don’t care though, my eyes won’t move from Jagger. He’s wearing a loose pair of cotton shorts and nothing else. He has bandages wrapped around his hands and his body is almost pulsing with anticipation.
    His body is big, much bigger than before. It’s almost too big. I stare at his face for long moments and take him in. He has a fading black eye, a fresh scar runs down his temple and there’s another on his cheek. His messy black hair is all over the place and he looks like a wild animal. He’s hopping from foot to foot, just waiting to be let loose. I feel my eyes well up, and I clamp them shut. Stay strong.
    “Suck it up,” Danny hisses. “Don’t draw attention to yourself.”
    “Fuck off Danny.”
    He snorts. Asshole.
    I watch as the two men step into the ring and bump fists. Then Mick stands between them and counts it down. Before I know it, fists are flying. I let out a little yelp, but it’s drowned out by the deafening screams and cheers of the people around me. I watch Tiger drive