with a different opponent. If you keep winning you keep fighting, ultimately ending up in the final round, which is where it gets complicated.” He pauses and leans forward, bracing his arms on the table in front of him. “Word has it that the last one is a private fight, held by whoever is running this thing. Some guy they refer to as Boss . It’s held at an entirely different location and not just anyone gets in. The difference between this fight and all the others is that only one opponent walks away.”
“What do you mean?”
A moment of silence fills the room before he responds. “You fight to the death.”
Jesus.
He stares back at me, giving me time to absorb everything he just said.
“So what does this have to do with me?”
Special Agent Davis speaks now. “We just recently lost an agent who was working undercover. He was found out, though we don’t know how yet.” His expression tightens. “But we intend to find out. The problem is we need to get to that final round and we need someone who’s good enough to get there. Whoever is running this operation doesn’t show up until the final fight, and that’s the bastard we want.”
I realize now where they’re going with this. “And what? You think I can be that guy?”
“Yes, we do, for a few reasons. You’ve been in your fair share of fights here, Mr. Knight, so we are very well aware of what you’re capable of.”
“Oh, and just what do you think that is?”
“Well, you did quite the number on Ted Rassiter. He was hospitalized for an entire month.”
My stomach recoils at the mention of that piece of shit. “The motherfucker got what he deserved. He knew better than to fuck with me.”
He nods. “I’m aware of that, I read the guard’s statement as to what happened.”
I don’t want to talk about it, so I change the subject. “What’s the other reason? Because there are a lot of people I’m sure you can find with my fighting abilities or even better.”
The agent sits back in his chair and crosses his arms. “What does the name Lewis Cobb mean to you?”
I falter. “He was my cellmate a while back.”
“Would you say that you guys got along?”
I shrug. “I guess. Better than I get along with most people.” Mainly because I don’t care to interact and make friends with anyone. Lewis, unfortunately, didn’t make that easy. The bastard never shut up or left me alone, but he ended up becoming a friend. Someone I could trust on the inside. “Are you saying Lewis is a part of this?”
“Yes. From what we have gathered he’s high up in ranks and works specifically for whoever is running this thing.”
Shit, that asshole said he was going to clean his act up when he got out. I stare back at the agents in front of me. “So what do I get out of all this?”
“Well if you’re willing to help us, you can get out of here as early as tomorrow, and we would call it time served.”
I now realize this is why the DA is here. I look over at Cooper who has been quiet the entire time. “How do you fit in with all of this?”
“This is going down in Charleston, which is my jurisdiction. I’ll be helping the FBI with whatever they need.”
For some reason I get the feeling it’s more than that, but I leave it for the time being.
“So what do you think, Mr. Knight? Do we have a deal?” Special Agent Brooks asks.
I blow out a deep breath, still having a hard time wrapping my head around all of this. But no way in hell will I give up the opportunity of getting out of here. Even if I don’t make it out of there alive it will be better than this hellhole.
“Yeah, we have a deal.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Anna
“A re you kidding me? You can’t wear that?” Charity shrieks as she walks out of the bathroom, pointing at my conservative, soft yellow cardigan.
I glance down at my outfit. “Why not?”
“Because we’re going to a fight, not out for a cup of tea for crying out loud.” She shakes her head. “Can you stop being
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