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black jeans and a black sweatshirt that I didn’t care about. My brown hair was slicked back in a bun, and I slid my sunglasses up on top my head.
    I began walking down the road when a black sedan came driving up, slowly coming to a halt next to me. The passenger window rolled down, and the driver ducked his head so I could see him. The man had dark hair and was wearing a flashy gold Rolex and a suit. Must be his first time here too.
    “Is this the place for the—”
    “Think so. First time here,” I interrupted and kept walking.
    I heard the car drive on behind me, and then the wheels hit the gravel as he parked. I sped up my stride to avoid having to chitchat with anyone who would actually enjoy being a spectator at an event like this.
    I made it to the driveway and was shocked to see how large a turnout such an event brought. There had to have been at least three or four people to every car I’d seen. There was a large, newly constructed barn. It was painted brown with the decorative beams a nice shade of green. The lawn looked freshly mowed and sported a few large, white canopies where people congregated, holding their drinks tightly. This was in complete contrast to all the deserted homes I’d passed on the way here. There was life for starters.
    I saw several buckets with beverages placed all over the yard, along with an assortment of finger foods. The surroundings here had such a different vibe than the bar I visited the night before. At the moment, it almost felt like I’d arrived at a nice fall wedding.
    I made my way to the closest tent, which seemed to be filled mostly with men and grabbed a bottle of water from a bucket. I found a seat at one of the tables and began looking through the sheets of paperwork that were displayed. There was a cup full of pens in the center of the table, next to a beautiful floral arrangement.
    “There you are,” Brenda’s voice rang out. I half turned in my chair to see Brenda trotting up behind me. She was dressed in a black halter this time and a pair of khakis. She was wearing a black cap and looked completely in her element.
    I nodded. “Hey.”
    “I wasn’t sure if you’d really make it out.”
    “Yup. Well, here I am,” I said, standing up, grabbing my water.
    “I’ll give you the grand tour. We’ve got an hour before the first showdown.”
    “Great,” I replied, my voice accidentally catching in the back of my throat.
    She caught my gaze and narrowed her ice-blue eyes on me.
    “There’s no need to be nervous. We’ve got enough armed guards around to take out any fighters who get out of control. It’s never happened though. Not with our trainers.”
    I shook my head, trying to grasp what she implied, and followed her out of the tent across the lawn. As we walked by a large tent, I saw a chain-link ring in the center of it with a few bleachers scattered around the tent. It didn’t look like there was much seating at all.
    “It turns into standing room only,” she said, as if reading my mind.
    “I heard it gets a bit messy even for the crowd.”
    “That it does,” she confirmed, stopping in front of a steel building.
    “What’s this?” I asked, looking at the secured metal garage door.
    “This is where we keep the fighters before the events.” Her eyes gleamed with an intensity I’d seen before, but it generally never led to good things. “I want you to meet one of our trainers.”
    “Inside?” I arched a brow, pursing my lips together as I scanned the building noting the lack of exits.
    “You’ll be fine.” She entered a pin onto the keypad, unlocking the door.
    The clanking of the metal door retracting forced me to shove my fears deep inside. I stared at the ground and twisted slightly at the waist to get the Beretta to stop pinching my skin.
    “Right this way,” she said, flipping on both the lights and a large industrial fan that began whirring. I heard her lock the door behind me and an uneasy feeling spread throughout my