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going to tell anybody about that incident in the gym. Not your family, not your friends, not anybody? Do you understand?”
    Too late, she had already told Candace. “And if I told anyone?”
    “Simple, you and your brother will go to jail.”
    “And everyone will know that a woman had knocked you down.”
    “To be honest, I’m still not convinced it was you who’d done that.”
    “Want me to prove it?”
    He was quiet, as if trying to consider her challenge. “Let’s make a deal, shall we?”
    “That’s what I came here for. I want you to set my brother free, and I’ll make a deal with you.”
    “Why didn’t you say so?”
    “Because you’re scaring me.”
    “Oh, you’re scared? You look like a tiger fresh out of the jungle if you ask me.”
    “I had to defend myself.”
    He released his grip on her neck and stepped back, but he left just half a foot distance between them, in case she had any plans of running away again. “This is the deal,” he said.
    She took a deep breath. “Go on.”
    He peered at her face, the tip of his nose touching hers. She could feel his warm breath blowing over her lips. She could even smell his perfume.
    Fuck. The manly fragrance was intoxicating her senses.
    “I want you to shut your pretty mouth about that incident. In return, I won’t press charges against you. How’s that?”
    “How about my brother?”
    “I will speak with your brother. I will offer him the same deal.”
    “As long as you release Josh, I won’t say a word about it.”
    “You’d better, or I swear to God, you’ll be sorry.”
    She swallowed. The tone of his voice was enough to stir fear inside her. “I promise.”
    “Good.” He moved away and crossed his arms. “Now, you may go.”
    For a moment, she cautiously stared at him. This could be another deception. She couldn’t just turn her back from him knowing he had a gun with him.
    Keeping her eyes on him, she moved towards the door.
    “And tell your boyfriend I’ll beat the shit out of him when I see him,” he said.
    “My boyfriend is dead. Your brother killed him,” she spat and ran out of the door.
    *****
     
    Blaze was left frozen to his feet.
    What did she just say? His brother killed her boyfriend?
    Was she referring to Travis? And her boyfriend was…
    He ran out of the door to follow her, but she had already entered the elevator.
    No way. She must be humoring him.
    He went back to his office, and suddenly, a familiar face flashed before his eyes.
    That woman he saw crying in the hospital before Bryan was pronounced dead. It was her.
    “Fuck!” he cussed. He opened the drawer and searched for the photograph that Bryan had given him a couple of months ago.
    He found it stuck inside his organizer. A photo of Bryan and his girlfriend.
    He took a closer look at it. The woman in the photo was a lot prettier than that tiger who stole a score on his balls, but the similarity was obvious.
    He flipped the photograph to read the caption on the back.
    Me and my Megan.
    “Fuck!” he growled. How the hell did he miss that?
    He reached for the phone and told the guard to hold Megan from exiting the building, but too late. She was already gone.
    Shit. His friend was not even buried yet, and he’d scared the hell out of his girlfriend.
     

 
     
    Chapter 4
     
    Blaze sighed impatiently as he drove his car like a snail through the crowd of people gathered before the gate of the cemetery. Today was Bryan Miller’s burial, and these people were probably Bryan’s fans, hoping to get the opportunity to say goodbye to the man they adored. Unfortunately, they were not permitted to enter the premises to give the grieving relatives some privacy.
    Most of them were young men, obviously MMA fans. They all wore black shirts with Bryan’s photo on the front. About a quarter of the crowd were women, holding placards where the words “RIP Bryan” and “We will miss you” were written.
    He spotted someone standing among the crowd and being pushed