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protest. “Sorry, dude. Chill the fuck
out.”
    “I’m not trying to go back from
where I came,” I sneer. I back away, tired of breathing his
greasy scent.
    “Two-thousand bucks,” he says.
“Just to whet your whistle. I’m willing to take a loss on tonight. Give you my
share. Try it once. This could be very profitable for you. We fight once a
week, sometimes twice. You’d get a grand per fight until you work your way up
to the regional division. Our top guys get up to ten grand per fight, fighting
once a month.”
    I pause. I’ve never lost a fight,
at least not in the yard. And the only reason that drunk driver lived was
because I allowed it. I easily could’ve killed the bastard.
    “How long until I work my way to
the top?” I ask.
    His lips curl into a victorious
grin. “Not long. A few months if you’re really good. A
year if you’re just alright.”
    “Two grand if I fight tonight?”
Two grand could get me an apartment in this town tomorrow. I’d be out of my
dad’s hair so fast it’d make his head spin.
    “I’m sorry. I should’ve
clarified. Two grand if you win.” He rubs his hand along his jaw. “Losers walk
away with nothing.”
    “I never lose.”
    “Okay then,” Kyle widens his
stance. “Meet me outside the Hammerhead bar around eleven. I’ll take you to the
basement.”
    I’m not usually the kind of man
who lets a weasel like Kyle talk me into changing my mind, but in this case,
I’m not exactly in a position to turn down copious amounts of easy money.
    “If you make so much money doing
this, how come you still work here?” I ask before I leave.
    Kyle shrugs a shoulder and juts
out his bottom lip. “Cause I make good money here too.”
    “Ten bucks an hour is not good
money.”
    “Nah, I make double that,” he
snickers like the cocky son of a bitch that he is. “It pays to be the boss’
son.”
    Smug bastard.
    I turn to leave, salivating at
the amount of money that should be pouring into my immediate future. I’ll have
enough to get a decent car, get a place of my own, and buy more time until I
look for a real job.
    Shit, maybe I’ll be able to go
back to school. I’m sure I could at least pay for an associate’s degree since
my father so nobly cut me off.
    I leave Rasmussen Auto with a
tiny sliver of hope for the future. For the first time in a long time, it feels
like things might actually work out for once.

CHAPTER FIVE
– JORDANA

 
    The glaring red numbers of my
alarm clock tell me I’ve been lying in bed for three hours now.
    I’m not even remotely tired, and
I didn’t drink an ounce of caffeine all day. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day,
especially if I have to fend off advances from Thad all day.
    Hopefully we won’t cross paths.
I’ll just stick close to Kent and hope I avoid Thad.
    I smile into the pillow, thinking
of how shameless and forthright Thad was. He wants me. He really wants me. I’ll
admit it feels good. My ego certainly isn’t complaining. What girl wouldn’t
want a handsome man telling her she’s beautiful and dying to take her out on a
date?
    I resolve to allow myself to
enjoy it, but I refuse to let myself act on it.
    Footsteps shuffle outside my
door, startling me into an upright position. My bedroom is on the opposite end
of the hall from my mother and Lewis, and they’re definitely sound asleep by
now.
    “Shit. Titan.” He’s only been
here a little over a day, but I keep forgetting he’s back. He was missing at
dinner tonight. Lewis said he was out all day job-searching and never came
home, though the way he said it, between slivered bites of filet mignon and
sips of red wine, gave me the impression he didn’t care if Titan ever came
back.
    I climb out of bed and rush to my
door, flinging it open to see my future stepbrother standing in the hall
bathroom across from me washing his hands with the door wide open. My eyes
adjust against the dark hall and the bright light of the bathroom until they
focus on the cuts and