Tank's winning wasn’t enough, considering he’d just found out that one of his daughters had cancer and needed to get an operation soon. Although Tank was a werewolf, his wife was human and so were three of his children. Tank had to make some quick cash, and Uriel knew the best way to get even half of that money was to enter the fight club and win as many fights as possible. He’d already won two matches, and he probably would have won a third if Uriel weren’t his opponent.
Despite wanting to fill his good-deed quota, Uriel couldn't let Tank win.
“When I win, you’ll come and work for me,” Uriel said.
Tank looked at Uriel suspiciously then asked. “Work for you doing what?”
“Being a bodyguard,” Uriel answered.
“A bodyguard! Do I look like an idiot? Who in their right mind wants to take a bullet or a hit for a damn stranger?”
“With the amount of money we pay, you’d be surprised. Our company’s waiting list is a mile long.”
“How much are we talking about?” Tank asked after a few seconds.
Uriel smirked. “Name your price.”
Tank threw out a number, and honestly, Uriel thought it was too low but didn’t argue.
“You got it,” he answered.
“I don’t believe you,” Tank said the second Uriel spoke. “I’m not lucky enough for something like this to happen out of the blue.”
“Don’t doubt yourself, my dude. You’re an excellent boxer.”
“Go pander that ego shit somewhere else,” Tank growled.
Uriel shrugged his shoulders. “Believe what you want.”
“So what happens if you lose?” Tank asked.
“I won’t lose,” Uriel smirked.
“How is that a fucking deal in my favor?” Tank growled.
“When you lose, you still walk away with a steady job and the money you need for your kid’s operation. If you work hard enough, one day you will get your family back, but then again, that’s all up to you.”
“Wait! How the hell do you know about my kid?” Tank snapped. “Did you do an investigation on me?”
Uriel sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes. “Of course I did. It’s one of the services we provide to our clients. Granted, you’re not a customer but a personal interest for me.”
“Fuck you and your interest,” Tank growled. “I’m not a damn experiment.”
“Damnation, why the hell are you being so stubborn? Can’t you see that I’m offering you some help? This is where you’re supposed to be grateful, say thank you, and take it.”
Tank went to speak but stopped when they heard a cellphone ringing, even with the loud cheering and jeering of the crowd. “One second.” Uriel pulled out his phone, not bothering to look at the caller ID since he knew who was calling him from the ringtone. Uriel froze everyone in the underground pit and answered the phone. Uriel had the ability to stop objects and people’s movement, but not time itself.
“Syn, what’s up?”
“By the sound of your voice, I can tell you’re up to something. Just please tell me you’re being fucked and not at that damn fight club,” he growled.
“You have your pleasures and I have mine. Oh, which reminds me, I have someone for you.”
He could hear Synder Vale’s heavy sigh. “I thought we agreed on no more strays for a while, Uri.”
“I didn’t agree with that. You told me not to bring home any more strays, and I pretended I didn’t hear you.”
“For an angel older than dirt you act like a bloody child. You know that, right?’
