People like Spade don’t do anything without purpose. Neither do the Rivers twins, and Jade is worse than both of her brothers. Just last week she blew a bitch’s head off for sleeping with her boyfriend… mid ride.She’s insane.
“Just worry about Saturday night,” Ryker states, taking me out of my thoughts, and I nod.
“Who am I fighting?” I ask, and another look passes between them, but this one feels different.
Ryder's mouth slowly curves into something almost entertaining.
They set this up. So this has to be good.
“Funny story actually,” he states, and I narrow my eyes.
“What?” I growl, and Ryker leans forward against the desk.
“Harley confirmed the lineup an hour ago.”
Harley Cyprus.
One of my only real boys since getting out. Loyal. Smart. Gave me a job to get me on my feet.
“Who?” I repeat slowly as a bad feeling crawls up my spine. “Am I fighting?”
“Brayden Augustine,” Ryker grins, and everything inside me goes still. Then violently comes alive. My pulse pounds so hard I can hear it.
Brayden. That smug, rich motherfucker.The one the judge handpicked for my Firefly. The one taking my place beside her. The one touching what belongs to me.
A slow smile stretches across my face before I can stop it.
Not a happy smile, but the kind that used to make guards nervous in Whitestone. “Well,” I murmur, staring down at mybruised knuckles, “would you look at that,” I say, flexing while thoughts of Ophelia consume me all over again.
Her laugh.
Her tears.
The way she used to look at me like I hung the damn moon.
The image shifts into her standing beside Brayden Augustine.
Smiling. Pretending. Living while I rotted.
Hatred coils through me instantly.
“Knew you’d enjoy that.” Ryder laughs.
Enjoy? No. This feels bigger than enjoyment.
This feels like fate finally throwing me something after years of choking on shit.
God. I can practically taste it already.
“Does he know who I am?” I ask, but Ryker shakes his head.
“Nah. Harley says Augustine thinks he’s fighting some underground hotshot named Ghost.”
Good. I want the surprise.
I want him looking into my eyes right before I break him.
I stand slowly from the chair, adrenaline burning hot beneath my skin now. “What time is it on Saturday?”
