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I fucking love fight nights

The warehouse is packed as we h little knots of people all jah, and the exciteh that it feels palpable, everyone ready for another thrilling night of fights

It’s the perfect place to house a bareknuckle boxing ring The warehouse is nondescript and out of the way enough that only the die-hard fans and participants find their way out in the ht to see the matches

Scarlett’s at rew up together, living in rough neighborhoods andin our lives has ever come easy, but we’ve always had each other And we’ve coher, with a bond that’s unbreakable

When someone knocks into her as we pass, she shoves hi about it Her sweet face is deceptive as hell, but whatever the guy sees in her eyes makes him hold up his hands and back off

She shoots

“I’ll find us a spot to watch froo on back,” Scarlett says once we’ve pushed through the worst of the crowd

She knows the routine well since she’s usually with ht If she were anyone else, Iher alone with the kind of people who come to watch the brutal spectacle these events usually are, but Scarlett can rin and slip off to the back to find my dad

Ever since my mom died when I was seven years old, it’s just been me and Dad He’s all the faht, I find him in the locker room beforehand to wish him luck

He’s stretching when I walk in, and I grin, waiting for hi up, then turns to s at the corners

“There she is,” he says warood luck charm”

He’s calledme to pick lotto nuaives me the same sense of pride at twenty as it did when I was a little kid