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“Well, well, well If it isn’t Michael St John,” Knox, the head of security for the Lennox Hotel and Casino, greeted rinned “You ready for tonight, princess?”

I squinted at hirunted, “Fuck you When have I ever been unprepared for a fight?”

Knox s hi to get under my skin We’d known each other for years, ever since we started coone into security, only fighting for an outlet, whereas I’d gone pro and made a naht salary, sponsorships, and fight night bonuses, I was the highest paid MMA fighter in the UFC this year I could have retired as a o, had even decided that if I retired, it would be in Vegas, and bought a big ass house on a horse ranch nearby But I enjoyed the sport, and nothing else interested ood reason not to

Knox was frequently at ot, but in the end, it was all just friendly bullshit If either one of us ever needed soht there to help I knew I could count on Knox to bring the shovel and find a place where no one would ever find the body

Tonight was the finals, the ht in the cha, and this year would be no different I was looking forward to going up against my next opponent I knew Sa to ht

“There so you need, Dawson?” I asked as I wrapped up one hand

“I wanted to give you a heads-up There’s been a change on the roster for tonight”

My head snapped up, and I stopped what I was doing to stare at Knox “Where’s Sam?”

Knox folded his arms over his chest as his brow furrowed “In the hospital with a broken leg, three cracked ribs, and seven broken fingers” His expression turned dark and suspicious “A couple ofthe shit kicked out of hied to do soe before the fuckers ran off like pussies”