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I vaguely reme was probably his punishment

“Hawkins, get your ass over here,” Ollie called “My warriors against Danny’s delinquents” Ollie laughed and held er at us

Great So I was being used as a tool in their pissing match At least I understood it better when it was just about placing bets and winningridiculous

“I’ll give you twenty-five percent of whatever I win tonight,” Ollie promised

I wouldn’t hold my breath

Focus Griff said half the battle wasout the world in order to survive Except for the physical pain, this wasn’t much different

“Travis the street hustler versus Hawkins the foster kid!” Danny announced

How creative

The bloodthirsty bastards gathered around the ring roared with laughter Travis came at me fast For so and size each other up before trading blows He nailed me with a fist to my side and my jaw

“Fuck” I shook off the punches and landed two of my own, to his face and chest

“Block, Roman!” Eraser yelled

I dodged a punch, sending Travis teetering forward He recovered fast and raised his foot I blocked the kick by snapping h Off-balance, he hopped on one foot I pushed and he hit the floor hard He lay there panting and staring up at the ceiling

Was the fight over? Could I go back to bed now?

Or was I supposed to jump on top of the kid and punch him unconscious?

I turned, seeking a sign from Ollie

The second of indecision cost s and tackled ed to keepthe concrete and rolled to the side, narrowlya kick to the ribs

So that’s hoas

I jumped to my feet and circled my opponent Blood dripped frouilt that rose over the dae I’d caused Kill or be killed No room for remorse

Travis threw a punch I ducked left and grabbed his ar his momentuled Used his weight to drop us to our knees, but I didn’t let up the pressure