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Royal Dolce
“I need to book a fight.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Tonight. Now.”
“You’ve got some balls to call and ask me for anything.”
“I’m not asking. Make it happen.”
“I don’t do business with your fucked up family anymore. That includes you, Royal.”
“I need a fight.”
Dynamo sighs. “You’re the one who broke our deal. You almost killed me. Remember?”
“Tell me where your cousin is, and I won’t need your help booking a fight.”
Dad called us off Preston’s family, but fuck him. He had his shot at the Darlings. He needs to stay out of the way while we take our shot. We choose when to make deals. Colt, he had something I wanted, so after he paid his dues, we left him alone. Preston doesn’t have shit.
“It’s almost midnight on a Sunday,” Dynamo says. “No one fights on Sunday. The best I can do is next Saturday.”
“Tonight.”
“There won’t be any money.”
“You think I need money?”
“I think you need therapy.”
I don’t answer for a second. I should laugh at his comment, that he thinks someone could help me when I’m this far gone. But I can’t remember how. Not ten minutes ago, the twins dropped me off and went off to do whatever they do to forget a thing like we did tonight. I need to forget, too. I need to hit someone and be hit until there’s nothing left of either of us but blood and bones.
“I know where your sister is,” I say at last.
Colt doesn’t need money, either. I’m asking him for something, and I have to give him something in return. That’s how the world works.
He’s quiet for another minute. “How?”
“Baron found her. She’s in Tennessee, going by a different name.”
He pauses only a second. “No one’s going to fight you when you’re like this.”
“Like what?” There’s no curiosity in my voice, only challenge, but he answers anyway.
“Desperate.”
“Can you get me a fight or not?”
“Do you have an address? A name?”
“I’ll text it to you.”
He sighs. “Merciless has been trying to get me to set her up with a guy. She’ll probably get her sadistic ass out of bed for you.”