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Grabbing his cigar, Scar leaned back in his seat and took a long drag, the smoke billowing out as he spoke. “Recruit for me.” He nodded at a piece of paper on his desk, and I reached for it.
It was a list of names: Ethan Jameson, Ripp Jameson, Braden Emerson, Kase Rushing, and Hunter Andrews.
Brooks’ name was scratched off.
“What the hell is this?” I countered, holding up the paper.
Scar pointed at the list. “I want them all. Well, except for the other Jameson boy. I know he’s part of the FBI. I don’t want his kind in here.”
After crumpling up the paper, I tossed it on the floor. “I’m not recruiting my friends for this shit.”
“That’s fine,” Scar said, shrugging ruefully. “You just have to be willing to pay the price. Think your soul can handle it?”
“I’m not worried about my fucking soul. Their freedom is not something I can give. Put me in the ring, and I’ll do what you want.”
Scar nodded once. “You can sign the contract here tomorrow. I’ll have Nikolai pick you up.” He leaned forward in his seat. “And Reynolds, it needs to be you and you alone.” That was fine with me. I didn’t want Emma anywhere near this place.
“Are we done here?”
He waved toward the door. “We are. You’re free to leave.”
One of his men opened the door, and I charged out. Emma was alone on the expensive white leather couch while Nikolai sat across from her on the matching loveseat, holding our blindfolds.
When Emma saw me, she jumped up and rushed over. “What was that about?”
Grabbing her wrist, I pulled her to me and whispered, “Later.”
Nikolai tossed me my blindfold and went to stand behind Emma, slowly sliding hers down over her eyes, his menacing gaze taunting me.
“Keep it up, Michelson,” I growled low. “At the rate you’re going, you’ll be the first one I kill.”
A sneer pulled at Nikolai’s cheeks. “I’d like to see you try.”