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Chapter Eighteen

Jolie

The girl staring me down from across the ring bounces on her toes, her hands strapped and ready to fight. Just more shit to add to my growing list.

Their uniforms all say G.O.D.S.

What the fuck does that even mean? This can’t just be some underground fight club—they don’t have uniforms at those. This is some kind of organisation, and it looks like they have an army of teenagers.

Someone yells something to her, and she smirks at me, her long blonde hair pulled back into a braid. Information about tonight might have been handy, that way I could have prepared myself. Don’t get me wrong, I can fuck a basic bitch up, but I don’t miss the muscles on this girl. Not in a body builder way, but you can tell she works out. Her body is banging.

“How’s Trace?” she taunts, catching me off guard and lunging for me.

I manage to dodge her punch at the last second, then rush forward in anger.

“What do you know about him?” I snarl, taking a step back when she counters, coming straight at me.

“That he’s a traitor,” she throws back, along with a right hook to my eye. That will leave a damn bruise for sure.

“He is not,” I snap, throwing a sloppy punch that manages to connect with her lip. Blood starts to roll down her chin, which she flicks away.

“I find it funny that everyone is lying to you. It makes you look stupid. You’re supposed to be dead.”

That shocks me for a moment—I know I had an accident, but Trace told me it would be best to forget. I can’t remember anything before the accident, or even the accident itself.

Summer, as her guys keep calling her, lands a kick to my head, knocking me over. I notice Laughn trying to get into the ring. He’s yelling something, but I can’t make it out. I pull myself up, my legs like jelly, as I stumble forward. She pulls me into her body, her arms wrapping around my torso.

“Get a clue, Jolie, but keep this to yourself because Mr Z is behind everything. Don’t trust anyone. Trace isn’t your friend. You know your guys, so trust your gut.” What the fuck? My mind is reeling. “I will help you as long as you stop Laughn from killing me. I have to finish this quick. I’m sorry.”

Nodding that I understand, I give Summer the go ahead to end this fight, especially when I never really stood a chance. She pushes me back and I let her land punch after punch. She even lands a few kicks once I drop to the floor, and everything goes black.