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underground fights looked like, even found a couple Facebook pages dedicated to them. These guys were beat to a pulp, only inches from death. There was no way I was going to let Jordan throw away his career, just for a little bit of money. I didn’t care if he didn’t want me around anymore. I had this incessant need to save him, just as he had saved me.
    “I will be fine. I have my phone, and if I get into trouble I’ll call 911. I’ll even keep a cab running it makes you feel better. I just have to go and make sure he’s not there. Because if he is…”
    She looked at me seriously. “What are you going to do if he is there? You can’t just stop the fight. Especially with these guys. You remember those dudes in the alleyway, Sloane? There’s going to be a hundred or more guys just like those assholes that this place.”
    I had thought about that, but I’d brushed it off. I hadn’t been careful that night, but tonight I would be. I had to be.
    “To be honest, I don’t really know. I guess I’m hoping he’ll let me talk him out of it. And then if he wants to be done with me, that’s fine.” I’d resigned myself to this, if he really wanted it to be over as fast as it had begun, fine. But I had to repay my debt. It was the right thing to do.
    Nadia shook her head at me and left our room. I could tell that she was still pissed and worried, but she knew she couldn’t stop me. Once I had set my mind to something, I always made it happen, no matter how stupid it was.
    ***
    I took a cab over to the other side of town and even the cabbie was worried about me. “You sure this is the right address, miss?”
    I nodded slowly, looking down at the address I’d written on a notepad as soon as I got home from the gym the other night. “Yes, this is it.” I looked out the window at an old, almost abandoned warehouse. Most of the windows were boarded up, but there was life inside the building. Cars lined the streets, mostly old beaters but a few nicer vehicles as well. I knew I was in the right place.
    I passed my cash up to the front when the cabbie asked, “You don’t want me to keep the meter running?”
    I had lied to Nadia. If Jordan was determined to fight, I’d stay and watch him. “No. I’m fine, thanks.”
    I got out of the cab and zipped up my jacket. It was chilly for a spring night. Almost like the atmosphere was trying to tell me how dark and dangerous this place was. That I should have just stayed in the cab. But as it sped off, I still felt like this was what I had to do. I walked past the bouncer at the front door and he just let me glide through, something I had already learned about the fighting world. Pretty girls meant free of charge. I found a spot along the back wall and stood with my arms crossed as I watched two men inside the cage go at it. They were both bloodied and battered, with one guy grabbing the side of his body like he had broken ribs. When he removed his hand to block a punch, I saw the bruise that was quickly spreading. He definitely had broken a few. I knew that this could happen at any fight, but this guy wasn’t conceding. When the other guy hit them hard enough that he was knocked to the ground, I heard him screaming in agony, but there was no referee to stop it here. They would fight until he was out cold. Luckily for him that was only a minute later. Two big guys in black came into the ring, and pulled him up by his arms, and carried him out while the victor had his arms above his head. He had a busted eyebrow and a shoulder that looked slightly out of place, but he was happy with his win.
    I scanned the crowd for Jordan, shockingly seeing his bald head near the cage just a moment later. I tried to make my way to him through the throng of people, but I didn’t get there in time. They announced his name just as I called it myself.
    “Jordan!” He didn’t turn to look at me, clearly not hearing me over the roar of the crowd.
    “Jordan, it’s Sloane!” This time I