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she still was moving forward.
    This new life in Steel Corner wasn’t about trying to forget the past, but of accepting it and making sure she rose above it.

Chapter Four
     
    Brick leaned against one of the wooden beams in the barn and watched as the two shifters went at in the center of the room. A cheetah and leopard were currently going at it, and as interesting as this kind of blood spill was, Brick was tired and had other things on his mind. Of course those other things had never left his mind since he had left her house two days ago. But he pushed everything else away that didn’t have to do with the violence right in front of him.
    The cheetah was a bloody mess with several chunks of flesh taken from its body. Splatters of red covered the dirt and hay covered floor, and the noise was deafening as guys made a loose circle around the shifters fighting it out. Yeah, this was far from fucking   legitimate work, but the pay was good, they weren’t hauling coke any longer, and all the club had to do—aside from the partner aspect of it all—was come here on shifts and make sure no one started their own unapproved fight. But normally things ran smoothly, especially when the Grizzly MC was known well in Steel Corner, and if someone wanted to mess with them than they either weren’t from around here, had never heard of their take no shit reputation, or were just plain dumb fucks.
    The fight ended with the leopard taking down the cheetah, leaving it a lifeless body on the ground. Each fighter had a guy that coached them, and those males pushed people back in order to get to the animals. The leopard had already shifted back into his human form, but the cheetah had to be carried out by a couple of guys. A trail of blood followed in his wake. Money started being exchanged between the bidders, and Sticks, the guy who was a partner with the Grizzlies Jace, the Lion MC President, collected handfuls of money. Guys started heading out since the next fight wouldn’t begin for about half an hour, and Brick pushed away from the beam and followed Sticks into a backroom.
    “We made out good tonight.” Sticks spoke to Brick but kept his back to him and went over to the desk that they put in here for such transactions.
    Brick slid the door shut and leaned against it. He watched Sticks count out money and create stacks, and then he shoved each stack into a manila envelope.
    He handed Brick two of the envelopes and grinned. “It was a really good night, man, and we still got two more fighters lined up for tonight, but I want to give you the club’s half now.”    Brick nodded and took them and put them in the inner pocket of his cut.
    “You staying to watch the fights or heading out?”
    “Court is bringing a few prospects to use as back-up tonight. I think he just wants to dick around and place bets.”
      Sticks laughed. “It’s addictive, man. I mean look at the turn-out every fucking weekend? It’s like these assholes can’t get enough of watching shifters kill each other.” Yeah, violence did have the ability to cause pleasure in some. “Catch you later.”
    Brick tilted his chin, opened the door, and headed back out to his bike. It was already after midnight, and although the smart thing to do would have been to go home, that wasn’t what he was going to do. After mounting his Harley, putting on his helmet, and taking the long, winding road down the mountain and back into town, there was only one place he wanted to go, and one person he wanted to see, despite knowing it was a dumb-ass move.
    With the wind blowing over his face and his tires eating up the pavement, Brick could imagine that he didn’t have to worry about everything that was going through his head, and all the things he was starting to question himself about concerning one small human female. He could talk to the other members about this, maybe even speak to Jagger since he was newly involved with Sonya, but Brick had never been any good with trying