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Laughn helps her into the ring, his blood still covering her. He whispers in her ear, and I can see she’s nervous. Fuck, I would be too if I was her—everyone in this building has been trained since they were toddlers.
If Jolie really is who we think she is, her drills very well could have stopped the day she “died.” None of us know if Trace continued training her, and I don’t see how this will help them figure it out. If she really is playing us, she could just let Summer beat her to a pulp.
Why the fuck hasn’t anyone done a DNA test yet? Two of them have fucked her, so why not just get a hair sample? My anxiety is through the roof, which is bullshit. Unlike the other groups, we have been trained since birth in some way or another. Go figure, we were all born with special abilities, but I get damn anxiety. Turning my back, I find the closest exit, feeling overwhelmed. I need to get wasted to deal with this shit. We all have our own way of dealing with the life we were dealt: I get stoned, Boston needs control, Laughn keeps his pets, Case drinks, and Davis, well his whole boy-next-door charmseemsto be his thing.
Leland is outside, having had the same idea as me.
“Fight start yet?” he asks, leaning against the building. He offers me a lighter and I take it.
“Dunno, couldn’t watch,” I say, sparking up and handing it back.
“Laughn is coming after us, isn’t he?” It’s more of a rhetorical question because everyone knows the answer.
“Yes, but I will do what I can to stop him.”
He nods, knowing there is sweet fuck all I can do when Laughn sets his mind to something.
“Would you talk to the girl and get her to knock some sense into him?”
After I nod again, we both just smoke in silence, enjoying the burn in our lungs and temporary relief washing over us. I don’t know what Mr Z has planned, but her being back means it’s nothing good. What I can’t wrap my head around is why he would want to see his best team fall apart...
Is it all some stupid test or is she really back from the dead?
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.
Chapter Nineteen
Laughn
