"From the ashes, we shall rise"
WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT , VIEWERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED
The second book of the tainted series, it can NOT be read as a stand-alone.
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The day had seemed to pass by rather quickly as Vincent and I followed Zayn around, most of it dealing with him taking calls and financial costs of being in a ring. A couple of times I had to stop and go fetch a bottle of water for my zealous friend, after listening to the money portion of the matches.
Part of me was still un-aware about how much each fighter made in these illegal fights, but I was shocked to find out how much Zayn made altogether just for showing up. Even if he were to lose, there was a great deal of money added on his bank account. Enough that would take years to actually spend, but I was just being a little generous with the price since Zayn liked to spend things.
After the hour long phone call with a lawyer and some of his people, while N'dra sat in the corner scribbling away on some documents. They had settled on a good price with the company, before talking all of the details of what he needed to do to win tonight. And who is up against him causing me to sigh deeply after they all ended the meeting, my eyes not leaving N'dra as she jumped up to rush out of the door.
"What's her problem?" Vincent leaned over, taking a couple of pictures on the camera I had given him.
I shrugged my shoulders at him, not being able to answer that question myself. What she said replaying over and over again in my head, not actually understanding where all of that had came from; She always made it clear she didn't like me, or wasn't really my biggest fan when I had been involved around here.
But this was a new level for me, usually it was just little taunts of angst. I wanted to ask what was wrong, but I knew she wouldn't tell me anything. It was no longer my place to ask, even though it had obviously been about me.
Maybe from the moment I stepped foot into the place, she just didn't like me. But then maybe it was the fact she knew about who my real father is- according to my mother. I could think of endless possibilities of why she felt the way that she did, but there was still a very high risk for me. I wouldn't come around if there isn't a good enough reason for it, suggesting to my boss that our highest bidder should ask someone else to do their pieces was damn near offensive.
"You know just about as much as I do." I said as honestly as I could, sighing while taking more pictures of Zayn as he shook hands with his lawyers after signing one last document.
Apparently there had needed to be an agreed signed contract before each match, between each fighter. Since this wasn't professional like the actual league, behind the scenes were the real dangerous part about it. Anyone that got into a ring that ended up seriously hurt isn't allowed to sue the company or the fighter, some people have tried before and lost cases because they willingly agreed.
My other guess was the fact a lot of these fights were all just for show, but all of the real stuff happened between leaders or people involved with the business. And they'd use that as a way to actually start real trouble with each other, I just kept that part to myself. But it frightened me even more than I already was; Wishing I can talk him out of him.
