“I think you should consider doing a fight night with Kiran and Carl,” Frank said to Malachi. Carl started laughing and Malachi turned his head to look at him.
“You don’t think Kiran can take you?” Malachi asked and Carl grinned.
“Are you kidding me? He’s eighteen, Malachi. I’ve won forty of my forty-one fights,” Carl said, now a little unsure if Malachi was kidding or not.
I walked over to them as Malachi had looked at me and nodded for me to join them.
“Do you think you could take Carl on in a fight night?” Malachi asked me.
I frowned. “That would depend.” I never broke eye contact with Carl and I could see he was getting nervous.
“On?” Carl asked.
“Are my hands tied behind my back or not?” I replied and Frank choked on the beer he was drinking as he tried not to laugh. I was tal
