Seven
In the back office, going over Sally’s chaotic accounts, Bash kept getting interrupted by messages from his manager, Juke. He stopped reading them after the first one, which screamed, U LOST YR DAMN MIND?
The rest of it probably contained threats of all the dire consequences if he didn’t get his ass back in the training ring asap.
Taking care of some old business, he’d texted Juke. Paying a debt.
Can’t you f*****g pay it in cash and move on?
No. He couldn’t. Sally deserved more than that from him. Without Sally, he might be dead by now. Without the Olde Salt, he might be dead.
The memories lived in his mind in flashes. His father raging at him, out-of-his-mind high. Screaming at him, punching at him, trying to get him to fight back. Bash stumbling back toward the door, terrifie
