Seven
Darius
The challenge was over almost as quickly as it’d begun, but I’d be a fool to think I’d seen the last of Clayton Hollis. Tonight’s victory would certainly cost me.
The question was… how much? And when would he come to collect?
Setting aside further speculation for now, I led Gray back to the bar, where she immediately reclaimed her stool and polished off the drink she’d left.
After everything I’d just witnessed, I couldn’t blame her.
Hollis and Weston. Bloody hell, Ronan is going to stake me for this.
“I’m beginning to understand how the events of last night transpired, little brawler.” I ducked behind the bar and rummaged for a clean dishtowel, filling it with crushed ice. “Tell me something. Do you always pick fights in which you’re seriously outclassed?”
Gray laughed
