4
The fight is over before I even get a second to appreciate the barbaric concept of beating the s**t out of another human being. Blood smears the floor of the ring, but that’s nothing compared to the cut above Lucas’s eye or the redness over his entire body. Why would anyone want to do this?
“Your boy won!” Lennon raises my hand like I have some sort of investment in his win.
Oh, wait, I do. He was the underdog, and I bet one hundred dollars on him. Well, I’ll be damned.
I tug my arm down, and Lennon is jumping around like an ankle-biting Chihuahua.
Then, out of the blue, with a group of people following him, Lucas slinks under the last rope and I stand there speechless as he approaches me.
“I’m going to run into the shower,” he says as I focus on the cut, wondering if my lips will
