NICO
The club reeks of sweat, blood and cheap liquor, the air thick with the roar of the crowd and the connecting of fists on flesh.
I had no idea that the Iron Veil was a fight club. What would Sasha be doing in a fight club?
I shove through the crowd, making my way to the back where Aiden texted me that the bathroom was. My heart thuds like a war drum as millions of scenarios play out in my head. I hope I'm not too late.
I slam open the door to the men's room, the stench of piss hitting me like a punch, but that's not what I focus on. It's Sasha's frame, slumped against grimy tiles, his head lolling to one side and a fresh cut weeps from his wrist.
My knees nearly buckle. I cross the distance in long strides and crouch to hold Sasha, completely ignoring the guy who I assume is Aide
