***Jacob’s POV***
“Well what the hell are we going to do now?” I asked once we closed the door.
“Go visit him. See why he won’t fight and see what you can do about it.” Oliver said agitated as he lit his cigarette.
“What if he still says no. You know I’m not for knapping people’s loved ones for our gain anymore.” I said lighting one of my own.
“They’ll be none of that. Remind him of his contract, and the consequences he agreed to when he signed. A thousand pound fee should scare him back in the ring.” He thought on it for a moment, “And if it doesn’t, tell him you'll beat his teeth out and cut out his kidney.” He shrugged.
I smiled while I shook my head. They called me Barton the Butcher because I've taken some organs out a time or two before. “Get to your girl. I’ll handle Terribl
