18
KYLE
THE CLUB WAS packed when I pulled into the parking lot. The adrenaline rushed through my veins as I mentally prepared myself for the inevitable backlash I would have to endure. It’d been two years since I fought, two years since I f****d anyone over. Time could help people forget, but in my case, they were all bound to remember. I was a legend back in my prime, but if you were to ask my enemies, I was a curse.
I parked my bike and took off my helmet just in time to answer my ringing phone. “Hey.”
“Are you there yet?” Megan asked.
I glanced behind me at the swarms of people. “Yep. Getting ready to walk up to the door. Are you sure Jake’s going to let me in?”
“Yes, I promise. We’re going to rehearse one more time and then I’ll be there to watch you. I’m praying there’s no traff
