RIVAL’S POV
The next morning, I decided to go check the pit Samuel mentioned since we didn't have any debts for today.
Thomas wouldn’t shut up the whole walk.
“You’re insane. Like, completely fried up top. You know that, right?”
His voice bounced down the alley as I lit a cigarette, ignoring him. The night air smelled like piss and smoke, damp brick sweating under the yellow streetlights.
“I’m not doing this for you,” I muttered.
“I didn’t ask you to!” he snapped. His shoes scraped against broken pavement as he tried to keep up with my stride. “Why the hell am I even coming?”
I took a drag, smirking. “Because if I get beaten into a bloody pulp, you’re gonna drag my ass back home before Vega finds out.”
He froze. “That’s why you brought me? A damn stretcher boy?”
“Exactly.” I flick
