Camden
21 Years Old
Thomas wraps my hands as I mentally prepare for the fight. I have no idea whom I'm fighting. Everything about this seems off.
"I don't know if I want to do this Thomas." He stalls, glancing at me with dazed eyes.
"It's just cold feet." Brushing my confession off he refocuses on my hands.
"Something seems off, this underground s**t is too shady." I swallow hard, replaying all the paperwork I had to sign.
"You are being paid over five hundred thousand for just being here Camden. If you win, it's a million dollars and a contract for the MFC. Opportunity's don't just present themselves like this. Do you know what you can do with that kind of money son?
I jerk my hand from him. "I know how much I'm being paid."
A slight knock sounds at the door before it's pushed ope
