Chapter Nine
24 Hours to go…
Sara took a sip of her hot cocoa and watched her best friend pace. “Will you please stop pacing, sexy? You’re making me nervous.”
Tanya stopped pacing the length of her living room and looked at Sara disbelievingly. “How are you not nervous right now? The fight is tomorrow - 24 hours away! How are you not an absolute basket-case?!”
Sara shrugged. “Would it help matters if I was? One way or another, this is it. Either I win, and I’m done with my uncle’s debt, or I lose, and they kill me. Either way, it’s all finally over. That’s a good thing.”
“Not if they kill you it isn’t! I can’t lose you! I’m calling the police.”
“No, you’re not. It wouldn’t do any good anyway. Too many high-profile people are involved in this.”
Tanya threw her hands up in exasperatio
