CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Winning the fight was quicker and easier than he’d expected. Just what he needed. Serg had showed up just before he went in and had done his job. No one said anything about Ivy or the bounty though. Frustrating? Yes. Surprising? No.
“What now?” Serg asked.
Outside the bar, keeping to the shadows, they used the seclusion to pounce on anyone who came from underground. Being it was the end of the night, most people were gone now. The bookies were still down there settling up as security removed all traces that the fight had taken place.
“I want to talk to Robbo,” Dax said, dropping his sports bag onto the asphalt between him and the building at his back.
Robbo was a bookie at the forefront of all the fights. There wasn’t one taking place that Robbo wasn’t a part of.
