CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Underground fighting. Blaser had seen a few rounds in his younger days and always thought it was brutal. Two guys in the ring, no weapons, and don’t hit a guy while he’s down, those were the only rules. He had no idea there was so much money in it. Dax laid it out for him, there on his doorstep and Blaser turned him down flat. He’d promised Colt and Ruger there would be no illegal activities at the club… but he’d made that promise before Bri needed him.
“It’s the only way I can make enough money to pay Rafe,” Bri said. “You must be able to see that.”
Except he couldn’t see that because he wasn’t following what she was saying, he was too busy thinking about Dax and his offer. They were in his office at the club, eating the picnic Bri had put together for them at short no
