Rolling his eyes, Jake scoffed incredulously. “Hardly, my dear. I do take a small percentage, but I’m not a greedy man. I think you know that. The rest gets divided between the fighters.”
“Are you serious?” I sputtered. “You mean Mason is going to get some of the money? He never told me that.”
“It’s because he doesn’t know,” Jake remarked slyly. “Not many fighters around here will fight just because they like the sport. They fight to get the benefits of it, the money … the fame. Mason never asked about any of that. I thought it would be a nice surprise for him.”
I couldn’t begin to imagine what Mason was going to say when he’s given thousands of dollars for just one night of fighting. Mason lived comfortably in North Carolina, but he wasn’t brought up in all the finer things in life lik
