SIXTY TWO

JORDAN

I chuckled, eyeing my fists and wondering how satisfying it would be smashing it against her face.

“Meyer explained it to me back there but I knew that can’t be true. You know well enough I never worked for you and it’s utterly impossible you take my sweat.” My voice dropped to a low territory, dripping with clear annoyance as I stared at her for her reaction.

I crossed my arms against my chest as I remained standing steely before her. I had a fight at the underground I worked out and I wasn’t even done with the second fight for the night when I saw Sawyer’s retreating figure.

I was suspicious so I went to Meyer requesting for my first pay of the night but all outrage broke loose when he told me Sawyer was just here to receive it. I could have firstly did justice to my anger through Meyer, but not only was he a retired fighter, I might get chased out of there forever.

And I also won’t like breaking bones before I reach home and teach Sawyer a lesson but here I am, before her,