Page 46 of Firefly
I drove past the Fitzgerald Estate twice like some pathetic stalker hoping to catch a glimpse of her through her window. I even went back to Brimstone High’s parking lot like a creep.
Nothing. No Ophelia. No Firefly.
I don’t even have her number. The old one has been disconnected for years.
A ghost.
That’s what she feels like now.
A haunting.
And the worst part? Every single night I still expect her to climb into my thoughts and ruin my sleep anyway.
Which she does.
Every. Damn. Time.
“Ghost.” Ryker's voice snaps me back to reality. I glance up from the clipboard in my hand while Chaos unfolds around me inside the Dungeon.
Tonight’s fight pulled a packed crowd. Cigarette smoke curls beneath flashing red lights while drunk assholes scream over bets from every corner of the underground arena.
Money. Violence. Blood.
Business as usual.
I’ve been working here full-time since I got out of lockup. Scheduling fights. Collecting payouts. Keeping drunk idiots from stabbing each other before the main events even start.
Honestly?
I’m good at it. Maybe too good.
Turns out prison prepares you pretty well for managing violent men with anger issues.
“The Deluca brothers are trying to skip out on payment again,” Ryker says while tossing me a thick envelope of cash.
Why is Ryker even here? Caspian can’t stand him and Ryder for reasons I’m not privy too, but what I do know is that Kayla was fucking Casp for a bit. He’s a crazy motherfucker for doing so, but who am I to judge.
I’m not innocent in all this. Well, not with Kayla. She is not my type.
She’s not blonde.
“Okay and…” I say, and Ryker smirks.
“Just letting you know what I overheard when I walked in,” he says, and I nod.
“Which one?”
“Both,” he says, and I sigh heavily and crack my neck once.
“Fantastic.”
“Figured you’d enjoy it.” He smirks.
Truthfully? I kind of do.
“So why are you here?” I ask, and his eyes shoot down to the envelope then back up to me.
Right.
