Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Running fingers through his hair, he left his office and made his way through the gym, watching a couple of his fighters.
The gym was legit; some of the fighters, not so much.
It always amazed him what the rich would gamble on, and part of that was violence and blood.
Some of the fighters that came through his gym, he’d never see again. Their bodies would be dumped, discarded, and the money earned from their blood, paid in full.
They all knew the risks, and whenever he signed on a new fighter who wanted to compete in the underground ring, he had to go through rigorous testing. Life wasn’t so easily disposable to him when he could make money out of it.
One kid, Rush, was showing amazing signs of being a champion. Damon stood on the sidelines of the ring, watching the sheer anger and rage pouring out of him.
That emotion was best spilled in the underground and not in a ring where people just wanted spectacle.
Thirty minutes later, he’d watched Rush knock out three of the best fighters, and was just taking a break when his PI finally arrived.
“You have everything?” Damon asked.
“It’s all in there. Meghan Bell’s entire fucking life story. Her sister is trouble. I mean serious trouble.”
Not wanting his business spilled in front of his men, he took the file and headed back to his office.
Opening it up, he stared at the photographs that awaited him.
She’d been a virgin in his bed, and seeing her smiling face from high school, along with a few other documents, he was shocked.
Meghan had been a looker in high school as well. Her body possessed all the soft curves of an overweight girl, but she had this beauty that men were always drawn to.
He saw a couple of newspaper clippings as well.
“She was a dancer?” he asked, looking up at the PI.
“She was.” His PI took a seat. “According to my sources, she was set to compete in the championship.”
“I’ve never heard of her.”
“The summer before she was about to compete, she was injured. The medical information is there.”
“A rock fell on her.”
“A porch was being installed. One of those ones made of stone. Fancy like, and fucking heavy. Anyway, her sister tripped or some shit. It was never clear exactly, but the stone dropped on Meghan’s ankle and completely shattered the bone. The time she should have been spent training, she was in the hospital learning to walk again.”
“You think the sister did it on purpose?” Damon asked.
He thought about Rose and wouldn’t put it past the fucking slut. She was a vile creature, and if what Rex said was true, she wouldn’t have had any problem at all hurting Meghan out of petty jealousy.
Last night he’d not seen a single scar on her body, but then, he’d not really been paying attention to her ankles, but her sweet pussy.
“If there was, it was all kept under wraps. No police were called, and it was considered a family accident.”
“She never danced again?”
“Couldn’t, from what I read. Her ankle was too badly damaged. Her life of dance was taken from her, and she turned her attention to her education. Rose Bell never made it to college but has always been a problem child. Due to some unexplained debt, their parents had to remortgage their house.”
The further he got into the file, the angrier he got.
All of Meghan’s life, she’d been paying for her sister’s mistakes. There was just one example after another.
Why was she even helping Rose to begin with?
When he got to the end of the file, he even discovered Rose had taken all of the inheritance their parents left behind. She’d spent the entire lot while Meghan had been working her ass off and studying.
“Sister’s a real piece of work. Family is family though, right?” His PI was an ex-soldier who’d been the only surviving member of his squad when he returned. No one wanted to hire the man that screamed at everyone, and occasionally spat at people he didn’t like.
He was a good tracker though, and amazing for gathering information. Damon had hired him on the spot and also helped set him up in his own business.
“I don’t think the relationship she has with the sister is healthy. I’d cut the bitch out of her life if I could.”
“Thank you for this.” Pulling five grand out of his drawer in a sealed brown envelope, he handed it to him.
“Anything else you need, let me know.”
Damon watched the man leave. He didn’t make a sound as he exited the room. Sitting back in his chair, Damon looked at the file once again.
There was so much information here it was unreal, her achievements within dance as well as her test scores. Everything.
This didn’t make him feel any happier about taking her though, which fucking irritated him.