The Bride He Sold At Auction
Language: en
Three years after I walked out of the prison gates, my uncle-in-name-only, Barrett Stanford, dragged me out of the shadows of the underground fight club. He smashed his fist into my face, his eyes nearly popping from their sockets with rage. "Kelly, who gave you the nerve to stay away? And look at you—you’ve turned yourself into a monster!" I wiped a streak of blood from my lip and grinned, a smile void of any soul or shame. "Mr. Stanford, that’s ten grand a punch. If you’re not satisfied, keep going. A few more hits and I’ll have this year’s rent covered." His fist trembled in mid-air,…