Chapter 22

“Fuck you.” Kyle grins and licks the red from his teeth.

“Come.” I wave him on. He lunges. I take the blow on my chin and nail him with a right. Griff tries to sweep my leg, but I anticipate the move and front snap kick, toppling him like a tree.

“I surrender,” he moans.

“No surrender. Get up.”

“My back is broken, man.” He is lying at a weird angle.

As always, Kyle is the last man standing. I give him a nod. “Come.”

Kyle throws a haymaker. I sidestep easily and feint left. He falls for it, but I pull the punch.

He drives a fist...