A few days before

The underground fight club was being revived. It had been Lucien’s idea and he had decided he would regularly take part in the fights. But reality struck hard. Once a week was definitely out and this was because of the huge protests from Proserpina.

His woman hated the thought of beating up anyone, even for a game, a gamble, in the ring. She was more a Buddhist than anything else, he thought fondly, watching her now as she turned her large brown eyes to him, shock and disbelief on her pretty face.

“No, Lucien!’ she cried in dismay, staring at him in horror when Schwartz had...