Chapter 3

The underground fight club stank of old sweat, cheap tobacco, and the sharp iron scent of fresh blood drying on the marble floor.

Heavy metal pounded through the speakers, rattling my skull, while two fighters tore into each other like slabs of meat. Below the ring, a mob of gamblers howled and snarled, their faces twisted, eyes burning with bloodlust.

I pulled my hoodie low and melted into the shadows. At the far end of the room, a man sat alone in a second-floor box directly facing the ring. Leon Wolfe. Codename: "Lone Wolf."

No suit—just a black tank top…