I had to jump through several hoops to get access to my safe deposit box. I had eighty grand stashed there that I hadn’t told Lex about. At first, it had been just because I was annoyed that there seemed to be a perception that I was a complete fuck-up when it came to my money. After I started to figure out that Lex truly wanted to help me, I just hadn’t figured out a way to tell her about it yet. In all reality, I knew that MMA fighters had a shelf life of about six years before there were real physical issues that could begin to manifest. So I had been sticking away a few thousand here and there. It was my rainy day cushion, and now I needed every penny of it. There was another twenty grand in the safe at my apartment. It was what I affectionately called my walking around money. In all reality, it was the allowance from my UFC contract. My father was a bit of an ass in how he chose to disperse that to me. After leaving the bank, I saw that I had a text message from Lex’s number.
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