Skye Cree 02: The Bones Will Tell - Plot & Excerpts
How the hell was he supposed to explain his fucking broken nose to his trainer? Not only that, for the first time in ten years, he’d failed to control the situation. He’d let the bitch get away from him. Frank didn’t take failure well. Never had. His fractured schnozz still hurt. The bitch had caught him right across the bridge when he’d been distracted by her kid. If he hadn’t turned his head he’d have been able to take care of both woman and boy. Should’ve taken care of the damned kid beforehand, he thought now. Frank popped three more ibuprofen, even though he rarely took drugs of any kind, and gulped them down with half a bottle of water. He hoped like hell it eased the pain because he had a Goddamned match in less than two hours. What the hell would his opponent think when he walked into the arena with a bandage already stuck across his beak? Just thinking about last night had Frank making a fist, ready to pelt the face of his next challenger he faced in the octagon, the place where he ruled.
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