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with his chin for Nathan to head to one of the unoccupied tables, and Nathan, shaky and caught between awe and arousal, did as directed. The office man joined them, his bodyguards not far behind. He was thin, shorter than Nathan, and had brown hair, brown eyes, and a neat goatee.
    The office guy shook hands with Fury, grinning all the while. “Didn’t think you’d be in tonight,” he said.
    Fury lifted a shoulder. “Know how you like surprises, Dennis.”
    Dennis kept smiling at Fury. “Who’s the frat boy?”
    Nathan started to answer, but Fury beat him to it. “His name’s Hunt,” Fury said, and it took everything Nathan had to remain cool and not demand to know how Fury knew his name or how long Fury had been in possession of it. “He’s here for the action.”
    “Ooh-ho.” Dennis clapped Fury’s shoulder. “Better give him some, then, huh?”
    “Plannin’ on it.”
    Nathan got buried in an avalanche of dirty thoughts detailing exactly what kind of action Fury could show him, and Fury made some of them come true as he shrugged out of his coat. Nathan’s cock decided to err on the side of intrigue instead of self-preservation, and Nathan stood dumbstruck and hardening while Fury yanked off his shirt. He pushed away from the table and tossed both the shirt and the coat to Hellabeth behind the bar. She threw Fury a bottle of water, and when Dennis wandered back to his office without another word, Nathan went after Fury.
    The makeshift fighting ring absorbed Fury, ushering him to the center of the circle. The pack divided smoothly into fighters, spectators, and bookies. Nathan got caught up in the press of bodies. It was all elbows, shoulders, boots, bad cologne, and smoke, and Nathan didn’t even get a chance to see Fury’s opponent before Fury swung and connected a fist to the other guy’s flank. Nathan flinched at the slap-thud of impact, and he got knocked to one side by a pointy elbow.
    Shoving, pushing, and Nathan was reminded of a mosh pit, only with more guns and knives. A cigarette came close enough to Nathan’s cheek that it almost burned him. He got slammed into another man and yanked left and right as everyone moved en masse to follow the fighters. Nathan tried to go with the flow, but it seemed like all directions went against the grain.
    Wedging himself between a fat man with sweat stains and a redhead with a beard, Nathan saw a huge guy with black hair dive at Fury and take Fury down. Nathan choked on a yell. He heard Fury hit the floor, snaked closer for a better look, and saw Fury pummeling the other man in the kidneys. They rolled, Fury twisted, and Fury got the bastard’s arm in a lock. Nathan winced, waiting for the elbow to snap, and suddenly the music got louder than the screaming. He realized he was only feet away from the speakers, and the heavy metal screeched like a jet engine.
    Nathan tried to retreat. He was having trouble breathing again, and he’d just managed to get closer to the edge of the mob when everybody flung themselves backward in unison. Fury had tossed the other guy into the crowd, and Nathan stumbled. Rough hands caught him, dragged him upright, and a low laugh rumbled in his ear.
    “Fuckin’ good, right?” someone said in Nathan’s ear, and a palm covered Nathan’s cock, squeezing. Nathan never got the chance to see who grabbed him or stroked him. He shook the man off and staggered toward the wall.
    Clear of the madhouse, Nathan could see that people streamed in from a back door. Everyone who’d been at the bar and the tables was now watching Fury throw fists. Nathan crept along and got to the bar as cheering ripped through the warehouse.
    “First timers drink free,” Hellabeth yelled at Nathan. She poured him a glass full of amber and slid it into Nathan’s hand.
    Nathan tossed back the whiskey. Hellabeth grinned and kept them coming. They both watched in relative peace as Fury pounded the daylights out of a second opponent. There was no order, no