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rule… One guy went down, and another one went in. Money flew. People yelled. Fists connected. Bodies piled.
    Growing up in a trailer park with a continuous turf war, Nathan had seen some pretty fantastic street fights, but this no-holds-barred shit was some of the craziest Nathan had ever seen. He wanted to crawl back into the mayhem and leave the warehouse in his rearview at the same time. His mind was numb, nicely overwhelmed, and his groin still hummed from the stranger’s grab.
    He scanned the crowd, trying to see if anyone sought him out. A moment later, and he found them: a man with white hair and one arm around a kid younger than Nathan. A pervert on the prowl, and both of them disappeared out the rear exit.
    Nathan kept drinking, guessing he was supposed to wait. It was a long-ass walk back to the Bass building and his car. He was jittery and twitchy with tension and exhaustion. Going home with Duke’s favors had probably been the safer decision of the night, and Nathan told himself he’d remember that the next time a hot man invited him to go check out some new action.
    By the time Fury leaned on the bar, Nathan had lost all sense of the hour. Fury was sweat-soaked, streaked pink with blood, and his cheekbone was swelling. Hellabeth handed over a towel, and Nathan paid way too much attention to the way Fury rubbed it over oak-colored skin. Nathan followed the motion of Fury’s hand retrieving his shirt and told himself that staring was probably not a hot idea. Nathan reeled in his eyeballs, and Dennis appeared like a magic trick gone wrong.
    “Enjoy yourself?” Dennis asked Fury, who just shrugged. The man did that a lot. “Stomper too easy, huh?” Dennis pressed.
    Fury drank an entire bottle of water in a few gulps. “He went down fast.”
    “Knew he would.” Dennis grinned and pressed a wad of cash into Fury’s hand. It disappeared into Fury’s pocket.
    Nathan was still trying to figure that out when Dennis squinted at Nathan. “I know you?”
    “Don’t think so,” Nathan said, going for casual. It was easy after the four—five?—shots Hellabeth had fed him.
    “Nah, now, I never forget a face.” Dennis clucked his tongue, and his eyes went wide. “Holy shit. You’re the guy on the billboards. There’s one on Kingston Pike. What’s it say? ‘Marriage First’ or some such bullshit?”
    Nathan forced his groan to become a chuckle before it escaped his mouth. “Eh, yeah. Easy money.”
    Dennis laughed, but it rang hollow. “I hear that, man. I hear that. So you’re a fuckin’ model?”
    “God, no. I’m—”
    “A friend of mine,” Fury finished. “Looking at him to be my manager.”
    Dennis whistled. “And how much is that gonna cost me?”
    “We’ll work it up after we’re square with what you already owe me,” Fury replied.
    “Jesus, you’re a pain in my ass,” Dennis complained. “Come on, Fury.” Dennis waved one arm expansively. “I thought we were friends.
    Fury sighed through his nose. “Where’s the rest?”
    “Coming.” Dennis put a hand on Fury’s shoulder, and there was something familiar about the gesture. It was a little too friendly, and so was Dennis’s expression.
    It faded fast, though, when Fury didn’t say a word. Dennis ran his free hand through his thinning hair. “Got some shit happening. I’ll get it to you.”
    Fury slowly shook his head. “I don’t like this.”
    Dennis shot a glance at Nathan, though the fake smile never wavered. “You fuckin’ worry too much. You’re out to have a good time, am I right? With your friend here?”
    “I’m out to get mine,” Fury said. Without looking at her, Fury took antibacterial gel soap from Hellabeth and slathered it on himself. Nathan winced at the idea of alcohol on the open abrasions decorating Fury’s knuckles. It was impressive how nothing shook him up. The guy was solid as bedrock, and Nathan wondered exactly how much practice Fury had washing blood off his hands.
    “And you’ll get