pedestal after I’m done,” Lucky threatens.
R oman turns to Al , “I won’t fight him.”
A l gestures for Roman to come closer. He whispers, “It’s your choice, Roman. But remember, it’s what you’ve been working your entire career for. Lucky wants it bad. If he gets knocked out on his ass, it has nothing to do with you. If not Lucky, even the next guy on the list isn’t worthy of you. He wouldn’t give you enough of a challenge either; the fight would be over in the first round. Lucky isn’t highly ranked; that’s true. Be he deserves a shot as much as anyone else. He’s prepared to get in shape. He’ll be at his best when you send him to hell.”
R oman thinks for a moment before he turns back to face Lucky.
“ A re you being pressured ?” he asks Lucky.
L ucky laughs right in his face, “We’re evenly matched. The title will be mine; even if I have to mess up that pretty face of yours.”
R oman turns to face Allistor , “I want to see the contract.”
A llistor pulls out the contract and hands it to Lucky who doesn’t bother to read it. He just signs it as he stares down Roman.
R oman takes the contract and sits down. He’s going to take his time reading over all the clauses. Al sits next to him and points out several points of the contract.
R oman crosses out certain addendum’s and initials the changes. He also crosses out the amount he is to be paid for the fight and doubles it.
H e slings the contract back at Allistor, who puts on his glasses to read the changes. He comes to the dollar amount of the purse.
“ I knew you thought of yourself very highly, but this figure? Are your balls made of platinum?” Allistor says as he awaits a response.
“ I ’m worth double that figure, and you know it. There is no room for negotiations. That’s my price,” Roman announces as he lays down the law.
A llistor looks over the rims of his glasses at Roman. He can see that the deal hinges on this; it’s all or nothing.
A llistor signs the contract , “It’s settled. We have a championship bout. I’ll announce it to the press.”
“ I want a copy of the contract sent over by tonight, Roman orders as he strides out the room. Al follows and shuts the door behind him.
Chapter Thirteen
T uesday walks down a dark corridor towards a nondescript door. She knocks on it twice before a woman on the other side calls out.
“ S peak your name ,” the voice utters.
“ T uesday .”
T he door unlocks , and Tuesday walks inside. The lead door quickly swings shut behind her with an obnoxious boom.
“ I apologize for the theatrics ,” the woman says to Tuesday. “But we have to be careful.”
T he woman of thirty is quite short in stature with a pixie red hair cut. She is not at all what Tuesday was expecting.
C andles burn out of necessity , rather than for ritual, as there is no electricity in the vacant room.
“ I ’m Megan by the way. And please, don’t let the candles scare you. This place is off the radar. If we had utility bills, that would defeat the purpose. And that thunderous lead door keeps the uninvited forces out.”
“ O kay . Good to know,” Tuesday pipes in.
“ Y ou’re a pretty one . I can see why your force refuses to let you go,” Megan compliments.
B ut it is not the kind of compliment Tuesday was looking for from a strange woman in a dark room.
“ I need your advice , some guidance, Megan,” Tuesday asks as she wants to get straight to the point.
“ C an you get rid of your force for good? Is that the first question?” Megan asks.
“ Y es ,” Tuesday answers.
“ T hat’s difficult to answer . So many have tried before you, and most have failed. And not because of the reason you would think. It’s because sex with a Force is so damn electrifying, it’s hard to give that up for a mere mortal dick.”
“ W hat if I am ready to give it up? What can I do?” Tuesday says flat out.
“ I ’ll assume you still have
R oman turns to Al , “I won’t fight him.”
A l gestures for Roman to come closer. He whispers, “It’s your choice, Roman. But remember, it’s what you’ve been working your entire career for. Lucky wants it bad. If he gets knocked out on his ass, it has nothing to do with you. If not Lucky, even the next guy on the list isn’t worthy of you. He wouldn’t give you enough of a challenge either; the fight would be over in the first round. Lucky isn’t highly ranked; that’s true. Be he deserves a shot as much as anyone else. He’s prepared to get in shape. He’ll be at his best when you send him to hell.”
R oman thinks for a moment before he turns back to face Lucky.
“ A re you being pressured ?” he asks Lucky.
L ucky laughs right in his face, “We’re evenly matched. The title will be mine; even if I have to mess up that pretty face of yours.”
R oman turns to face Allistor , “I want to see the contract.”
A llistor pulls out the contract and hands it to Lucky who doesn’t bother to read it. He just signs it as he stares down Roman.
R oman takes the contract and sits down. He’s going to take his time reading over all the clauses. Al sits next to him and points out several points of the contract.
R oman crosses out certain addendum’s and initials the changes. He also crosses out the amount he is to be paid for the fight and doubles it.
H e slings the contract back at Allistor, who puts on his glasses to read the changes. He comes to the dollar amount of the purse.
“ I knew you thought of yourself very highly, but this figure? Are your balls made of platinum?” Allistor says as he awaits a response.
“ I ’m worth double that figure, and you know it. There is no room for negotiations. That’s my price,” Roman announces as he lays down the law.
A llistor looks over the rims of his glasses at Roman. He can see that the deal hinges on this; it’s all or nothing.
A llistor signs the contract , “It’s settled. We have a championship bout. I’ll announce it to the press.”
“ I want a copy of the contract sent over by tonight, Roman orders as he strides out the room. Al follows and shuts the door behind him.
Chapter Thirteen
T uesday walks down a dark corridor towards a nondescript door. She knocks on it twice before a woman on the other side calls out.
“ S peak your name ,” the voice utters.
“ T uesday .”
T he door unlocks , and Tuesday walks inside. The lead door quickly swings shut behind her with an obnoxious boom.
“ I apologize for the theatrics ,” the woman says to Tuesday. “But we have to be careful.”
T he woman of thirty is quite short in stature with a pixie red hair cut. She is not at all what Tuesday was expecting.
C andles burn out of necessity , rather than for ritual, as there is no electricity in the vacant room.
“ I ’m Megan by the way. And please, don’t let the candles scare you. This place is off the radar. If we had utility bills, that would defeat the purpose. And that thunderous lead door keeps the uninvited forces out.”
“ O kay . Good to know,” Tuesday pipes in.
“ Y ou’re a pretty one . I can see why your force refuses to let you go,” Megan compliments.
B ut it is not the kind of compliment Tuesday was looking for from a strange woman in a dark room.
“ I need your advice , some guidance, Megan,” Tuesday asks as she wants to get straight to the point.
“ C an you get rid of your force for good? Is that the first question?” Megan asks.
“ Y es ,” Tuesday answers.
“ T hat’s difficult to answer . So many have tried before you, and most have failed. And not because of the reason you would think. It’s because sex with a Force is so damn electrifying, it’s hard to give that up for a mere mortal dick.”
“ W hat if I am ready to give it up? What can I do?” Tuesday says flat out.
“ I ’ll assume you still have
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