Devil's Brigade (Trackdown Book 3) by Michael A. Black

Author:Michael A. Black [Black, Michael A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781647342340
Publisher: Wolfpack Publishing
Published: 2021-01-12T16:00:00+00:00

The McNamara Ranch

Phoenix, Arizona

The jarring vibration stirred Wolf out of his slumber. Initially, it was just a vague disturbance to a nonsensical dream but his old combat acuity snapped into place awakening him, and he saw the cell phone on the bedside table. As he reached for it Yolanda stirred awake as well and murmured something unintelligible.

“It’s my phone,” he said, noticing the time.

Who the hell would be calling him at seven-thirty-five on a Sunday morning after his big fight?

It was an unknown cell phone number.

He contemplated the possibilities, figuring that it was probably either something really bad or really good.

“Steve?” Kasey’s voice asked, sounding a bit tentative. “I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

Resisting the temptation to reply with a smart-ass comeback, he told her no.

“What’s up?” he then asked.

“Um, how’d it go last night?” Her voice was sounding extra tentative, which given the often-contentious nature of their relationship, didn’t surprise him. He was still trying to fathom why she’d called him when she quickly added. “Did you win?”

“No,” he said. “It was a draw.”

Memories of the cage announcement came flooding back to him like the rerunning of a bad commercial: the announcer saying there was a split decision, his voice highlighting the scores, the final judge’s being even, making the match a draw. Reno had been more disappointed than Wolf had been.

At least I didn’t lose, he remembered thinking, and I was only in it for the paycheck, anyway.

From the expression on de Silva’s face, it was hard to tell his opinion. They’d done the customary fighter’s embrace after the ref had pulled them both to their feet after the air-horn had blasted. Mutual respect had been achieved and Wolf recalled having nothing but respect for the tough Brazilian, who had had more on the line than he did.

“Shit,” Reno said, as they made their way back to the dressing room. “You won that one, hands down. Those damn judges must have had their heads so far up their fucking asses they needed to cut holes in their stomachs to see out of.”

Wolf reached up and clapped him on the shoulder. “Sorry I let you down, coach.”

Reno was silent for the rest of the walk and virtually all Wolf was thinking about at that point was getting under a shower to wash de Silva’s blood off of his body.

“I thought you won, too, boo,” Yolanda said as they continued toward the locker room.

“Yeah, well, win, lose, or draw,” Wolf said. “I still got the same amount of money.”

She’d been a little bit miffed when they wouldn’t let her into the locker room, but McNamara, Ms. Dolly, and Brenda quickly joined her in the hallway.

Wolf had wanted to leave right after showering and changing clothes. He felt like he’d been run over by a ten-ton truck. Mac, Ms. Dolly, and Brenda had elected to stay for the rest of the fights, with Wolf’s blessings, and he and Yolanda had taken Rideshare.com back to his apartment at the ranch even though Reno had offered to have Barbie drive them.

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