Hammered: A Shadows of Chicago Novel by Rose Hudson

Author:Rose Hudson [Hudson, Rose]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rose Hudson
Published: 2017-05-02T18:30:00+00:00

DAMON DANIELS WAS A NOTORIOUSLY dirty fighter. No, nothing’s clean about the underground syndicate, but for the most part, fighters respected each other enough to fight clean. The goal for most us was to claim the winning purse, but for him, it seemed to be the opposite. I never fought the guy, never even spoke to him. But I’ve heard stories.

To know that Lydia would put me in the same category as someone like him not only pisses me off, it makes me question myself. It makes me question every time I’ve ever struck another person in anger. It makes me question how well I know myself, and if she’s right, could I ever get angry enough to hurt her or anyone else outside the ring.

I wanted to take her against that bathroom sink, feel her on the inside. But I kept hearing her say Demon in my mind, over and over, and I couldn’t. Knowing that’s who she compared me to was more than I could process.

I’m surprised to see the light on when I pull up at Jerry’s and see Mom sitting at the kitchen table. I don’t know how I ended up here other than I just drove until I looked up and saw where I was. The clock on the truck dash says ten-forty, so she’s only been home from work for about thirty minutes and Jerry left for work an hour ago. I’ve raised hell about her and Rush being alone all night, but being an overnight security guard is the only job Jerry could find that pays decently.

Tapping on the side door, I peer through the glass. Celia jumps a little at the sound but relaxes when she sees that it’s me.

“Are you okay?” she asks as soon as the door opens. I nod, coming inside. “You scared me half to death. Can’t remember the last time you came by this late unless someone was in trouble. Thorn okay?” I nod again. “I was just making some tea. Want a cup?”

“I’m good, Mom. Just driving home, saw the kitchen light on.” She eyes me skeptically over her shoulder, pouring water from the kettle into a mug with one hand, squeezing the muscle of her shoulder with the other. “Work late tonight?” I ask, noticing she’s still in her housekeeping uniform. She’s worked at the Ritz Carlton for twenty years, even when I was making enough money fighting to carry the household on my own. She wouldn’t stand for it.

“You know how it is, people don’t show up for work, so you gotta pull extra weight.” She grins over the top of her mug, taking the seat across from me, the same kitchen table she’s had for all these years filling the space between us.

“Between the money you guys make, and the money I give Jerry, why in the hell don’t you buy a new kitchen table? Or am I going to have to add that to the list, too?”

“You know Rush’s scholarship isn’t going to cover everything.

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