The Final Fight (Fighting Series Book 8) by JB Salsbury

Author:JB Salsbury [Salsbury, JB]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-10-22T23:00:00+00:00

Nineteen

AJ

Tapping my pen against my lip, I stare at the cold cup of coffee that sits between my assistant Barbara and me. Andre recruited the event coordinator for the hotel to help me with the charity event.

She’s ten years older than I am and looks like she belongs walking the halls of the courthouse in her red power suit and sleek blond bob. Andre says she’s the best at what she does, and after spending some time with her, I can see why. She has planners to organizer her planners, and the coffee order she gave to her assistant was three minutes long. She knows what she likes and she demands perfection.

“There are so many acts in Vegas. We need to reach out to one of them and see if they’d be willing to perform.”

Barbara turns over a page in her legal pad. “Start throwing out names and let’s brainstorm.”

“What is Vegas known for?”

“Gambling, binge drinking, strippers, and debauchery.”

I shake my head, smiling. “Not exactly charity-worthy activities.”

She chuckles and scratches something down on paper. “Since the charity is the Injured Heroes Foundation, I think it’s important we keep it family friendly.”

I point my pen at her. “Agreed. So, what else is Vegas known for.”

“Comedy, magic shows . . . we could get the Eros performers to come in costume, maybe do a short performance?”

My stomach turns sour at the mention of my old crew. God, how I miss performing and Will. It’s been hard to spend time with him after my accident. His life is performing, as mine was, and hearing him talk about it hurts too much.

I stretch my legs beneath the table as if to convince myself that I’m not completely broken. “Good idea, but I think we need something bigger.”

“Britney Spears?”

My eyebrows rise. “You think we could get her?”

“I’ll get her. Although . . .” She frowns and makes another scratch on her pad. “It’ll probably cost us.”

“Hmm . . . too bad the Raiders haven’t moved here yet. Everyone loves athletes.”

Barbara’s eyes light up. “What about the UFL?”

A flash of dizziness washes over me, and my pulse races at the mention of the MMA league. “Oh, I don’t know.”

UFL means Blake Daniels.

Blake Daniels means Braeden.

On the off chance that Blake is involved, how could I be in the same room with that man and not fall to his feet, begging him to bring me to his brother—the brother who I spent just a few weekends with and yet can’t seem to purge from my thoughts. Even though he clearly didn’t have a problem purging me from his.

God, when did I become so pathetic?

This isn’t about you, Adeline. It’s about charity and Barbara is a genius.

“We could see if they’d be willing to send over some of their superstar status fighters to sign autographs and take photos.” Barbara talks while filling her notepad. “We’ll jack up the cost of admission with the promise of face-to-face time. They could donate tickets for auction. Oh, and you know there’s a fighter who’s in a pretty popular band.

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