Chapter 4. Problems

I watch as he walks back over. Well, it looks like I get a fight tonight, he stops at the table, and I see who followed him over and agreed, and I laugh.

"Danni, Dario. Let's get this agreement sorted, shall we?" Of course, Danni agreed. Our families never got along.

"Are you sure you can handle this, Dario? There are no gloves or rules. You might get hurt." Oh, he has no idea.

"I'll handle it perfectly fine. I'm more worried about you and your lack of training."

He laughs slightly. "My lack of training? I have belts, Dario; what do you have? Your fathers and your brothers?"

I could have had my own if I could control my shit. The fact that I can't, though, means that I can't do it professionally; I wouldn't stop beating a guy.

"Belts mean nothing in this world." Belts are pointless when it comes to unrestricted, illegal fights.

"Okay, send it." Jake looks at me.

Taking out my phone, I hit Marco and send th