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Last night… The tapping of the smooth silver ballpoint pen against the notepad sounded very much like a metronome gone out of..

The lights in the locker room hummed and flickered above Michael Dane’s head as the last of the gauze was taped tightly to his hands. He ..

Twelve weeks earlier… Michael looked over at the Dante Alexander’s massive, ursine bodyguard and pondered how he go..

When his music stopped, and the lights in the arena went dark, Michael took a deep breath. He shed his robe and shook himself to loosen the mu..

Michael couldn’t stop shaking. He didn’t know exactly how he got into Boone’s car (Lord knows it was the last place he w..

Michael slumped onto the stool in his corner and spit his mouthpiece into Dutch’s hand. He took a deep breath - in slow through his nose..

Michael leaned back in his seat and stared Dante in the face, raising an eyebrow and cocking his head. He turned his attention briefly to the ..

Dutch slapped the End-Swell on Michael’s jaw and pulled the mouth guard from between his teeth. Michael rocked his jaw back and forth in..

Cortez’ murderous left hook found a home on Michael’s jaw, nearly turning his head around and sent him stumbling back. Michael som..

Nine weeks earlier… He had scrolled to her name a dozen times on his phone, and a dozen times he flipped the clamshell shut w..