Victor
"Last chance to move that damn thing". If she didn't move her car I was going to move it for her and then we're going to have a whole other set of problems.
"No, I've given you more than enough time and .... "Hey come back here I'm still talking to you". She already said no to moving her car, nothing else she had to say would interest me.
"I'm not sure what I've said or done that gave you the impression that I'm a jokester, I march to where her car's double parked in my driveway way, "I say what I mean and I mean what I say, there's no mating between us". I flipped the Jeep out the way and on to its top causing a few windows to break. "This omega doesn't take shit from anyone least of all someone that parents tell their children stories about to scare them into behaving so stay the fuck away from me".
She was standing inside the door, looking, not angry as I'd expected but like a two-year-old that just got its first popsicle and dropped it. I could give two fucking cents of how she feels, I just want her to leave me the fuck alone. I got in my car and drove away without so much as a backward glance. Four hours and three pit stops later I was in New York, the city that never fucking sleep and my guilty pleasure.
There are no wolf packs in New York. With our heightened hearing the noise level here would put a wolf in a state of frenzy not to mention the smells, and despite the fact that I hate being around people and this city was practically bursting at the seams with how crowded it was. New York is where I thrive the most. I'm the hunter I am today because of this city. With a million and one sounds and smells in the air at all times you have to be damn good to be able to pick one and decipher what is what and who is who.
My hotel was downtown and once I checked in and unpacked, I grabbed a quick shower and dressed in a pair of dark jeans, a black t-shirt and a leather jacket with black boots. I made sure I had my wallet and phone and grabbed a pair of sunglasses and was out the door. Driving in New York was not an option for my temperament so my car is in underground parking for the next two weeks and for anywhere I couldn't walk I took the subway. I came to New York for two reasons, one is to get away from my mother the other was joining me for lunch and just walked in.
"Zeus it's been a while". I went by my wolf's name here; No one needs to know my name for what I do here.
"You're later as always Felix". Felix was a member of the mob, though I never asked which one and probably the only person I considered a friend.
"And you still eat for six people what's your point".
"I don't know Felix why don't you fill me in". He always wants to know how I eat the way I eat and not gain a pound. Maybe one day I'll tell him, I trust Felix and if ask him he would take that information to his grave.
"Nine days, six fights all the usual guys and a few new faces".
I raised a brow at that info. The regular underground fight schedule was seven days, seven fights. "Why the change?
"More guys equal more days, plus each fight will be in a different location that will only be known an hour before the fight. That way we keep the feds chasing their own asses".
I was ok with the new schedule, as long as I get to break something I was good. The fights were always scheduled at random times during the week, day or night, another way to keep the feds away. "How much this time around"?
"Four hundred grand upfront per fight, another two hundred if you win, plus two million if you win the finals. Five million that's bad and it's not like I need the money.
"How many extra guys"?
"Two".
"How the fuck does that work with ten guys". The schedule is eight guys and three rounds, one fight per night done in seven days. Ten guys would leave three standing after the second round.
"Well, we decided that since you've been the champ for the past five years we would give you an automatic qualification for the championship so you would fight whoever makes it through to the third round".
"What about my fee". I've been fighting long enough to be able to afford my own buy-in but I didn't have to and I didn't want to. The deal I made with Felix when he first introduced me to this life was he or whoever he works for would serve as my sponsor. That meant whatever fee needed to be paid and whatever equipment I needed they would cover and I would fight for them. I get to take home the competition money and they would take the betting's. I still, however, get a fee for fighting exclusively for them which was an extra two million per tournament.
"The same and already deposited into your accounts and you're on the last ticket for the first round".
The New York underground fight league is the only leg of what's an international multimillion-dollar operation. I've fought in many order leagues throughout the years. London, Hong Kong, Thailand, Russia and even South Africa. I took home twenty-five million from my last fight in Russia two years ago, my highest earnings thus far in a single tournament. With figures like that, I forget sometimes that I have a doctorate in psychology and a master's in engineering.
Once I got all the necessary info from Felix, like my fight schedule and training session, lunch was wrapped up and we parted ways. I got the last fight of the first round only because I wasn't here for the draft. Two fights were already fought which leaves two more to go. I have a two-hour training session tonight and two sessions tomorrow, one in the morning and another around 8:00 pm. For the rest of the day, I walk around the city getting not only myself but Zeus reacquainted with New York all over again. Tomorrow after my training session I'll have let him out for a few hours to burn off some steam, which means a trip upstate to the woodlands.