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Haiden Cross

A grunt of irritation leaves my lips as I remove the white tape around my hands. They were bloody, dirty and mocked me for what I had done an hour ago.

I threw them at the back and slammed the back of my head on the car seat headrest. "Fuck." I clenched my eyes shut and gritted my teeth. My jaw hurt from the force of knuckles slamming onto it without mercy. It may have broken then but I wasn't about to go to a hospital to raise questions.

One look at my face and knowing my reputation they'd know I'm into some illegal shit.

I grunt, fingers reaching for my throbbing ribs. I winced, my split lip pulsating with pain as it tore again. I could taste the bitter coppery tang of blood as it stained my teeth and crawled its way on my tongue.

How many more?

I didn't even know the answer to my own question.

I lost count on how many fights I'd have to participate in just to reach some sort of spinning wheel on the huge number of debt