The Triple Don't: Daniels' Debt
They ordered a round of beers, though none of them touched the glass.
"This feels like a waste of time," Luca snapped. "We should be kicking down Delilah’s door."
"We follow the leads, Luca," Nickie said firmly. "Dante is her right hand. He's the bridge."
The announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers, theatrical and grating.
"In this corner! Standing six-foot-six, the human wrecking ball—BLANCHE THE AVALANCHE!"
The blue-clad fans roared. A pale, platinum-haired fighter with a missing eyebrow stepped into the cage, baring his teeth.
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