MINE
I tasted copper on my tongue.
“Focus, boss,” he grunted, stepping back and resetting his guard. “You’re floating out there. And while your head is somewhere else, the MCs are still testing our lower docks every single night. They're sending small, organized crews. They’re mapping our weak spots, piece by piece.”
I wiped the blood from my split lip with the back of my wrist, letting out a sharp, humorless chuckle. “Again.”
He came in hard. I blocked the first two strikes, ate the third square in the ribs, and still couldn’t bring myself to care enough to end the round properly.