KANE
His patience was thin tonight.
"Come in," he said gruffly.
The door creaked open, revealing Spade—a fresh-faced fighter, still learning the rules of the game. Bruises lined his jaw, a split lip still raw from earlier.
"Hey, Kane. Can I talk to you for a moment?"
Kane's gaze flickered back to the clock. Almost 2 AM. Mona was waiting.
"Yeah," he muttered. "Come in."
Spade stepped inside, shifting uneasily. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, shoulders tense.