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“Never been better.” Niko’s grin widens, but then he frowns. “Focus, Jer. Yulian. I want a fight with that prick. He throws a good punch, like a fucking bear.” “Then fight him in the underground ring,” Kill says, still focused on his phone. “He loves that place as much as you do.” “Nah, doesn’t feel as euphoric as pummeling him in his own castle with all those little bitches screaming their heads off around him.” He laughs, getting all excited at the idea of violence. “I’ll need you all to join.” “Pass. I’d rather be with my Glyn,” Kill says. He and his girlfriend have been joined at the hip for a while now, but it’s gotten more serious after he took her home with us over a week ago. To meet Mom and Dad. The trip during which he had a heart-to-heart with Dad—or Dad did. He apologized to Kill, too, for everything. Dad has been calling him more than me lately, pushing me to the background so he can fix his relationship with his real golden child. I knew this day would eventually come. Th