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“I think maybe ten minutes. If we’re lucky, they’ve been going at it for a while, and I’m actually surprised that they’re both still standing.” Luc replies, his arms crossed over his chest.
I suddenly become aware of a commotion behind us, and we all quickly turn around just in time to see a fucker from our side punch someone from Tomlinson in the face, and it quickly devolves into a full-blown fight. That’s all the encouragement that everyone else needs and a few other people start to join in.
Trick whistles shrilly, gaining the attention of those who look right on the edge of joining the fight; as soon as they all catch sight of us, though, they take a step back—even those from Tomlinson.
“Do you want to break it up?” Riot asks, looking at the fight like he’s bored.
“In a minute, let them get the worst of it out of their system before we step in,” Trick replies.
Trev steps up on our right and asks with his eyebrow raised and a grin on his face, “Boss?”
Trick gives a single nod, “Go ahead.”
“Thanks, boss,” Trev replies, and then raises his voice as he walks through the crowd that’s surrounding the fight, “Alright, ladies and gentlemen, place your bets here. Who's going to win the unsanctioned fight, who's going to get kicked out first, and how long our esteemed leaders are going to let it last before they step in.”
Trev is immediately swarmed by people, waving cash around and yelling out bets. You’d think that he’d start to feel overwhelmed being swarmed by that many people, but instead, he’s smiling from ear to ear, a joint between his fingers that he tokes on every now and again as he takes the bets.
You wouldn’t know to look at him, but the dude is a mathematical genius and has an eidetic memory. He’s got multiple people yelling different bets at him, and he’s not writing any of them down. He’ll remember the bets, the people who made them, and the odds without having to write a single thing down.
He's never gotten it wrong before, and he’s run all of our fights from the beginning; he does all of that while maintaining the highest GPA in the school and taking a few college courses; he’s going to go far in life, that’s for damn fucking sure. He does this for fun, as well as matching the fighters to their opponents; he makes sure that none of them are matched with someone who's going to have an unfair advantage.
He does proper research into the fighters and probably knows more about the kids from both schools than anyone else. He could be a real problem, but fortunately, he’s on our side. We’ve had him help us out a couple of times.
Unfortunately, he said that if this time failed, then he would be out. He wasn’t going to risk his future by getting caught up in this shit, especially since he knows exactly how illegal all of this is and what would happen if we got caught for all of it. If the cops decide to dig deeper and not just assume that we’re kids messing around, then even our contacts at the station won't be able to help us.
I understood completely, but I hope that it works out because it would be a significant loss if he quits entirely. He helps set this place up and keeps tabs on everything. He holds the money, and he was quite happy for people to think that he’s the one who deals with accounts and distributes it properly, when it became clear that Jensen doesn’t want the world and his wife to know that he's the one who does it.
I tune back into my surroundings when someone bashes into me, and I realize that while I’d been reminiscing, the fight has gained a couple of extra people.
“Who the fuck was stupid enough to join the fight while we’re stood here watching?” I ask no one in particular.
Trick curses, “Two more kids from Tomlinson.”
“They’re losing control of their guys pretty fucking quickly,” Luc says with a frown.
“Yeah, it’s going to be an issue if they don’t manage to get control of them quickly,” Trick says, “the only reason that what we have here works is because of the hierarchy; everyone knows not to pull stupid shit because they’ll have to answer to Billy or us.”
“Exactly,” Rafe signs, “if people end up losing trust in them like the girls have already since they gave us the information on Ryan and not Billy, then shit’s about to hit the fan in a real fucking way, and we’re all going to end up getting dragged into it.”
“We’re going to have to, and we’re not going to be able to keep a low profile while we do it, which is going to cause a lot of shit for us,” Riot adds, still watching the fight that’s getting worse by the minute.
“We’d better get in there,” I sigh as I wade in.
Ducking the hit flying in my direction, I swing my fist and strike the fucker, before I sweep my leg and knock him down to the floor, as soon as he lands, I flip him over, grabbing his arm and pulling it up behind his back so that he can’t move.
“I suggest that you stop trying to fight me before I stop restraining you and start fighting back,” I growl when he tries to buck me off.
“Shit,” he curses, recognizing my voice and instantly stilling.
“Good choice,” I mutter and then order, “Come on, up you get.”
He gets to his feet with no argument, but I continue to hold him securely just in case he gets any ideas of trying to jump back into the fight.
Looking around, I can see that the others followed me in, and they’ve each got hold of someone who was involved in the fight. Most of them are just standing still, accepting that they fucked up and knowing that they’re just going end up in a worse situation if they try and fight now.
That is everyone except for one kid. He looks slightly younger than us, but not by much, and I don’t recognize him, which means he is someone from Tomlinson who doesn’t usually hang out here. There’s a chance that he’s only just old enough to be involved, and if that’s the case, then he’s blowing it big time. He’ll be lucky if he’s let back in after this.
He’s twisting and spinning in Rafe’s arms, trying to strike him. Rafe is so much bigger than him though that the kid just looks absolutely ridiculous.
