Chapter 5

There was a high chance that he could end up dead during the mission. He remembered how easy it was for the outlaws to obtain information on anyone. But one thing he understood, he had to find a way to stay alive even the odds were stacked against him.

Brandon swung his fists repeatedly, giving zero chance for his opponent to counterattack his assault. The crowd cheered louder as his opponent dropped to the floor. But that wasn’t enough. He had to show that he had zero hesitation if he wanted to succeed in his mission. Kennedy Strauss was watching from the VIP seat with his two bodyguards. The vampire businessman looked pleased but at the same time, he felt unpleasant as Brandon had yet to give his answer.

The referee pulled Brandon away from killing the opponent. Although the fight was illegal, taking a fighter’s life wasn’t part of the rule. But there was a time when it happened.

Brandon stood at one corner, watching the referee checking on his opponent. The referee raised his hand into the air and the countdown began. And again, ‘Dante’ won the fight for the night.

“Dante," Celeste called as Brandon walked towards the changing room. “My boss wants to talk to you.”

“No more barging into the changing room?”

“He’s discussing with the owner to buy you from this place since you didn’t give your answer.”

“Don’t act too arrogant,” someone else said.

Brandon turned around and looked at the man who stood behind Celeste. “And you are?”

The man walked to him and said, “Where did a ghost like you learn to fight like that? Your fighting skill is almost looked like you’ve trained for your whole life. For someone who has nothing to his name, you surely good with your fists.”

“Leto, back off. Boss doesn’t want you to pick a fight,” Celeste intervened, pulling him away.

“Would you rather be bought like a prostitute in a brothel?”

Brandon’s fist collided with Leto’s jaw, staggering him. Celeste pinched the bridge of her nose as she sighed loudly. Leto laughed, holding onto his sore jaw before his serious and rude mood turned into a playful one.

He put his arms around Brandon and batted his eyes. “Tell me, are you a masochist or a sadist? I’m a little bit of both but I won’t mind if you hurt me like that again.”

Brandon kneed him on the stomach with a neutral expression. Leto groaned in pain as he fell to his knees, clutching his stomach. He laughed as he stared at the bulge on his pants. He almost orgasms right on the spot. Celeste came forward and grabbed him by the hair, pulling him away again.

“Sorry, he’s a bit twisted,” she said to Brandon.

“I’d be surprised if he wasn’t.”

Brandon bent down to grab the bag he dropped earlier and slung it over his shoulder. “Tell your boss, he doesn’t need to buy me. I accept the offer.”

With that, he left. He couldn’t show too much interest in the topic as he didn’t know about Celeste and Leto’s capabilities. Mira had warned Brandon that they might be not truly humans.

“I wouldn’t mind getting kicked by him again,” Leto said, standing up and dusting his pants. “What’s his deal?”

“His deal is he’s a ghost. We couldn’t find anything about his past and that was why Kennedy is interested in him,” Celeste answered as they watched Brandon’s figure slowly disappear in the distance.

“But you said a woman left his house. Did you find anything about her? And their relationship? If it’s about family, then we don’t need another drama in the team.”

Celeste turned around, heading to the stairs that led to the office on the second floor. “It’s too late. Kennedy wanted him and now, he got him.”

“So, in general, Dante is Kennedy’s favorite.”

It was more than finding a new favorite. Celeste saw the look in Dante’s eyes when he was assaulting his opponent in the ring earlier. That was the look of a murderer who was ready to kill at the moment his opponent became vulnerable. There was zero hesitation. He had planned for it and if it wasn’t because of the rules, he probably had killed his opponent.

Kennedy tended to show interest in someone who never hesitated to kill another person. Considering his line of business, maybe that was why he chose that kind of person to be his bodyguard.

He needed killers more than he needed bodyguards because that was how he kept his business on top of the food chain. He got rid of his competition.

“Dante accepted your offer,” Celeste said to Kennedy who was walking out of the office. “But we couldn’t find anything about him.”

Kennedy chuckled as he took a drag from his cigarette. “That man is a real ghost. That makes it perfect.”

“Did you buy him?” Leto asked.

“The owner was reluctant. After all, Dante is his cash cow. With the number of fights he won and the bets that were flooding in, the owner wouldn’t let him go easily. Let’s just say we settle for dual ownership.”

The fights in the club were almost a lost cause for a very long time. The owner couldn’t find a better fighter who could defend his winnings from one fight to another. Audiences became smaller and sponsors stopped showing up until Dante came into the spotlight. Now, the place was crawling with sponsors who wanted to have Dante for themselves. Kennedy couldn’t let that happen.

“That won’t stop other people from trying to get their hands on him.”

Kennedy looked at Celeste and Leto. “And that’s where you both coming in. Eliminate whoever tries to buy him.”