Knockout for the Wrong Man

Two fights left. Two more, and I'm done with Damon Pierce forever. The man who pulled me out of a back-alley brawl at eighteen. Put a ring on my finger. Made me the deadliest fighter in his underground cage.Seven years. Thirty-eight broken bones. Ninety-seven wins under his name.Tomorrow he marries her. I'm the one zipping her dress, kneeling at her feet, letting her practice her hooks on my ribs. What Damon doesn't know: his sweet little bride put my baby sister in the ICU.What I don't know yet: the last "favor" isn't a fight. It's my funeral.The Wraith always comes back swinging