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Chapter 14
Creed didn't speak again until they were three blocks from the school, back inside the anonymity of ordinary traffic and ordinary pedestrians."Say it," Riker said. "Whatever you're thinking.""I'm thinking about who inside the Iron Vow would have reason to talk to a faction that isn't Thorne's." Creed's voice had gone very quiet, very controlled — the specific stillness Riker now recognized as Creed's version of fury. "And I'm thinking about how few people know the details of your situation well enough to hand them to someone else. Your custody case. Iris's school. That's not information that leaks by accident.""Sable knows.""Sable recruited you into structure, not information. He wouldn't know about the school unless I told him, and I didn't." Creed's eyes moved over the street without seeming to look at anything. "The men who know about your case are the men who were in the room when I discussed your progress. Dex. Reyes. Myself."Riker said nothing, letting the silence do its ow
Chapter 13
Riker was already reaching for his jacket when Creed's hand caught his arm."Where," Creed said. Not a question."Denton. Sandra's house.""To do what?""Make sure she's safe. Make sure Iris is safe." Riker pulled against the grip. Creed didn't let go, and the strength in it surprised him — a reminder that whatever Creed had once been in a ring, he was still considerable. "That note isn't a maybe, Creed. That's a man telling me he knows where my daughter sleeps.""And if you show up at Sandra's door at eleven at night, unannounced, three days after a custody hearing that already went against you on the question of your stability—" Creed's voice stayed level, but there was an edge under it now, deliberate and hard "—what do you think that does to your case? What do you think Thorne's people would do with a police report describing an ex-convict showing up at his ex's home outside supervised hours?"Riker stopped pulling.The words landed with the particular weight of things that were c
Chapter 12
Riker was on the heavy bag by five-thirty, before the sun had fully committed to the morning.He hadn't slept more than two hours. What sleep he'd gotten had been shallow and interrupted, his mind running the same loop — Thorne's stillness, the man in the suit's measured voice, custody matters involving unusually talented fighters — until he'd finally given up and come downstairs in the dark.He hit the bag like it owed him something.No structure. No footwork drills. Just weight behind every strike, the chain rattling against its mount, his knuckles absorbing damage he didn't fully register. Somewhere in his chest a pressure had been building since the corridor last night, and the bag was the only place he knew how to put it.He didn't hear Sable come in."Stop."Riker's fist connected once more before the word registered. He turned, breathing hard, sweat already soaking through his shirt.Sable stood a few feet back, arms crossed, reading him with the same flat attention he brought
Chapter 11
Riker made it four steps before Creed's hand closed on his shoulder.Not gently. A grip built to stop forward motion, applied by a man who understood exactly how much force that required."Stop," Creed said."He just threatened my daughter.""He implied something about your daughter." Creed's voice was low, controlled, but underneath it Riker could hear the same tightness he'd seen in his face a moment ago. "There's a difference, and the difference matters more than you understand right now."Riker turned. Up close Creed's composure had a visible cost to it — the stillness of a man actively containing something rather than simply possessing it."Explain it to me," Riker said. "Fast.""Not here." Creed's eyes moved once toward the arena floor, where the crowd was dispersing into the north district night, then back. "The car. Now."They didn't speak until the vehicle pulled out of the depot's parking area and onto the empty avenue beyond it. Creed sat rigid in the passenger seat, jaw se
Chapter 10
The Sanctioned League facility occupied what had once been a freight depot in the north district — three stories of brick and steel repurposed so thoroughly that only the bones remained recognizable. Riker stepped out of the car Creed had arranged and stood for a moment taking in the scale of it.Nothing marked the building from the street. But the parking area behind it held forty vehicles, several of them the kind of quiet, expensive machinery that didn't announce its price so much as assume everyone already knew it."Hector's could fit in the lobby," Riker said."Hector's could fit in the coat check," Creed said, and walked toward the entrance without waiting to see if the joke landed.Inside, the transformation was complete.A proper arena occupied the depot's central floor — a sunken combat circle ringed by tiered seating that could hold perhaps three hundred people, filling now with a crowd that carried itself with an entirely different register than Hector's Thursday regulars.
Chapter 9
The week before the first sanctioned bout had a specific texture.Riker had felt it before — the particular compression of days when something significant was approaching, the way time simultaneously slowed and accelerated, every training session carrying more weight than its technical content. He'd felt it before fights that mattered. Before the sentencing hearing. The night before he walked out of Creekmore.His body knew how to live inside that feeling. Had been doing it his whole life.What was new was the environment around it.The Iron Vow's culture revealed itself in layers — each one requiring more time and attention to read than the last. The surface layer was simple: train hard, speak with your performance, respect rank. Clean, functional, easy to understand.Below that was something more complex.Riker noticed it first on Monday — three days after the court hearing — when he arrived at the morning session to find the training floor reconfigured. The mats pushed back. The ri
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