Kreg looked stunned as he stared at Stephen standing in front of him, breathing heavily in the middle of the office. For the first time since he had taken control of Game Changer Promotions, he felt something unfamiliar tighten in his chest. Fear. Not the distant, manageable kind that came from rival deals or negotiations gone wrong, but something far more immediate and visceral.
This was not a situation Kreg had ever imagined himself being in.
Those who wanted to rise in the world of boxing knew better than to cross him. They begged, negotiated, bribed, and pleaded, but none of them dared to threaten him directly. Anyone foolish enough to try usually learned very quickly who stood behind Kreg and the promotion he ran. The gangs. The syndicates. The silent hands that ensured problems disappeared before they ever reached his door.
And if that wasn't enough, then examples were made.
Chris had been one of those examples.
