Dane
"Seriously? You expect us to believe—" Chris started, but Dane broke in.
"So, it was real? Or is this just more of the game?"
Felix shook his head. "No game. I knew you were my best shot."
Dane shook his head, "I wasn't—"
"I can't believe you let him think he had anything to do with this," Chris interrupted him with a pointed look. "Own your wins, Dane. There's a lot of men in this town that will walk wide around you just because you took him down."
Felix nodded. "Listen to your brother."
Dane frowned. "Whatever. Look, we have to get out here, but you'll excuse me if I'm not eager to turn my back on you, Felix."
"No problem. I'd do the same. I'll go over here and keep my hands up and you guys get out and I'll take care of this when you're gone."
