To Nathan Hunt, honesty is anything but the best policy. Telling the truth has earned him nothing but heartache and pain, so lying about who he is and what he wants seems to be the only path to job security and friends. Hell, it even brings him a hollow kind of happiness.<br><br>Except that's not much of a life for anyone. Desperate to cure his self-made misery, Nathan agrees to go along with a con that will score enough cash for Nathan to start over. There's just one problem: lying is getting harder by the day. And a con who can't lie, is a con who gets caught.<br><br>Nathan's attempts to distract himself from his moral quandary lead him to a mysterious, intoxicating man named Fury, a mixed martial arts fighter who knows a thing or two about lies and pasts better left dead and buried. Together, they undertake a journey that proves honesty is more dangerous and more difficult than either of them could have imagined. And as they combat addiction, thugs, guns, and inner demons, Nathan and Fury can only hope that their battle to be together is worth the bitter fight.

Fight

Nathan kneaded the steering wheel, driving slowly down Western Avenue. He shouldn’t have come out tonight. He’d pulled long hours at work, he’d slept for shit, and Laura still hadn’t called. It was beginning to annoy and worry Nathan, the lack of contact, and he’d caught himself digging around in his dresser drawers looking for pills. Nathan didn’t know what was more disturbing: that he was already jonesing and it’d only been a few days, that he was jonesing on a weeknight, or that it’d been an unconscious act to search for the drugs. None of the above was good.


So Nathan had opted for distraction and gone out. Maybe it would do him some good. A few hours staring at sweaty, grunting men pummeling each other for the fun and skill of it sounded like a winning strategy for not thinking about the approaching engagement party, Laura, work, lies, deals, or drugs. Maybe he could even find a seriously dark alleyway to get blown or—


Chapter 12