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

They turned onto Blackstock Avenue and passed under a series of overpasses so dense it may as well have been a tunnel. People shuffled along the sidewalk that wove past old buildings, run-down houses, and fenced industrial lots full of trucks and heavy equipment. Nathan knew this part of town reasonably well because there were some creative agencies hidden in renovated lofts between condemned buildings. They weren’t that far from the Old City or downtown, but the Keep Our Town Beautiful Society or whatever it was called hadn’t quite made it over here yet.


Fury turned onto an unmarked side road, and the truck bounced over railroad tracks. They swept left and onto gravel instead of broken pavement, and ahead of them was a squat, dingy, commercial building. There was one visible door, and next to it sat a man in a suit and hat on a stool underneath a single light. He was reading a magazine.


Chapter 18