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

“Kid, you have no idea.” For some reason, Nathan started to laugh again, and he slumped to the ground. He missed a patio lounge and landed on his ass, but he barely felt it. The kid chose that moment to flee. Good riddance to him.


Nathan bent his knees and rested his head on them, wheezing for air. He tried to put his glass down, and the base broke. A shard cut his hand, and the rest of the glass rolled away with a dull clatter. Blood welled in the cut under his thumb, and it spilled in a fascinating sync to the pulse at his wrist.


Nathan didn’t feel drunk. Or he didn’t feel only drunk. He felt numb. Scattered. Broken. He sort of liked it, though, sitting alone, chanting his own version of prayer to the gods of destruction. Please oh please, let him stay in the cold, dark place where he didn’t feel anything. Reality was harsh, bright, and rough, but this was cloudy, soft, and gentle.


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