Trouble in the Fight Club

"Victor invited us to a fight? Seriously?" Claudia stared at the text message on her phone, her perfectly sculpted eyebrows raised in a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "What is this, some kind of underground Fight Club situation? Should we be expecting Brad Pitt to show up and tell us the first rule of fight club is you do not talk about fight club?"

"A fight?" Blair's lips curved into a slow smile, the adrenaline already buzzing in her veins. The thought of a raw, visceral display of strength, the clash of wills, the raw energy of the underground fight scene… it appealed to a part of her she usually kept carefully hidden beneath a veneer of sophistication and control. "Well, this is certainly… different. I'm in."