A/N Turns out the chapter wasn't up as quick as I thought it would be, I've been busy clearing out my old house and I just haven't had the time. But here it is, as well as my first character courtesy of one of my reviewers. So a big congrats to TMI! She put so much thought into her character and it was such a great idea, I know at the moment you only get a glimpse of her character but she will be popping up more and more. Also have a few other characters coming thanks to my reviewers. You guys rock!

Chapter 8

Max's POV

Okay I admit that being around Fang seemed to annoy me to the point I wanted to break his pretty straight nose, and yes I know I am violent and I have issues, and that is not the way a girl should normally react to a rich good-looking boy helping her, but that's me. Deal with it. I have never been the one to fit the status quo. Which is why I am using that excuse, for the reason why when he tried to help me walk back into the house with the support of an arm around my waist, I kept shoving him off with threats of bodily harm? Not because I had never had a gentle hand touch me before and it freaked me out.

"Will you quit doing that? If you want to fall down the stairs, crack your head and die, let me know so I can arrange for your funeral." Fang snapped as we stopped in the foyer of his house.

I glared up at his stairs that looked cold and hard, the cool wood of it child my toes, and with my shaking limbs I knew it would be a challenge to conquer. Thank god I wasn't still in those awful heels.

"I don't need your help, I can walk up the stairs perfectly fine on my own." To prove my point I stepped away from him and mounted the first step. I did pretty well, till I was on the fourth and my bruised leg gave as I bent the knee, causing me to sprawl flat faced on the stairs. I turned my face to avoid breaking my nose, gaining a solid crack as my skull hit met the wood.

Quickened steps stopped near my shoulder. "Damn it, why won't you let me help you. You're obviously not fine, and you keep moving your arm, it's not even in the socket!"

Fang's ranting, complaining voice was really starting to irritate me, and for his information I wasn't moving my arm, it was out of socket and loose and useless to me, it was just swinging with my momentum so HA! There really was no HA, I was in a horrible state, and I felt rotten, too many hits to the head probably, my vision kept swimming and narrowing.

"Just leave me here, I'll sleep it off and when I have energy I'll crawl up the stairs." I mumbled into the floor.

I hissed as arms grabbed me and hauled me up, the world tilted as I found myself at an angle, laying in Fang's arms as he carried me up the steps.

To cover up how awkward I felt and the fact that I doubted I had the strength to resist him I went for sarcasm. "What kind of mafia, fight ring running jerk has a medical room on the second floor? What if you have your legs blown off, or something equally extreme and can't get up the stairs to the med kit?"

Fang closed his eyes and seemed to be collecting his patience, thoughts or counting to a hundred before he answered. "We have two, one on the top and bottom floor. But the Russian you took on is getting treated in there till the doctor comes. I will not have you in the same room with that man."

I narrowed my eyes. "Why? Afraid I won't be able to defend myself?"

Fang blinked at me. "No, more like he won't be able to and then he'll end up in a coma."

I smiled at that, blinked, and the next thing I knew I was lying on a bed, well when I say bed I mean more of a cot, the type you find in doctors surgery rooms and hospitals. I twisted my head around and looked around at the pale yellow walls, the sink and cabinets, and frowned. I must've dazed out for a while.

Fang stood from crouching near a cabinet and walked to my side setting down a med kit. What really set me on edge was the needle he took out from a sealed wrapper.

I clenched my good fist. "You try sticking that in me and you will find yourself locked in another small contained space again."

Fang glared at me. "It's painkiller, cause I need to put your arm in and that's going to kill, as well as you seem to need stitches on some cuts, you're in pain anyway no matter what, internal bruises, cracked or possible broken bones. This will make you feel better."

I shoved the needle away as it neared me. "No, I had drugs, of any kind. I can handle the pain but you try sticking that in me and you will be my enemy for life. Trust me on this."

He stared at me and I stared right back, the silence stretched. Eventually he put the needle down and shook his head as he started cleaning my wounds.

"Thank you." I said and I meant it.

I avoided his searching look and stared at the wall by my side as he checked my wounds and even started to stitch some shut, his fingers were light and nimble, showing he'd done this plenty of times before.

I had meant what I had set, I hated drugs, of any sort. I refused to even take painkillers for headaches. It was an affect that had stayed with me since I was five, one bad accident of Mum flipping out, leaving her drugs around and getting mixed in my food and well….I spent a nice few weeks in hospital, she had spun some lie about a friend babysitting me and her giving me the drugs. I don't know how she'd done it, but she'd found a way to keep social services off my back and keep me with her. Ever since I stayed away from drugs, afraid the slightest wrong thing could happen, it was why I picked up after her to make sure the kids didn't have the same accident.

"Right Max I need to out your arm in, can you sit up?"

I gritted my teeth and pushed myself up straight, Fang's arm rested on my back, and before I could say something witty he grabbed my arm and stretched it out in front of me, keeping it straight he pulled it and lifted it, then his hands shifted quickly to whack my shoulder, he twisted the blade sharply and I felt a grinding pain as I heard a click.

My breath rushed out of my lungs as a string of curses flew out of my mouth.

"Holy mackerels that hurt." I finally panted.

Fang started putting his kit away. I finally took a good look at him and my eyebrows puckered. "How did you get out? You're not so strong you can break metal padlocks."

"No, but I am strong enough to break planks of wood. For the record you didn't have to do that."

I raised my eyebrows. "Uh, yeah I did. You were going to try and get me fired from your dad."

Fang glared at me as he helped me swing my legs over the side of eth cot. "Well I think it's pretty damn clear you don't belong here. That fight was intense, hell your still in school. You shouldn't be doing this."

I shoved him back with my good arm, even though my arm was back in socket it still hurt to move it, the poor muscles were probably torn. "Did you miss the part of the fight where I won? And of course they're intense that what the fights about, this isn't minor league, these are the worldwide fighters, it's where the big bucks are. Oh and another thing, stop interfering with my business!" I snapped.

I didn't like the look on his face, he was too quiet his mind was working on something. And I had a damn good feeling it involved me, hopefully that fight had sealed the deal with Lucas, no way would he toss me aside, no matter what Fang said, because I had just upped his fighters reputations with my little demonstration.

But Fang could screw up my entire life….yet could I blame him for being a decent person? Not many people saw what was wrong with these fights. Simply that they were more concerned with betting and winning, I knew what I was doing was wrong, an exploitation of my rights, illegal, but I had no other choice, not if I wanted to keep my family together and not put them through the process of having their lives ripped up by the state. Fang didn't know that, he was just being a good person, something I had little practice with. And that didn't even matter, that was the sad part of this.

"Tell Lucas to have the car come around and drop me off home, I need to get back for my brother and sister."

Fang shook his head. "I'll drive you."

As if that settled the matter he helped me to my feet and walked to the door, as he opened it I saw a girl walking down the hall towards us. I knew she didn't belong here simply by looking at her, she wore jeans instead of a dress with a simple black tank top and trainers. What was odd about her more so were the fact she was wearing silver and black headphones that hung around her neck, her nails matched the headphones. She didn't belong with the scene downstairs, otherwise she'd be in a dress.

Fang smiled. "KJ glad Nudge could get a hold of you."

KJ, who seemed only about fourteen yet didn't seem to care if anyone was older, shrugged. "I was back talking one of the governors. I wasn't hard to find, she just followed the noise."

Her hazel eyes turned to me and her face clearly showed disapproval. "I saw your fight, nice moves, but I still don't get why your fighting for these pig headed bas-"

"KJ chill." Fang said cutting her off.

I narrowed my eyes at her as I stepped away from Fang to stand on my own two feet. "It's none of your business KJ, so back off."

KJ looked at me then Fang, and then back to me, she chuckled and flicked her brown ponytail over her shoulder. "Oh damn girl, but you see, it is now my business. Because no matter how much you kick and scream, I am going to help you whether you like it or not."

That was the moment I realised my life was going to get a whole lot messier, KJ, a girl who held herself like a fighter yet was no older than Ella, looked at me with such intensity I knew she would be harder to shake off than a Pit-bull. I turned to the one person who I held responsible for the mess tonight.

Fang blinked innocently at me. "What?"

A/N okay guys there you go, next chapter may be a bit late, I have an assignment to do all next week so I might find it hard to take some time out to write so it may be here in two weeks instead of one. Also I hope I portrayed KJ right, her character will advance and I love her attitude and entire personality. Thanks to the awesome TMI!