being kicked out had proved beneficial for milo. no longer was he confined to the small town in which he lived. while he had debated for the longest time as to whether he should contact his father, a house in the south of france was appealing, the boy had settled for backpacking around europe.Â
it hadnât been glamorous, or even pleasant at times, but heâd be lying if he said it wasnât the best time of his life. eventually, milo finds himself in london. while the nightclubs and bars were fun, the teen quickly developed a taste for the underground fighting scene. watching muscled men beat eachother senseless? yes please!
he canât remember the otherâs name, only that he had won his last fight, and that he wasnât awful to look at (like some of the fighters there). a charming smile spreads across his lips as he slides into the booth where the man sits alone, setting two bottles of beer down on the table between them and leaning back against the wall behind him.
â thought that maybe you could do with a drink. â
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