Beautiful disaster series books
“Welcome to the blood bath! If you are looking for Economics one-‐oh-‐one.you are in the wrong fucking place, my friend! If you seek The Circle, this is Mecca! My name is Adam, I make the rules and I call the fight. A man stood on a wooden chair, holding a wad of cash in one hand, the horn in the other. The noise startled me, and I jumped in reaction, looking for the source of the blast.
The sharp bleating of a bull horn cut through the smoky air. America grabbed his hand, and then mine as Shepley led us through the sea of people. “Stay close! It’ll get worse once it starts!” Shepley yelled over the noise.
Her broad smile gleamed even in the dim light. “Keep your cash in your wallet, Abby!” America called to me. I squeezed through the crowd, following close behind my best friend. Voices blurred as they yelled numbers and names back and forth, and arms flailed about, exchanging money and gestures to communicate over the noise. The stairs were crumbling, the rowdy patrons were shoulder to shoulder, and the air was a medley of sweat, blood and mold.
Everything in the room screamed that I didn’t belong.