"No." Skater said, balling up his right hand again. "She’s the reason you’re going down." His fist exploded on the big man’s jaw. "I wanted you to know that. For me, this wasn’t about money." Before Skater could swing again, something slammed into the right side of his face. Hot, bright pain went nova in his right eye, and the sticky warmth of blood cascaded down his cheek, already soaking into the material over his shoulder. Nausea reared up inside him, twisting like a beheaded snake. He struggled to remain on his feet.