Tuck was pretty deep undercover. He was wearing some fancy clothes he had borrowed from his son, and he felt like a fucking knobend wanker, but he had to appear like a rich arsehole if he was going to pull this off. The information Will had slipped them all seemed to indicate that the leaders of the fighting ring would be at the fight tonight, and Tuck had glasses which he could take digital images with - thanks to Ben. That was the last bit of the puzzle before Michael could act and start to close this entire thing down.
All Tuck needed to do was get a photo of as many of the leaders as he could.
He filed in and sat in the spectator seats, feeling sick to his stomach about all of this. Somewhere down there, was the man he loved more than anything. Tuck couldn’t even speak to him or let him know how close they were. All he could do was try to get his pictures as quickly as possible so they could get Will out of this place. Tuck couldn’t imagine the state Will would be in, though he was going to see for himself soon enough.
So he placed his bets with money provided by Michael, and he felt disgusted every second. But the betting booth was closer to what looked like a spectator box from which the owners of this godforsaken place watched the fights from. He was so busy focusing on getting his photos, he didn’t even see the first fight start.
Down below, Elijah sat beside Will, his heart in his throat. “That’s Dom,” he whispered, just in case Will didn’t know which one Dom was. Dom was looking Will up and down, sizing him up. He grinned, though there was no friendliness in the expression and Elijah scowled at him.