Strangely enough, that was what I felt like. Like I was standing in the middle of unknown territory, and I did not know what would happen next.

"Ella, I will come with you if that is what you want." Chase said while turning to me.

I shook my head as I thought about the repercussions if Stone saw me with him.

"Thanks." I made myself say and then I got out of the car. I then slammed the door shut and added "Dickhead."

The shoes on my feet started to fill with sand from the small holes in the converse as I made my way along the sand. I huffed at the discomfort and took off a shoe and then the other before I held them both in one hand.

I made it to the back of the crowd before they all started cheering. I was not tall enough to see over the people in front's shoulder. Even when I stood on my tiptoes.

However, I did hear a familiar voice silence the crowd with a few words.

Whatever Brennan had said seemed important, but I could not be sure as it was in Latin "Ave Caesar morituri te salutant!"

I looked around to try and find a way around the people but there was nowhere to go. The crowd was massive.

My eyes then fell on something that could help me. More specifically someone.

The red-haired tattoo artist and the one Stone was on the phone to when I was in the Armstrong's bathroom, was standing among the crowd.

They are on to us. I remembered the conversation. It clicked that he was probably meaning the police. The cops were onto them about their fight club.

"Reed!" I called

At my voice, he almost snapped his neck to track me.

He rushed over to me as soon as he saw me while he raised his voice over the crowd "How did you find out?"

An unamused laugh left me as I asked, "Do you not think it is overdue that I find out?"

"Who brought you here, Ella?"

"Chase." I answered.

Reed's eyes widened so much that they were almost bigger than the lenses of his glasses as he spluttered out "A boy?"

I nodded unapologetically.

"Do not tell Stone that." Reed instructed, "This might be gladiator themed, but we do not actually intend on killing anybody."

"I will cut to the chase." I said before realising my pun. I might have laughed if I was not so livid "Chase told the police about this."

His response was to laugh "The cops already know. They have tried to shut us down already—"

"No. You do not get it." I argued, "They know about the betting system."