"You wanted to see me."  

Valentine walked into Shaw's office. Hesitation in his voice as he spoke. His guard was up as well. Eyes darting about the room, looking at the two goons who stood watch. Shaw was sitting behind his desk. He motioned with his hand for him to come closer and to have a seat. 

He complied. 

"I have a deal I want to make with you." Smirked Shaw as he got up and adjusted his tie. 

On his desk was the original paperwork that Valentine had signed for him. Shaw picked the stack up, and he tossed it in the trash as he moved over beside Valentine. "I have a new one for you." 

This contact was only two pages long. Shaw placed a hand on the back of the chair he sat in and the other on his desk, propping him up as he leaned in close. Valentine pulled to the other side of the chair. He moved so that the back of his neck wasn't anywhere near Shaw's mouth. 

Shaw could hear as his heart started to pick up. The omega feared him. That's how he liked it to be. His scent no longer marked him, but he still felt that bond they made. He took a deep whiff of his chocolaty sweet scent before he rubbed his face against his. 

He marked him lightly. Shaw needed his scent on him. "I'm not going to bite. . . this time." He whispered a silent threat. 

"I just need you to sign this." He pointed at the paper, dropped his hand from the back of the chair to Valentine's shoulders, and laced his arm around him. "One simple fight and you're done." He tapped the paper again. "All I ask is for a KO." 

Simple right. A KO wasn't too much to ask. Valentine's hand shook as he reached out for the paper, reading over it just as he had the first time. Shaw had agreed to end his current agreement if he fought in one fight. A fight of his choice, of course, and he wanted a KO. Either from him or his opponent. The KO would be the final call of the match, with no ties. He was even going to throw in a small crash prize if Valentine was the winner. He planned to give him a small sum of the bets placed on the fight.

"Think of it as an award for winning. Some walking around cash for once you leave here. No more need to work jobs like this." Shaw spoke. He tried to make the deal sound more enticing than what it really was. 

Valentine stared at the paper for the longest time. It was just one fight he told himself he could handle it. He even thought, maybe Shaw would put him up against someone manageable if he wanted to make a good show of it. No one would want to pay for a fight that lasted one punch. 

The one fight sounded a whole lot better than another year of this. He wasn't sure he'd be able to make it another year here the more he had thought about it. Once Zac was gone, he'd have no one to talk to or be on his side. Even if Zac fell into the grey area most of the time. He found comfort in knowing that there was at least someone here he could talk to. 

Valentine was unsure if the others would turn in his favor once Zac was out of the picture. Shaw breathed down the back of his neck. Another threatening act on his part made it feel like he was going to mark him again. It was also another good swing to make him a sign. 

"Just the one fight. KO, nothing more?" Valentine needed to know he would make it out of the ring alive.

"KO is all that I ask, but you know how some people get once they're in the ring." He paused, "But that's what I have my men for." He motioned to the goons. "I'll have them stop it if things get too crazy." 

Shaw groaned, "You'd be my first omega in the ring. " His tone filled with a new sense of excitement. "I'm sure that will intensify the entire room." 

Oh, he knew it would. Shaw had thought about it before a few times. Having an omega night, but there weren't many takers in these parts. Omega's worked better as waiters and marking as forbidden fruits than anything else. 

Shaw stroked Valentine's hair as he watched the black ink mark the paper. "Perfect."

The lump that had formed in his throat only grew bigger when Shaw motioned for the goons to take him back downstairs. He told them to not let him out of their sight till he was called for. 

"Your fights tonight, so you better get ready." Shaw laughed as the door of his office closed.