Bianca walked into the Club with St Just, holding his arm as she kept up with him.

“It is an important fight, pet,” St Just had said earlier, as he expertly piloted the car and they stepped out. The dark shroud of night had fallen and she gave a shiver as they walked to the entrance of the large club named, appropriately, Shangri-La.

”Important because it has always been O’Grady’s dream to have a Fight Club of his own.”

She had looked at St Just in horror and he ...