Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Without warning, Hellraiser lashes out, not bothering to wait for some kind of official signal to start the fight, but I suppose there’s none of that shit here in the Underground. His fist flies close to my face and I spring back, narrowly missing my jaw being shattered. I have to give it to him, this bastard really is quick.
He smirks at me as if his deadly secret has been revealed and I should suddenly be shaking in my boots, but I’ve got a few secrets of my own.
Hellraiser pushes forward, but I won’t let him make a fool of me. Especially not with Charli in the crowd. I match his advance and let him have it, my fists striking out like fucking lightning. He springs back but seems put off, so I use that to my advantage and nail the kid in the gut, following it up with a quick combination. Jab, cross, knee, repeat.
It’s almost like a game. The adrenaline pulsing through my veins has me ready to face down anything. Add that to the fact Charli hasn’t been able to tear her eyes off me, and I’m feeling good. A-fucking-mazing.
We get well into the fight and I’ve barely broken a sweat, dancing around him like it’s nothing more than a warm-up. Hell, I’m almost fucking pissed he hasn’t given me a good fight. The second I saw Charli, my game plan shifted with my new number one goal being to impress her, and damn it, I’m hardly able to do that with this guy.
Hellraiser attempts to fight back, but he’s worn down way too quickly, using all his energy in a bid to intimidate me. Rookie error.
“Quit playing with him,” Cole scolds from the side, his voice roaring over the sound of the enthusiastic crowd.
I smirk at the kid, taking note of the sweat dripping through the center of his brows, his busted lip, and that ferocious scowl as he realizes he severely underestimated me. I almost feel bad finishing him so quickly. The kid hardly got a chance to impress anyone, which will not benefit the rest of his competitions, but I came here to do a job and build a reputation. From this point on, no one will doubt my skill, and no one will enter my fucking ring as cocky as this idiot had.
Knowing I need to get this done, I swallow my morals and finish him. My fist comes up and springs out like a fucking freight train, clocking the bastard at his temple.
Hellraiser goes down like a sack of shit.
A guy comes rushing into the center of the ring and grabs my wrist, holding it high above my head and speaking into a microphone. “Winner by KO—The Widow Maker.”
Ahh, fuck. There’s that ridiculous name again.
The crowd cheers as I look up into the stands, focusing on that piercing stare I felt every second throughout the fight. Charli watches me with a ferocious hunger in her eyes, and it almost brings me to my knees, much faster than Hellraiser ever could. Those soft blue eyes flame as she takes me in, her bottom lip disappearing between her teeth, and I know without a doubt those delectable thighs are clenching together, desperately trying to relieve the throbbing ache between them.
Her need has me wanting to do all sorts of wicked things to her, especially when the blush creeps over her cheeks, realizing she’s been caught.
God, she’s so fucking gorgeous.
Unable to help myself, a smirk pulls across my lips, but I don’t get to watch her for long before Cole, Luke, and Jace are tackling me to the blood-soaked ground. “I knew you could fucking do it,” Luke roars, grabbing me by the shoulders and shaking me with excitement.
Cole claps me on the back, a wide grin taking over his whole fucking face. He doesn’t say a word, but he doesn’t need to. The words fuck yeah are practically stamped across his forehead.
The boys drag me out of the ring while Jace reminds me of the five grand I’ve just won. But none of it matters to me right now.
She does.
Not wanting her to slip away before I get a chance to talk to her, I look back over my shoulder just as that asshole from earlier throws his arm over her petite shoulder again, wrapping the rest of his arm around the front of her neck, keeping her pinned against him. He starts dragging her toward the exit and panic flashes in her blue eyes as she tries to pry him off, her gaze flicking around as if searching me out, desperate for help.
“Hey,” I call to Cole, trying to get his attention back from his friends. He turns with a raised brow, and I don’t hesitate. “I got to go. Can you grab the money?” I ask as my eyes flick back toward Charli, tracking their every step.