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pile of limbs.
Deek groaned. Alive, thankfully, but he wasn’t getting up anytime soon.
There was a beat, an almost uncomfortable silence, and then the crowd erupted.
Chapter Seven
Natalie
The fighter we’d just met strutted around the ring as if he owned the place. Now that he had stripped out of his warm-up clothes, I could see just why all the women in the crowd were going crazy for him. He was big, but not bulky. His lean muscled torso hung off impossibly broad shoulders like a work of art.
A dense tattoo started at his midriff and wound its way in a spiral round and round his abdomen, coming to a stop between and below his shoulder blades. He had other, smaller, tattoos up and down both arms, but this one was something else. I couldn’t make out any of the details, but it looked incredibly intricate.
When he turned away from us, I noticed the beginnings of a nasty looking scar. A slash that ran from the small of his back, downwards underneath the waistband of his shorts. I couldn’t resist daydreaming what I might find if I slid those shorts down over his chiseled obliques.
Ugh. What was I thinking? Tattoos and scars and a fighter who was about to try and beat another man senseless in the name of entertainment. In theory, this just wasn’t my kind of man. In theory… but here I was, my heart beating so hard it felt as it were straining at my ribcage.
Then his eyes locked onto mine, and I felt my heart skip a beat. The crowd roared as he pressed two of his fingers to his lips, then pointed in my direction.
“Did he just point at me? Why did he point at me?” I asked.
Tommy shrugged, but he didn’t look happy, “Who knows. He’s just showing off. Watch him get his arrogant ass kicked now.”
“He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to…”
“To what?”
“To lose.”
Tommy grunted.
“Take a look around. He’s already lost. He’s a loser, they all are. They live out here in a slum like animals. For all the smug posturing, he might as well be a circus freak.”
The words hit me like a slap across the face. I tried to process what Tommy was saying.
“You said…”
“What?”
The crowd was getting louder as Hutch and his opponent stepped around each other, sizing each other up.
“You said you brought me here so I could see my own kind. Is that what you think of me? Am I a freak?”
“I can’t…”
Tommy shook his head and tapped his ear; I can’t hear you , avoiding the question entirely.
He obviously had an ulterior motive for bringing me here. Was he trying to teach me a lesson? Was I supposed to be humiliated? He’d been overcompensating all night. Flashing his cash around like it was going out of fashion. Maybe this wasn’t about me, but about him. Was I supposed to fall into his arms because he had money and the freaks we had come to watch fight didn’t?
There was something going on here. Something ugly that I wanted no part of. But whatever it was, whatever point he was trying to make, it wasn’t working. I felt excited. I felt alive in a way that I hadn’t felt for longer than I could remember, possibly ever.
My heart was pounding and I was surprised to find that I wanted to watch this savage man, this animal, this fighter. Even after our brief run-in, I could sense that he was something more than most men. Certainly more than Tommy.
Why did I want him? What the hell was wrong with me? There were too many questions. Questions I didn’t have any answers for. But the two men in the ring were already circling each other.
The fight went quickly, and I only had to cover my eyes once, at the end. When it was clear his opponent wasn’t getting up, the winner - Hutch, I reminded myself, his name is Hutch - raised his fists. The crowd went insane. I couldn’t help myself either. Caught up in the noise of the crowd, my body moved with the rest of the spectators and my fists pumped with the pulse of the mob.
Despite myself, I hoped that he would look over again at
Deek groaned. Alive, thankfully, but he wasn’t getting up anytime soon.
There was a beat, an almost uncomfortable silence, and then the crowd erupted.
Chapter Seven
Natalie
The fighter we’d just met strutted around the ring as if he owned the place. Now that he had stripped out of his warm-up clothes, I could see just why all the women in the crowd were going crazy for him. He was big, but not bulky. His lean muscled torso hung off impossibly broad shoulders like a work of art.
A dense tattoo started at his midriff and wound its way in a spiral round and round his abdomen, coming to a stop between and below his shoulder blades. He had other, smaller, tattoos up and down both arms, but this one was something else. I couldn’t make out any of the details, but it looked incredibly intricate.
When he turned away from us, I noticed the beginnings of a nasty looking scar. A slash that ran from the small of his back, downwards underneath the waistband of his shorts. I couldn’t resist daydreaming what I might find if I slid those shorts down over his chiseled obliques.
Ugh. What was I thinking? Tattoos and scars and a fighter who was about to try and beat another man senseless in the name of entertainment. In theory, this just wasn’t my kind of man. In theory… but here I was, my heart beating so hard it felt as it were straining at my ribcage.
Then his eyes locked onto mine, and I felt my heart skip a beat. The crowd roared as he pressed two of his fingers to his lips, then pointed in my direction.
“Did he just point at me? Why did he point at me?” I asked.
Tommy shrugged, but he didn’t look happy, “Who knows. He’s just showing off. Watch him get his arrogant ass kicked now.”
“He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to…”
“To what?”
“To lose.”
Tommy grunted.
“Take a look around. He’s already lost. He’s a loser, they all are. They live out here in a slum like animals. For all the smug posturing, he might as well be a circus freak.”
The words hit me like a slap across the face. I tried to process what Tommy was saying.
“You said…”
“What?”
The crowd was getting louder as Hutch and his opponent stepped around each other, sizing each other up.
“You said you brought me here so I could see my own kind. Is that what you think of me? Am I a freak?”
“I can’t…”
Tommy shook his head and tapped his ear; I can’t hear you , avoiding the question entirely.
He obviously had an ulterior motive for bringing me here. Was he trying to teach me a lesson? Was I supposed to be humiliated? He’d been overcompensating all night. Flashing his cash around like it was going out of fashion. Maybe this wasn’t about me, but about him. Was I supposed to fall into his arms because he had money and the freaks we had come to watch fight didn’t?
There was something going on here. Something ugly that I wanted no part of. But whatever it was, whatever point he was trying to make, it wasn’t working. I felt excited. I felt alive in a way that I hadn’t felt for longer than I could remember, possibly ever.
My heart was pounding and I was surprised to find that I wanted to watch this savage man, this animal, this fighter. Even after our brief run-in, I could sense that he was something more than most men. Certainly more than Tommy.
Why did I want him? What the hell was wrong with me? There were too many questions. Questions I didn’t have any answers for. But the two men in the ring were already circling each other.
The fight went quickly, and I only had to cover my eyes once, at the end. When it was clear his opponent wasn’t getting up, the winner - Hutch, I reminded myself, his name is Hutch - raised his fists. The crowd went insane. I couldn’t help myself either. Caught up in the noise of the crowd, my body moved with the rest of the spectators and my fists pumped with the pulse of the mob.
Despite myself, I hoped that he would look over again at
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