Read Online Flow (The Beat and the Pulse #6) by Amity Cross - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Amity Cross
Ads: Link
still festering in my heart and twisted. I couldn’t believe he was trying to manipulate my weaknesses…and in thirty seconds or less, too. Talk about a pro.
I fully intended to go outside and calm myself down, but a hand curled around my arm just as I was about to push the door open.
“ Lori .”
This time, my name had an Irish twang to it, and the tension bled from my body. I let Hamish turn me around, and my gaze met his. Damn, his eyes were green. What was it about the Irish and the color green?
“Are you okay?” he asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. He must have been calling out, but my anger had put blinders on me.
“Yeah.”
“You gave that guy a good shower, huh?” His lips quirked as he stifled a grin.
I groaned. “You saw that?”
His grip tightened and so did the muscles between my thighs. “I’m fairly sure everyone saw that.”
“That guy was a douche,” I said, rolling my eyes. Hamish’s touch was becoming borderline inappropriate, so I shook him off.
His eyes narrowed, but he allowed me to step back. “You do know that if you have problems with anyone, I’m happy to sort them out for you. You know the types that hang in these parts. Sometimes, they only understand violence.”
“I know,” I replied, running my palms up and down my bare arms. I wasn’t cold. In fact, I was far from it. “I appreciate it.”
I found myself staring at him, trying to work out the puzzle behind his eyes. That was a pretty accurate description of Goblin. He was a five-thousand-piece puzzle, and I’d only put together the edges. The middle part was still mixed up and unknown. That was the hardest part of them all.
“Who was the guy?” Hamish asked after a moment of silent staring.
Taking a deep breath, I shrugged. “Some new fighter.” Some new fighter? Talk about hedging around the question.
Hamish frowned and glanced over his shoulder. “Really…”
“Really what?” I followed his gaze toward the bookies. The chalkboard was full of the new odds for the night, but I hadn’t taken any notice of who was up against who.
“Looks like the boss wants a show tonight,” he replied with a wink. “The big-timer returns, so they put him up against the favorite.”
“You mean you’re up against Storm?” My mouth dropped open for what felt like the millionth time that night, and my shift had only started an hour ago.
“Looks like I’ll get to teach the fucker a lesson in manners after all.”
Before I could formulate a coherent response, Hamish gave me a knee-weakening wink and sauntered off through the crowd.
Storm versus Goblin.
Past flame versus unobtainable crush of the present.
Fight of the century at two to one odds.
I had no words for that except holy shit .
9
Hamish
T he lesson I liked to teach the most was with my fists in the cage.
Storm was back and causing trouble already. I didn’t recognize the fucker until Lori said his name, but now I remembered him clear as day. He’d done okay for himself at The Underground, but he loved the spotlight too much. He never won enough fights here to satisfy his need for attention, so he’d set his sights further afield. He’d gone to fight in the UFC in America, and the moment he’d walked out of those doors, everyone forgot him.
Thinking about Josie and her constant pushing to get me into the AUFC, I shook my head. Ten-second fights with referees and television cameras. Soft ass wankers. I didn’t want that. I wasn’t made to fight like that even with all the shit I had to deal with at home.
Storm had probably dropped a great deal of the things that made a fighter great at The Underground, which meant tonight was going to be the most fun I’d had in a very long time. Manners were going to be taught, but he was also going to be shown exactly where he was in the pecking order. On the bottom where he belonged.
Chuckling to myself as I relived the moment Lori had doused the little asswipe with soda water, I began to mentally
I fully intended to go outside and calm myself down, but a hand curled around my arm just as I was about to push the door open.
“ Lori .”
This time, my name had an Irish twang to it, and the tension bled from my body. I let Hamish turn me around, and my gaze met his. Damn, his eyes were green. What was it about the Irish and the color green?
“Are you okay?” he asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. He must have been calling out, but my anger had put blinders on me.
“Yeah.”
“You gave that guy a good shower, huh?” His lips quirked as he stifled a grin.
I groaned. “You saw that?”
His grip tightened and so did the muscles between my thighs. “I’m fairly sure everyone saw that.”
“That guy was a douche,” I said, rolling my eyes. Hamish’s touch was becoming borderline inappropriate, so I shook him off.
His eyes narrowed, but he allowed me to step back. “You do know that if you have problems with anyone, I’m happy to sort them out for you. You know the types that hang in these parts. Sometimes, they only understand violence.”
“I know,” I replied, running my palms up and down my bare arms. I wasn’t cold. In fact, I was far from it. “I appreciate it.”
I found myself staring at him, trying to work out the puzzle behind his eyes. That was a pretty accurate description of Goblin. He was a five-thousand-piece puzzle, and I’d only put together the edges. The middle part was still mixed up and unknown. That was the hardest part of them all.
“Who was the guy?” Hamish asked after a moment of silent staring.
Taking a deep breath, I shrugged. “Some new fighter.” Some new fighter? Talk about hedging around the question.
Hamish frowned and glanced over his shoulder. “Really…”
“Really what?” I followed his gaze toward the bookies. The chalkboard was full of the new odds for the night, but I hadn’t taken any notice of who was up against who.
“Looks like the boss wants a show tonight,” he replied with a wink. “The big-timer returns, so they put him up against the favorite.”
“You mean you’re up against Storm?” My mouth dropped open for what felt like the millionth time that night, and my shift had only started an hour ago.
“Looks like I’ll get to teach the fucker a lesson in manners after all.”
Before I could formulate a coherent response, Hamish gave me a knee-weakening wink and sauntered off through the crowd.
Storm versus Goblin.
Past flame versus unobtainable crush of the present.
Fight of the century at two to one odds.
I had no words for that except holy shit .
9
Hamish
T he lesson I liked to teach the most was with my fists in the cage.
Storm was back and causing trouble already. I didn’t recognize the fucker until Lori said his name, but now I remembered him clear as day. He’d done okay for himself at The Underground, but he loved the spotlight too much. He never won enough fights here to satisfy his need for attention, so he’d set his sights further afield. He’d gone to fight in the UFC in America, and the moment he’d walked out of those doors, everyone forgot him.
Thinking about Josie and her constant pushing to get me into the AUFC, I shook my head. Ten-second fights with referees and television cameras. Soft ass wankers. I didn’t want that. I wasn’t made to fight like that even with all the shit I had to deal with at home.
Storm had probably dropped a great deal of the things that made a fighter great at The Underground, which meant tonight was going to be the most fun I’d had in a very long time. Manners were going to be taught, but he was also going to be shown exactly where he was in the pecking order. On the bottom where he belonged.
Chuckling to myself as I relived the moment Lori had doused the little asswipe with soda water, I began to mentally
Similar Books
