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haughtily at him, trying to get in his head.
    The bell rings, and I jab him with a left.
    The first strike and last, that’s all I care about. Everything in between doesn’t mean shit.
    I block a couple jabs and then hit him with a right and a sweep. He’s down.
    “Come on, motherfucker. If you want to be the champ, you better fight like one.”
    He hops up and spits blood on the ground. “I like to taste the first blood, whether it be from your weak-ass jab or from between a girl’s legs as I pop her little cherry.”
    He lands a left, and I shake it off.
    “Not many innocents hanging in your part of town.” I chuckle, fake a jab, and sweep him again. He’s down for only a moment before he grabs me, and then we both go down.
    “I had one all night long. Fuck, she’s been around for three nights,” he says as he pounds his fist into my ribs.
    “She’ll figure it out.” I plant my feet flat on the mat and end up on top.
    His left arm is pinned under my knee as he groans and grunts, trying to free it. I hit him three times in the face.
    “Her fucking accent kills me. Hot little Russian thing.”
    My stomach turns. All I can think about is Tatiana.
    “Looks like a little mouse, but you aren’t interested.” He takes the chance to hit me and pushes me off him.
    I jump up. “You’re playing a sick fucking game.”
    “Little Mouse loves to be devoured by the Cobra.”
    I dive on him, knocking him down. “She’s a kid,” I say as I pound his left side and then his right over and over.
    “She’s no fucking kid. She’s a little nymph. Can’t get enough of my dick,” he goads.
    With one hit to his jaw, he cries out. He crashes to the ground. The announcer starts the count.
    “One.”
    “Two.”
    I bounce around waiting.
    “Three.”
    Cobra moves and stands slowly. We dance around each other. His gaze is unfocused. The bell rings, and I am the victor of this round.
    Rage builds inside me more than ever before. “Where the fuck is she?” I storm toward him.
    “Corners!” the official snaps.
    “Fuck corners! Where the fuck is the girl?”
    “Where she wants to be. With a real man, a true champion, not some fucking piece-of-shit, womanizing, punk-ass—”
    The bell rings again, and I dive on him. I am fury and rage, and so is he.
    We meet each other blow for blow as we dance around the mat and dive. He doesn’t shut his mouth, but I am gonna make sure he does, permanently.
    His arms surround me, and we go to the ground once again. I swing my arm up and connect with the underside of his jaw, wanting to break it, then tear him apart. Then his finger pushes into my eye, and I get my feet planted as his other hand connects with my face. Hard.
    “Break it up!” the official screams as Cobra gets pulled off me.
    I push myself up, banged up pretty badly.
    “Where the fuck is your focus?” Kid screams at me as he squirts water in my face.
    When the metallic taste of my own blood fills my mouth, I lean left and spit, then look at my brothers. “Find her! Now!”
    “Get back,” I hear Kid growl. “No women.”
    “I just want to talk to him,” I hear her voice and stand up, pushing past Kid.
    I grab her shoulders and look her over. “He do this to you?” I rub my thumb over her swollen purple lip.
    She shakes her head as she takes in a breath.
    “He do this?” I rub my knuckles down her cheek, and tears fall from her eyes.
    She squeaks out, “No.”
    “Did he hurt you in any way, little one?” I push her chin up so she looks at me.
    She swallows hard and shakes her head again.
    “You fucking him?” I growl out.
    “You fucking his girl?” she snaps back. “Did you get married? Why does he call you player?”
    “No, fuck no, and he’s a dick,” I answer as the bell rings.
    “I don’t know if you’re telling the truth.”
    “You wouldn’t be standing here if you meant that.” I look at Hendrix. “She stays. Don’t let her leave.” I look back at her. “No one’s gonna hurt you