"And you?"
"Seems like Tommy's trying to join the big leagues"
What? Oh fuck, seems tonight couldn't get any crazier.
I finally get my match with some cocky asshole and now my ex is fighting too!
CHAPTER TWO
"You sure you’re good?"
"Quit asking Jake I don't need you babying me, I'm going up top to watch with West."
He stares down at me, like he magically expects me to start acting like a girl and back out of my fight. I think that’s what he wants me to do and it's times like this that I wonder if he even knows me at all.
"I'll change when we get back, have fun."
That earns me a wink. I never say good luck, it's not luck we need its skill and a love for grappling.
I head out and towards the stairs, the ground floor consists of the rings, a dance floor, limited seating and 2 bars. Upstairs is barely held together with metal piping working as a barrier for the wrap around, holding perfect views over the rings below.
It helps that the bar is quieter up here too. I take up my usual spot, dead center with a perfect view of both rings. I should probably pay more attention to Jake's fight tonight, especially if Tommy's here, but my spot sees all angles and access points. I feel in control with my viewpoint and that's my priority. I grab a water from the bartender, and I manage a small smile to say thanks. It's busy tonight, even up here, and I can hear the group of men to my right discussing the rumors that there's a girl on the roster. They think its easy money against Steele, I can't wait to prove them wrong.
I hear the bell sound and Murphy announces the next two fights.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it seems we've got ourselves a lovers' tiff spotlight tonight. Ring One's set for our classic Jefferson and Holmes and an extra special tonight in Ring Two we have Jake Blois and Tommy Mack, show them what you've got boys. Who knows, one of you might even end up with the girl eventually.”
"Is he fucking serious?" I look to West for answers, who just gives me a knowing smirk and turns back to ring two.
Like it’s obvious.
Maybe it is, I see how Jake looks my way, but he just likes the idea of me. Whenever I'm truly myself, like tonight, ready to fight, he wants to change me and I'm never going to do that.
Tommy on the other hand, I couldn't care less. We split a little over a month ago when I walked in on him with Tiffany, the town whore, fucking on the sofa. I didn't even feel saddened by it. I mean the sex was average and he was convenient, but I didn't have any feelings for him. I ended it and refused his apologies because nobody disrespects me like that.
I'm not taking that shit. Ever. Especially when his lame ass excuse was because I was always too busy for him. No thanks, he was useful for getting off, but I can do that myself all the same with no expectations.
I’ve decided I’m not a one-man kind of girl anyway. I want a variety of dick, like a chocolate selection box. No commitments, just fun.
The bell sounds and the first rounds start, Jefferson and Holmes are dancing around each other. Naturally, I barely pay them any mind. They can predict each other's moves too much for there to be any actual entertainment.
Turning my eyes to Jake and Tommy the tension between them is palpable and I can't help but roll my eyes. This fight is more like a pissing contest and I don't have the energy to watch it unfold.
Bored with them already, I take in the rest of the warehouse below. My eyes catch on the main doors opening and a group of five men walk in together scanning the warehouse. Something seems off, like they're looking for someone.
It doesn't help that they’re all dressed identically in black, matching shaved heads and sunglasses on with a red emblem on their hoodies. I see Murphy approach them and they greet each other. I watch the scene before me for a few more moments when the first-round bell halts my attention.
Glancing back to the ring I notice blood on the mat, lifting my gaze higher I see it’s coming from Tommy. Looks like Jake got him with a mean hook. His left eye is already swelling, and the blood is coming from his nose.
I look back towards the entrance but no one’s there now.
I cut my eyes back to the ring keeping my face blank, to see the second round has started and Jake already has Tommy backed up against the cage. Pounding him repeatedly. Unwilling to relent.
Tommy is barely on his feet, and it looks as though Jake is ready to end this. He pulls his right arm back and delivers the final blow, forcing Tommy to the mat. The referee has seen enough and is calling time.
Tommy doesn't move for a minute while Jake looks straight at me, seeking my approval. I mean he thinks he's fighting for my honor, but I don’t need his help. I can feel Tommy's eyes on me trying to gain my attention too, but I'm not wasting my time.
With their fight called, I make my way back to the locker room so I can prepare myself and get changed. I can feel the buzz inside me ramping up knowing it’s closer to my turn. I'm beyond ready for this, I’ve been training since I was a child. The want for it is suffocating. I need to get in that ring now.
Back in the dressing room, I’m not alone but I prepare myself like I am. West and Riggs are changing while Jake hits the showers.
Grabbing my gym bag that West threw down earlier, I keep to the corner opting for as much privacy as
