ALL OUT DOMINATION
BELFORD BOYS BOOK THREE
SCARLETT OAKLEY
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
EPILOGUE
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ONE
DYLAN
It was good to be back in the ring. I reveled in the sound of the crowd around me, not bothering to pay attention to who they were cheering for. It was too early in the tournament for most of them to know who they wanted to see win. Still, it felt good to hear the noise as I sized up my opponent.
It had been a while since my last fight, but I was feeling stronger after coming back from my injury. I knew that I was lucky to have been chosen to take part in this exhibition tournament, and I also knew that I was the underdog. I couldn’t help but feel ready though.
My opponent sneered at me from across the ring, trying to psyche me out. I had never been the kind of guy to get nervous in the lead-up to a match. I wasn’t cocky– I didn’t always win. But there was no sense in imagining what might happen. Better to take a close, hard look at my opponent and try to figure out where his weaknesses were.
The announcer called out our names, and I grinned. I was pumped. I couldn’t wait to get started. Fighting had been my whole life ever since I got out of the Navy, and it had been hard putting things on pause while I recovered from my injury. I hadn’t been able to train as much as I normally liked to and being faced with a completely empty schedule had been rough.
But there was no use thinking about that now. I was back, and it felt good.
It was especially good getting the K.O. without too much effort. I didn’t know if it was the adrenaline spurring me on or if it had just been all too easy to recognize my opponent’s shortcomings, but it seemed like no time at all before he was sprawled on the mat, having barely got a solid hit on me.
I raised my face towards the crowd, beaming a crooked smile as they roared their appreciation of my skills. Yep, it was good to be back.
I scanned the faces in the crowd, my eyes pausing on a woman sitting near the front row to my left. She had her arms folded across her chest, but despite her posture, she did look vaguely impressed. She smirked as she caught me staring and raised an eyebrow.
It was her curves that caught my eye first. Her black tight t-shirt dress left little to the imagination, at once classy but understated. She had long blonde hair piled high on her head, making me wonder what it would look like when it was down. I had always been attracted to a woman with long hair.
I watched her as I left the ring. That’s when I realized she was sitting there by herself. No dude on either side of her, no one that she leaned over to chat with. It wasn’t often that you caught a woman sitting by herself at a boxing match, and especially not one as sexy as she was. It made me want to know what her story was.
Except that her being there on her own probably meant that her boyfriend or husband was one of my competitors. She had to be here to support someone else. I frowned as I headed back to my dressing room. I had never seen her around before, and I had fought against most of the guys that were taking part in this tournament. I had to think that if I had never seen her before, then whatever relationship she was involved in was relatively new, which meant that there was nothing keeping me from getting to know her.
And if she chose me over him? Well, that was her own prerogative, and his loss.
I grinned as I hopped in the shower, letting the hot water wash over my sweaty skin and burning muscles. Then, I headed out and conveniently found myself a spot next to her. I grinned at her but was surprised when she rolled her eyes at me. Still, a little thing like that wasn’t going to deter me from flirting a little. Maybe she was just playing hard to get. After all, I had seen the way she eyed me earlier in the evening.
“Not often I see someone as pretty as you interested in boxing,” I told her. It wasn’t quite a
