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Chapter Three
Kinsley
The event center is massive and my nerves are all over the place as I stand in line with practically the entire city of New Orleans to see a fight I had no idea about just twenty-four hours ago. Mollie is proving to be my pillar of strength for tonight, because without her here with me, I wouldn’t have stepped out of the Uber in the first place.
We finally step up to the window for our turn at Will Call and give my name. The attendant looks up at me with surprise before she turns to speak into a hand device, saying something I can’t make out because of all the noise behind me.
“Someone will be right with you.” A few minutes later a man dressed as a security guard opens the door next to the box office and says my name.
“That’s us.” Mollie speaks up for the both of us, since all of this seems a little to surreal for me at the moment. He gives a slight smile before he escorts us through the door, then down a hallway to bypass the next set of lines as everyone else is forced to wait to get in.
An uneasy feeling of being overwhelmed floats near the surface, but is quickly calmed a little when the hall door closes and all the noise fades behind us. “You have VIP tickets. There’s a backstage room that we’ll hold you in until just before the main event is about to start. Until then, you can watch on the big screen and enjoy the open bar and even order dinner if you’d like.” Mollie’s head whips around to get my attention and I see her starting to put together the fact that I might be holding a few things back about my initial meeting with this guy.
“Perfect. Thank you so much.” I finally speak once he shows us the room we’re supposed to stay in. I’m overtaken with the comfort and it’s obvious this room isn’t just for anyone. Mavick has given me the prime experience of tonight and for that I have to say I’m anxious to see him fight. I’m even more excited to see him after he’s done. Something tells me he’s going to be one hell of a force to be reckoned with if what I saw online was true. He has a point to make tonight and I can’t help but feel honored that he wanted me to be here to see it.
The guard hits the remote before he leaves, turning on the sound of the announcers talking about Mavick and his recent struggles in the industry. “We haven’t seen him since his loss back in April. Even though he’s been in hiding, I’m going to have to give The Assassin my vote tonight. Something tells me he’s here to take it all back and remind us who he is.”
“Jesus, Kinsley. I’m so damn glad we both went shopping today.” We both sit on the couch, I slide my heels off and tuck my legs under my body as I look around and take in everything around us.
The door opens and a woman dressed in a black pencil skirt and jacket approaches us. “I’m Samantha. I’m here to take care of you both tonight. Can I get you something to drink?”
“Yes we’ll both take a shot of tequila and then can you make us something fruity?” Mollie answers before I have a chance to think about what I want to drink. I don’t object since I would’ve probably asked for the fruity drink myself. It’s the tequila that I could do without, but maybe it’ll help drown any nerves that will come to surface when we go to our seats.
Three tequila shots and four different fruity drinks later, we’re being escorted down some stairs. We seem to be the only two back here that aren’t part of the work crew, so we stand out in our tight dresses and tall heels. I take the stairs slow, intentionally not wanting to fall on my face after the alcohol. Mollie has already stepped through the little door that must lead to the crowd, because I can’t hear anything except the roaring crowd yelling ‘Assassin’.
Most of my reservations are gone, which is how I’m able to smile and give a little wave to Mavick when I get to the bottom of the stairs. His eyelids drop partially and I can practically feel his eyes scrape down my skin as he starts by looking at my hair, then quickly lets his eyes take in the rest of me.
“Fuck no.” The older guy behind him tries to pull him by the arm and stop him from approaching me, but he fails when Mavick yanks his arm out of his hold. He backs me against the wall, never saying a word. The cord from his earbuds dangle on his chest between us and I wish I could hear what he’s listening to.
His hands are already hidden beneath his gloves, not to mention he’s holding them at his sides. So damn close to me, but not touching me at all. The weight of his stare leaves me breathless and wishing we could do all of this without his entourage watching us so closely. Nothing like having an audience.
He begins to move his head slightly as if he’s starting to dance to the music playing in his ears. His stare intensifies while I watch him, making me want to know what he’s thinking. Is he preparing himself mentally for the game, or this just his way of reminding me of what he has planned for me tonight. Either way, he’s sexy as fuck right now and I’m officially ready to climb his body and not give a shit what anyone around us thinks. He’s deep. Deep inside me with this stare and I can’t wait to see if we have anything outside of a strong sexual attraction to each other. But right now, that’s all I need to have the courage to move with the guard who begins to escort me into the coliseum.
The lights go on and off as I make my way down to the center of the crowd, all the while the boos and obnoxious yelling startles me as the other guy makes his way into the room on the other side. The guard rushes me, and I can only imagine it means Mavick is about to enter behind me. The last thing I need to do is be in his way when he’s trying to get into the ring and fight, so I walk fast.
“And in the blue corner… Mavick Black, ‘The Assassinnnnnnnnn’,” the announcer draws out his name as the crowd goes wild. Chills spread over me as I look around the building and listen to the screams and even some cries while he makes his way to the center. It’s very apparent he’s in his own house and these people love him.
I watch him come down the lane, never looking at me, but sending a heavy sensation over my body as he passes. Even though the loud music plays over the speakers, he’s lost in his own head, which is the best place for someone in this scenario.
Mollie grabs my arm as he walks by, squeezing and releasing a high-pitched squeal at the same time he drops his robe to the ground in front of us. “Oh my god. He’s fucking sexy as hell Kins.” I can’t deny what she’s saying, because it’s the truth… not that I could speak if I wanted to with all of this going on in front of me.
He slides between the ropes, confidence scorching from his body as he walks the outer edge of the ring while the announcer continues to rally the crowd up for the fight. The seriousness on his face says everything. He is here to win this.
The guy in the other corner yells something as he walks by, taunting him into an even deeper determined state. He continues to heckle Mavick, even though he’s not getting any sort of reaction out of him. I hope Mavick is saving his for show time. Maybe he’s a walk the walk type of guy instead of a trash talking lunatic like the other one is. Let the bullshit fuel you Mavick.
One glance at his ears and I realize he’s still shutting out everything, with the exception of what’s playing in the earbuds. I want to know what his choice of music is before a fight. Hell, I find myself wanting to uncover so much when it comes to this man. The few minutes I had with him last night simply gave me a taste and I want to know more. I have to know more.
He sits on a small stool in his corner and it isn’t until a short older man is in his face that he pulls the ear pieces out. His scowl should terrify me, but I find everything about him intriguing. This man is intense and I can’t wait to watch him obliterate the other guy.
Normally I’d stay away from events like this. Decline any invitation to a ‘fight night’ at my friend’s houses where they rent it and have everyone over to watch grown men beat the shit out of each other.
Maybe it’s because I’m here live, in the very front feeling the anticipation of the entire place rising as time nears for the bell to ring. I find myself wanting him to knock the other guy on his ass and end this quick, but then again it might be interesting to see him draw it out and give us all a show.
Mollie is screaming along with the crowd when Mavick stands. I’m silent. Focused on his every move. Focused on the way his continued confidence radiates through me, through everyone in this place. Jesus, I can’t wait to get him hands on this man. Wait… I can’t wait for him to have his hands on me.
