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He stood between my paycheck and me.
And he was going to lose.
We started the fight, and I immediately went for uppercuts, pacing around him, shadowing him, tiring him out. He was bigger, hence slower than me, and it was easy to exhaust him quickly.
A jab to the chin.
A roundhouse kick to the stomach.
And boom!
I knocked him out after two minutes, and the gate clicked open, with his crew ushering him out to tend his broken nose. The canvas under my feet was soaked with blood, our footprints inked red on it, and when my eyes met Graham’s, I shrugged helplessly.
I knew the day when he asked me to lose a fight for gambling purposes was close. Closer than I I’d have liked it to be.
Regardless, I had another mission in mind. My job was done, and earlier than I anticipated. I needed to rewind and release some of the tension building up to the fight. I needed to find that Jade chick and feel her warm cunt as it tightened around my cock in a death grip, squeezing a world-class orgasm out of both of us.
I made my way out, sauntering out of the cage in a cocky swagger, ignoring the pile of willing, provocative chicks who jumped around to congratulate me. I wasn’t kidding when I called Jade a dessert. Most days, I made do with Happy Meals.
I spat out my mouth cap to the floor, and a fangirl picked it up and pocketed it on a squeak. Carter was standing out of the cage with the rest of my supporters. The second I got to him, I fired the one burning question on my lips, “Where is she?”
“Where’s who?” He furrowed his eyebrows, pretending not to know, and goddammit, that little gesture alone made me realize that he’d already met her while I was punching that sandbag in the ring. He better not have hit on her again. Though Carter was fucking weird about chicks and he only fucked blondes from what I saw so far.
“You know who. Dahlia’s friend.” I didn’t say her name because I was slightly embarrassed to admit I remembered it after all this time. We hadn’t spoken in four years. Normally, I wouldn’t even remember my previous address.
“Why do you ask?” he taunted. I was going to break his nose, too, and that was going to be a shame because he was the guy who stitched people up usually.
“Why are you not fucking answering?” I raised my voice. Carter was a Savage, but he wasn’t a savage, if you catch my drift. He was a badass, sure, but not as aggressive and nasty as Graham and I were, unless you really pissed him off. But make no mistakes. He was the quiet sociopath who was more dangerous than all of us combined.
“In the kitchen, at the back.” He finally let me out of my misery. “But you can’t go in there. Dahlia’s breastfeeding Kathleen.”
What the fuck was Dahlia doing bringing a newborn into this death cave?
I growled at no one in particular and made my way straight to the kitchen without even taking off my gloves and unwrapping my hands. Everything had to wait. Jade was like a fucking butterfly. She caught your attention real fast, was real beautiful, but all you had to do was blink once and poof! she was gone.
This shit wasn’t happening to me again.
I wasn’t going to blink tonight.
This time, the butterfly was going to end up in my fucking jar.
I swung the door to the pub’s kitchen open and marched in without even flinching. Even when Dahlia caught sight of me, blood dripping from my nose and open lip, and let out a surprised scream, I didn’t bat a fucking eyelash. I narrowed my gaze on Jade, taking a deep breath.
“You need to come with me.”
This was the first time I looked at her up close, and boy, she was not disappointing. She had the kind of body you only saw in Hip Hop videos or on a Victoria’s Secret model. Yeah, that hot.
And the best part was that she didn’t really try either. She wore a sleeveless top, red, and a pair of skinny jeans that hugged her ass the same way I was about to when she climbed into my bed. Jade shot one perfectly plucked eyebrow up and scanned me from head to toe, her arms crossed.
“Go with you? Where? You need a ride to the ER?”
She sounded bored, not at all impressed with my size, looks, and ability to kill a man in less than two minutes.
It made me want her even more.
“What, this?” I smeared the blood from my lip across my chin and licked it. Her eyes flared in horror and…yes, Little Butterfly, in passion, too. She wanted it, but she didn’t know it yet. She was going to lick a lot of fluids out of this body. Not necessarily blood, but if she was into fucked-up shit, I was definitely game. She was worth punching my own face to withdraw blood if needed. “This is nothing, baby. Nah. I’m going to have a quick shower, and then I’m taking you on a different ride. One you won’t forget.”
Graham. Was. Going. To. Kill. Me.
