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As I emerge to the end of my walkway, I’m met with an open-air stadium. Bleachers on either side of me are filled with students, and I take my first step down a set of stairs towards the ring. Across the arena, I make out Cash’s blond hair but refuse to look him in the face. Not yet, anyway. I need to see what’s hiding behind his eyes for me to know what the outcome of this match will be. Cashel has a unique ability to shut off his humanity—to become a monster if he must—in order to achieve his goals.
I don’t have that switch.
Twenty steps later, I’m standing at the edge of the ring, which looks to be about fifteen feet underground. Unlike the beautifully decorated sides, the bottom is nothing but uneven dirt littered with small, sharp rocks. I risk a look up and spot the small wisp of a girl who’s had my attention since the first time I saw her. Her blond curls are pulled away from her face, waving in the wind as they hang from her ponytail.
Seems the girls were also ordered to wear sparse clothing, and to be honest, I’m not mad about it at all. A thin, white t-shirt is stretched across her chest, leaving her toned stomach exposed. By the way her nipples press against the material, I can almost bet she doesn’t have a bra on. Fuck, my dick has forgotten that I’m about to battle for my life as I drag my eyes down her body to the matching white panties with sides lifted high over her hips.
The whole ensemble leaves nothing to the imagination.
Anger quickly replaces my arousal at knowing this was forced upon her as much as it was me. I don’t mind watching her submit and cower by my hand or Cash’s—but it pisses me off to know this is Windsor’s doing, accompanied by whomever makes up The Gallery.
I shift my eyes to the other girl, a pretty brunette with sharp brown eyes. She’s taller than the girl Cash callslass, and she probably has a good twenty pounds on her as well. I wonder which girl is Bianca and which is Remington. The speakers crackle again, and Windsor’s voice echoes overhead.
“The only rule is simple—take down your opponents by any means necessary. Hurt them. Belittle them. Kill them if you must. The match will be timed. Twenty minutes is all you have to conquer the other team.”
Team?
Windsor cackles again. “That’s right! This matchup will be fought in boy/girl teams. Cashel, Bianca, raise your hands. You two will pair off against Bentley and Remington.”
When the brunette lifts her hand, identifying herself as Bianca, I jerk my eyes towards the blonde.
Remington...
Her name holds power and seduction, a name I’d like to shout into the skies, claiming her as mine with my cock emptying into her tight cunt, but her icy blue glare gives me pause. She nods ever so slightly before fixing her gaze on Bianca. There’s no fear there, only resolve, and damn does it turn me on.
Twenty minutes blazes from the scoreboard. Suddenly, a blow horn shrieks its ominous sound, and the clock begins to tick. Cashel is the first to leap into the ring, and I quickly follow. The girls, on the other hand, sit down on their butts before scooting off the ledge and down onto the dirt floor. Cashel looks unperturbed, even annoyed, his bulky arms crossed over his chest, but Bianca and Remington look angry. They’re bouncing on the edges of their feet, fists raised in front of their faces. By their stances, neither girl has actually trained to fight. They’re simply taking what they’ve seen on T.V. and movies and then implementing it.
I lock eyes with Cash, and he discreetly shakes his head, one hand cupped on his chin. So he means for us to sit this one out? I’m not sure how to feel about that. We should at leastpretendto be fighting, even if we take it easy on each other.
Remington advances on Bianca. She’s shorter than her opponent, her arms not as long, and when she jabs at Bianca, her punch falls short of its target. Bianca pushes Remington’s hand away, and the two girls circle each other.
“Gonna have to do better than that,” Bianca sneers, throwing a punch of her own.
Remington shifts backwards out of the way. “I intend to. You can’t stop me here—just like you couldn’t stop your boyfriend from making out with me.”
Bianca’s expression looks as confused as I feel. Remington was caught making out with Bianca’s boyfriend? The possessiveness that has me curling my fists is surprising. I don’t like the thought of another man touching her, tasting her—that pleasure should be all mine.
Bianca laughs. “You’re as stupid as you look. Vaughn isn’t my boyfriend—he’s so much more.”
The insult pisses Remington off, and she bares her teeth before lunging at Bianca. The two girls collide, grappling and yanking fistfuls of each other’s hair.
“He’s not your anything anymore!” Remington seethes, clawing at Bianca’s eyes. “Why would he want your ugly ass when he can have all this?”
Remington swings under Bianca’s grip and lands a backwards elbow against the brunette’s cheek. Bianca staggers back, and Remington leaps forward, attacking. She knocks Bianca to the ground, and Remington straddles her opponent’s chest, pinning one of the brunette’s flailing arms with a knee. Bianca punches at Remington, spitting in her face, but Remington doesn’t even flinch and lands two more blows to the girl’s face.
Eventually, Bianca summons the strength to push Remington off. My blonde lands with a thud and rolls a few feet away—right at Cashel’s feet. At first, Cash seems to help Remington, grasping her arm and pulling her to her feet. They lock eyes in what almost looks like an intimate moment. Then, he twists Remington in his grip, holding her arms behind her back, pressing her chest forward.
“Let go of me!” Remington shouts, struggling in Cash’s grasp.
But Cash just chuckles cruelly before adjusting his grasp and fisting a handful of Remington’s blonde hair. “Come and get her, Bianca! Let’s see if you have the balls to take her down.”
Bianca pulls herself off the ground and swipes at the blood dripping from her nose—then she charges. Not a yard away, Remington belts out a scream, lifts her leg, and slams the heel of her foot into the top of Cash’s. My friend shouts profanities and releases Remington, hopping on one foot. She spins out of the way as Bianca lands her attack on Cash instead of her intended target. It’s slightly comical. Hell, they’re supposed to be on the same team. Red with anger, Cashel throws Bianca to the ground.
“You little bitch!” He growls at my teammate, marching towards Remington, who edges closer to me in return.
“Take him down!” Remington urges me, breathing hard.
I gaze down at her—at the imploring look on her face—but have to decline the offer. “No.”
