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Corvus pushed my empty glass back at me before turning to Diesel. “I don’t think the cage is—”
“She’s got this,” I interrupted, biting my lip ring as I looked over Ava Jade, seeing the readiness in every one of her muscles.
I nodded to Diesel. “We’re good here.”
“We’ll give you some privacy to change,” Diesel offered, pausing before he and Pinkie left. “And Ava Jade?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for filling in. The income from this match will be much needed in the weeks to come.”
For the war to come, he might as well have said. I expected we’d be meeting as soon as this match was through to go over the plan.
Ava Jade inclined her head, and he was gone, back out through the curtain with Pinkie on his heels.
“This is bullshit,” Corvus groaned, turning to pace a short stretch of concrete floor. “She hasn’t had enough time to train. Even after all that shit, he clearly still wants her dead.”
I stopped him, slapping a hand down on his shoulder, gripping tight. His nostrils flared. “She has this. She wouldn’t have agreed to it if she didn’t.”
“She didn’t know who she was up against.”
“Doesn’t matter, Brother. You can’t beat a ghost.”
The sound of Ava Jade’s knife belt clattering against the bench drew our attention back to her. She removed her t-shirt and bra without a second’s hesitation, wiggling her hips as she worked to get the skirt over her round ass to let it slip down her thighs to the ground.
The mark of my teeth in her flesh from rally night made my hard on jump in my jeans, and I pawed it, the phantom taste of her on my tongue.
Her nipples pebbled in the cool air under Sanctum, and here, under the lights, it was easier to see the evidence of all the shit she’d endured during the trials. Her body was riddled with bruises in all stages of healing. Some a purple so deep they bordered on black. Others so pale yellow they were hard to discern from her unmarked flesh. And cuts.
The ones in her hips, nearly healed now, put there by me, didn’t bother me. The other did.
More than I ever thought I could be bothered by seeing a wound.
She was mine to mark. To mark in the ways she wanted me to mark her. In the ways the dark, deprived part of her craved.
No one else was allowed to mark her.
The darkness I’d been working to drown in whiskey and tobacco came back with a violent resurgence, making a heat lick up my back like flames.
Ava Jade pulled on the black shorts and the sports bra before pulling her hair back to twist it into a tight donut shape on the top of her head, securing it with an elastic.
She squatted, rolling her shoulders back and then jumping to get limbered up, her tits bouncing. No fucks given that we were all drooling in her direction with unconcealed chubs.
She widened her stance, striking an invisible opponent, light on her feet.
This was going to be good.
She’d already gone through some drills with Grey and a full body stretch. She was as ready as she was going to be.
Outside, the volume of the crowd turned up, and the sound of a mic turning on marked the start of the event.
“Shit, did someone pick me an entrance song?” she asked.
Corvus and Grey shared a look.
“Don’t worry, Ghost. I got you.”
Pinkie cleared his throat into the mic before starting the opening of the show, using his best Rogan copycat voice.
