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Killer Z locked Gage against the cage and swung twice, but neither swing connected. Gage retaliated with a left hook to Killer Z’s jaw that swung his head around and sent the other man tumbling.
Tayler clapped. “Whoo! There you go, baby!”
Mo stuck two fingers in her mouth and whistled.
Killer Z fired two kicks at Gage, but Gage dodged them and ended up behind his opponent. Then he locked his arms around Killer Z’s middle and upended the shorter man with a suplex move that landed Killer Z on the back of his neck.
Tayler didn’t blink.
Ayesha found it hard to breathe.
The men continued to dance around each other, punching and kicking, slamming and grappling. At one point, Killer Z had Gage in a hold that Ayesha had no idea how he got himself out of. If she’d been wrapped up like that, regardless of everything she’d learned at Book Club, that would have been the end of her. Spines weren’t supposed to bend that way.
Killer Z threw a punch at Gage’s cheekbone.
Gage dodged it, brought his left hand around, and seconds after his fist connected with the side of Killer Z’s face, Killer Z’s knees buckled, and he dropped to the mat.
Three people from Killer Z’s “entourage” had to help him stand, and Ayesha was pretty sure he had no idea they were in Europe. Instantly, her thoughts went to Josiah’s bruise.
A bald man wearing all black announced Gage’s victory, which was followed by an eruption of cheers, roars, whistles, screams, and applause from the crowd.
Gage left the cage, walked right over to where they stood, and leaned down to brush a kiss over Tayler’s lips. “What are you troublemakers doing here?” he asked.
Mo aimed an index finger at him. “How doyouknow about this place?”
“A bloke named Oskar.” He wiped sweat from his forehead with a small white towel. “We met him looking for rock-climbing gyms.”
“I met him looking for judo classes.”
Tayler asked him to bend and pressed her thumb against a cut over his right eye. He hissed and pulled away as if he hadn’t taken body and headshots only a few minutes prior without complaint.
“That stings, love.”
“Do they have any medical supplies down here?” Tayler rose onto her toes, searching despite being one of the shortest people in the facility. “Any water? I can at least flush that for now until we get home. It might need stitches.”
“It’s the first time I’ve taken any hits to the face,” Gage pointed out. “You could say I was otherwise distracted. I saw your ass before I saw you. It’s how I knew it was you as soon as we walked in.”
Mumbling under her breath, she headed toward the edge of the crowd, dragging Gage along. Despite her hold on his wrist, his hand swallowed hers, and his swollen fingers made it appear larger than usual.
“We’ll be back for Mike’s fight,” she yelled over her shoulder.
Ayesha rubbed Mo’s arm. “You still doing okay?”
“No.” The corners of Mo’s mouth dropped into her chin. “I’m nervous.”
“Giorgio won’t hit you.”
“That man can take me down without landing a single blow, and he knows it. But don’t mind me. I’m working out a strategy in my head.”
Aleksi was going to have one hell of an interesting upbringing with these two as parents.
The next fight, they barely paid attention to.
Tayler and Gage returned, the cut above Gage’s eye patched up. Xara was the only one not completely dwarfed by his size as he squirted water into his mouth from a blue bottle.
“Where’s Mike?” Xara asked.
Gage pointed, using the bottle. “In the back. He likes to meditate before his fights, get in the zone. We started fighting down here a few months after we got back from Austria. Idle hands and all that.”
