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Mo held her phone out toward Gage. “Does Gio really expect me to fight him? And why do I think he’s responsible for my original opponent dropping out?”
“Pozza’s here? He didn’t come with us. If he’s here, he came alone.”
Ayesha thought back to Josh’s sudden disappearance just as arms wrapped around her from behind.
“Having fun?”
She smiled. “Hey, honey.”
Joel kissed her cheek, and she turned around only to be hit, head-on, by her wet, shirtless husband. Water trickled down his chest toward the waistband of his sweatpants, which were low enough to expose a peek of his shorts underneath. His hair was also damp, strands stuck to his forehead, and the fact that his hands were wrapped made her warm all over.
“You’re looking at me like you want to eat me alive,” he said, a broad grin on his face.
“Well, to be fair,” she traced the outline of the muscles in his stomach, “thereareparts of you I’d like in my mouth.”
“Oh, yeah? And what parts are those?”
She poked the tip of her tongue against the inside of her cheek. He gripped her chin, bent, and parted her lips with his tongue.
The kiss was hard and sloppy.
He gripped her ass with one hand and pinched her nipple through her shirt with the other. She wrapped her arms around him, her palms against his lower back and her fingertips sliding into his waistband.
A thud behind them, along with the realization that theywouldend up having sex in the middle of a crowd of people, pulled them apart. She turned around, and Joel held her against him, his hand resting on her stomach.
Mike was on the floor in the cage with his legs wrapped around Skh-ro’s neck. They hadn’t even seen his fight begin, and it wasn’t like she and Joel had been distracted for very long, but it looked near to ending—until Mike released the hold.
Skh-ro staggered to his feet.
Mike then spun a roundhouse kick that collided with the side of Skh-ro’s face, and blood-tinged spittle flew through the air.
Skh-ro gasped, groaned, and fell to his knees, but Mike helped him back up. They embraced, and Skh-ro nodded incessantly at whatever Mike said in his ear.
After the fight was called, Mike did a quick back handspring, bowed with as much flair as Theo would, and left the cage. When he spotted their group, he jogged over, squatted to loop his arms around Xara’s thighs, and raised her into the air.
“Mike!” She gave him a miniature round of applause. “You were so good.”
“Really?” His eyebrows lifted. “I thought you’d say I was too cocky or something. Too much showmanship.”
“Nah, I love cocky Mike.”
He slid her down his body a couple of inches.
“You two stay your asses right here where I can see you,” Gage warned. “I drove, and there will be no fucking in my vehicle.”
Mike placed Xara on her feet. “Fine,Dad.”
Suddenly, the crowd went pin-drop silent.
Ayesha blew air between her lips to see if it turned white. Giorgio had entered the cage, and not a single drop of warm blood remained in the underground arena.
CHAPTER33
Mo plastered herself to one side of the cage. Giorgio watched her from the other, sitting cross-legged on the mat. She’d been all for it when Oskar had told her that there were no height, gender, or weight restrictions when signing up for the fights.
It had sounded like the perfect scenario to test how far she’d come. There was no more assassin’s circuit, but she would at least be able to feel the impact of her fist against someone’s stomach, jaw, or collarbone. Unfortunately, sudden death by husband wasn’t what she’d had in mind.
Giorgio wore his hair a little longer these days, and the dark, damp tresses cascaded in easy waves around the sharp lines of his face. His hairshouldhave softened his features, but for the first time since the underground strip club in Moscow, she feared him for reasons that had nothing to do with his dick. In here, she was his opponent, not his wife.
