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“It’s sport shorts and a sports bra,” Diesel corrected him.
“Her tits and ass will be all over the place in that. She isn’t wearing it.”
Diesel took the outfit from Pinkie and strolled over to Ava Jade, holding out the bits of dark cloth for her. “Ava Jade,” he said, making a spectacle of asking her permission. “Would you mind wearing this for your fight. Not only will you be able to move more easily, but its effect on many of the dimwitted rich in attendance will make for a better monetary gain.”
She looked between Corvus’ quickly reddening face and our father’s, taking the skimpy outfit with a tip of her head. “If it’ll help,” she said, sharing a meaningful look with Diesel that I wanted to deconstruct. If my brain wasn’t swimming in whiskey, I’d have been doing just that.
One thing was clear though, she was behaving. Doing as she was told. She agreed to this fight at the very last minute. Agreed to fight someone well above her weight class. Agreed to wear that.
And I got the sense she wasn’t doing it for herself.
Corvus wiped a palm over his mouth, physically holding back whatever else he wanted to say.
Ava Jade sent him a wink. “Let them look,” she said. “That’s all they’ll ever do.”
“If any of them touch you, I’ll fucking kill them.”
Diesel raised a brow at his eldest son, but Corvus’ hard gaze never left Ava Jade.
She smiled sweetly at him. “I would expect nothing less, Bones.”
In a move not even I could’ve predicted, Corvus sidestepped closer to me and took the whiskey from my hand, draining it in one long swallow, a sneering grimace on his lips as he stared down Diesel.
“The match is five, five-minute rounds,” Diesel told Ava Jade. “It’s best if you can last at least until the third.”
“So you’re betting against me?” she asked him.
He didn’t reply.
It was the wrong move. Even more so to let on that he had. It would only push Ava Jade that much harder to win. And win she would. Not without injury. But I felt bad for Alpha, she wouldn’t have a soul left once my Ghost sucked it clean from her bones.
“Winner will be determined by submission or knock out.”
She nodded her understanding.
“Or by climbing to the top of the cage.”
The room went collectively still.
“You’re dropping the cage?” I asked, something churning beneath my ribcage. “I thought we weren’t doing that anymore since—”
“Since you killed your opponent?” he finished for me. “I don’t think there’s any risk of that happening tonight, and it adds something extra to the excitement.”
“You okay with this?” I asked my Ghost. If she wasn’t, Diesel wouldn’t be dropping the cage. Period.
She shrugged. “At least she won’t be able to get away.”
She flexed her fingers, feeling out the wraps as she stood, holding my stare with a wicked gleam in her eyes. My cock thickened in my jeans as I realized what I was seeing in her stare. She was excited.
No. Not just excited.
She hungered for this.
Lusted after it.
An opportunity for her to quell the same darkness that lingered deep inside of her. A darkness that no doubt was on the verge of chaos with all the shit she’d had to go through, and continued having to go through, since she first arrived in Thorn Valley.
She wouldn’t be getting what we knew she wanted out of tonight—to find the King who took out her father and start planning how she would take him apart—but this was a good consolation prize.
