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“Oh, shit,” Lex says, sitting up in his chair.
I look back at the mat, and there’s no more playing around. Fists and feet are flying. Ghost didn’t come to play. He’s got a lot of built up tension because of his dad, and this is his easiest outlet. The bell rings, signaling the end of the round, and Caden jumps over the railing to head to the mat, with Lex right behind him.
Ghost comes to the end of the mat, takes his mouthguard out, and accepts the water bottle Caden hands him.
“Does it make me horrible to say that’s hot as fuck?” Bridget asks.
“Sure doesn’t,Zolotoy,” Nik answers. “Because I tend to agree.”
Bridget’s mouth drops open. “You think Ghost is hot?” Nik shrugs with a sly grin but doesn’t answer. Bridget slides from my lap into Lex’s chair and sits her arms on the arm, propping her chin on her hands. “Please, go on.”
Nik runs his thumb across her bottom lip. “Watch the fight.”
“That’s not fair. You can’t say something like that and then not expand on it.”
The bell sounds again, and it drags all of our attention to the fight. Ghost is lethal, not giving the guy a chance to get his shit together before he’s on him again. This goes on for three rounds until Les walks to the railing, waiting to see if she needs to intervene. Ghost gets the guy on the mat, wraps his arm around his neck from behind, and starts pulling backward. The guy refuses to tap out, so Ghost tightens his hold.
“Call it!” Les yells. Ghost's opponent's face goes slack, and Les shakes her head. “Now!”
The ref taps Ghost on the shoulder, and if looks could kill, the dude would be dead. The referee points to Les, and Ghost finally lets his arms drop. The guy's unconscious form hits the mat, and Ghost jumps to his feet. Medics that Les has on her payroll walk onto the mat and make sure the poor fool is still breathing. They get him to stand, and he’s weaving back and forth. They declare Ghost the winner, they bump fists, and Ghost storms off the mat.
“Shouldn’t he be happy? He just kicked ass,” Bridget asks, confused.
“Ghost has a lot on his mind,Boginya. He’ll be fine.”
“Why don’t I take you to see him?” I suggest. I can see the worry all over her face, and Bridget could cheer up the meanest person.
“I’d like that.”
I stand up and stick my hand out for her to grab. I lead her back to the locker rooms, with Dmitri and Nik shadowing me just in case. “Don’t leave this room without one of us, okay?” I say.
She pecks my lips. “I won’t.” She pushes into the locker room, and I get a brief glimpse of Ghost when he swings around to see who entered.
We slide down the wall to sit on the floor. We don’t trust that Ghost’s dad isn’t lurking somewhere, and I want to make sure they stay safe.
Because I have an idea of what’s about to happen in that locker room.
Chapter 37
Ghost
Usually,beatingtheshitout of someone makes me feel better. But my dad has gotten so far under my skin that winning that fight has done nothing for the tension in my shoulders.
I let the referee raise my hand above my head, signaling me as the winner, and listen to the crowd go nuts. It means nothing. I bump fists with the poor fool who stepped into the ring with me tonight and make my way to the locker room. I slam through the door and jam my fingers through my hair. I need to settle this with Dad, or it’s going to eat me alive.
I hear the door creak open and turn around expecting Caden but Bridget slips through the door. I let my eyes slide down the sexy outfit she has on, mostly lingering on the skirt that barely covers her pretty ass.
She walks up to me and runs her hands up my sweaty chest. “What are you doing?” I ask gruffly. I’m still riding the adrenaline, and she’s walking into dangerous territory.
“I’m congratulating you,” she replies, wrapping her arms around my neck and laying her lips on mine.
I settle my hands on her hips and sink into the kiss. She moans deep in her throat and rocks her hips against my rapidly hardening cock. I back her up until her back hits the wall and jerk my mouth away.
“You looked so fucking hot out there,” Bridget says. “I’m so wet from just watching you.” Fuck, I love that she’s bold. She tells you exactly what she’s thinking, and I appreciate the hell out of it.
“Is that so?” I reach for the tape on my knuckles to peel it off so I can feel her without scratching her, and she grabs my wrists.
“Leave it.”
