Someone has obviously poured serious money into this to make it a viable business, and it's not just some wannabe gang fights thrown together haphazardly. They even have what looks like a proper ref inside the cage, with the fighters currently going to town, destroying each other. There's an announcer at the ready on the outside, hyping the crowd, and a DJ pumping house beats, that make the cement walls and ground vibrate even more. The energy of the crowd pours through me, intensifying my excitement. Maybe Soule won't be so bad after all. The minute the thought crosses my mind, the image of those three fucktards reenters my brain, and makes me rethink my last statement.
I tap the guy next to me, who's cheering for the fighter in the black shorts, who's currently dominating his competitor with vicious punches and kicks. "Hey, where do they take bets?" He stops his shouting long enough to give me a heated look, from my purple combat boots, up my black tights-clad legs,until he stares at my tits covered by my loose, cropped hoodie, and finally meets my gaze with his penetrating blue stare. I immediately want to roll my eyes at him, but force myself to refrain. The way he's looking at me is almost a compliment, or it would be if I trusted men in any capacity.
"Jesus,"he whistles, before catching himself and straightening out his towering frame. "Hey, pretty girl, you wanna place a bet?"
I quirk my lips at the lust visible on his face as he inches closer to me, and I get a whiff of the strong liquor on his breath. He's not bad-looking, with his golden brown, wavy hair down to his shoulders, strong jaw, tanned complexion, and an adorable dimple on his cheek. He might do in a pinch, for me to satisfy my other cravings once I'm done fighting, and have won.
"Yeah." I trail my hand teasingly over his loose-fitting T-shirt covering his abdomen, and feel his thick, defined muscles contract, and his breath hitch. I observe with amusement as he leans forward, and sniffs my braided hair like a deviant, before groaning loudly near my ear.
"Come with me." He doesn't wait for my reply, wrapping his thick fingers around my wrist and dragging me to the side. Forceful and demanding, without being apologetic about it, well fuck me, I like that. I look back to see if anyone's watching, and catch the eye of one of the security guys, who narrows his glance in my direction. I blow him a flirty kiss, and his high cheekbones flush red, as he beckons to me with his fingers, to come to him, but blue-eyes continues dragging me further away. We suddenly halt, and I crash into him, rubbing my chin as it connects with his back. Shit, it's like hitting a brick wall. He's definitely packing under that shirt. My core clenches tightly at the thought that I might get a good ride out of him. It's been so long since someone other than me managed to make me cum.
"Ty, she wants to place a bet," he yells at a stout, bald-headed male, who's sitting behind a folding table with another guy, and a whiteboard on wheels displays the odds on the fighters behind them.
"Is that so,darling?Who do you want to put your money on?" Baldy questions in a flirty, placating tone that grates on my nerves immediately, with the implication that I’m stupid or naive. Two seconds in this jerk’s presence and I already hate him.
I lean forward, pressing the palms of my hands on the table, and allowing my shirt to gape down so he gets a good look at my breasts in the sports bra I'm wearing underneath. Predictably, his eyes go where I want them, and I flash his tablemate a grin."Me."
"Wait,what?You're on the card tonight?" Blue-eyes inquires with an adorable, confused expression across his face, and his lips quirk downwards, making that dimple bounce. Damn, he really is cute, but I need to get my head in the game. I can play with him after I've won my money.
"I will be, and I'm going to fucking win," I reply with confidence.
Ty and blue-eyes exchange a glance, and the pit of my stomach tightens. I need this fight not only to blow off some steam, but also 'cause I'm down to my last couple of grand, and I have to at least double that, if I'm going to complete my reason for coming to Soule.
"The bosses expecting you or something?" Ty questions with a raised eyebrow. "There are no openings on the cards tonight, to my knowledge." Ty looks at me like he's not convinced I could take on a fly. I know what he sees: a five-foot-nothing, thin girl, with long purple and brown hair braided tightly to her scalp, black cat eyeliner sharp enough to stab a man, and pretty, delicate features. It's what I want them to see. I want them tounderestimate me. I need the crowd to bet against me, thinking there is no possible way I can win against anyone they pit me against. That's how I make my money. I'm a hustler, baby, and damn proud of it.
"Who are the female challengers tonight?" I demand, and Ty chuckles and nods to his left, as if he's expecting me to run once I get an eyeful.Not a fucking chance.There's yet to be anyone to scare me more than my recurring nightmares.
My glance shifts over two females in tight fighter attire across the side of the cage. Both are busy glaring at each other as they warm up, so they must be on the card next. One's a massive, muscular blonde, covered in tattoos, wearing red biker shorts and a red sports bra, with two tightly wound hair buns on either side of her head, like some jacked-up Princess Leia, sporting an angry-looking scar down her forehead. She's got to be at least six feet tall, and has sixty or more pounds on me. The other one is closer to my size, but still taller. She's a lean, dark-haired Asian, with a willowy, muscular body, a snake tattoo down one arm, and a high, silky ponytail I'm going to strangle her with. Just watching her doing her warm-up, I know she's going to give me the better fight. She's quick on her feet as she shadow boxes with her trainer, but keeps an eye on her much larger opponent. Adrenaline fills me, pouring through my veins like high-octane gasoline.
"Hey, where are you going?" Blue-eyes yells, but I ignore him after slipping my backpack from my shoulders, and handing it to him, as I shake out my arms.
"Hold that and don't fucking move, or I'll break your pretty boy nose," I yell so that he hears me over the music, and I don't bother to look in his direction.Here goes fucking nothing.
I storm up to the blonde. "Hey, bitch," I yell and slam my fist hard into her face, shattering her nose. I don't wait for her to clear her senses, slamming my fist again and again into her face,until she goes down hard and takes a few spectators with her to the ground. I follow up by slamming my purple combat boot into her stomach, and stomping on her knee, ensuring I hear a crack, and she screams bloody murder. With a warning look at the Asian fighter, and a deadly glare at the shocked crowd that has gone silent around us, I realize that even the music has come to a complete halt with my actions.Oh, goody, now I'm the only entertainment.
I walk back over to Ty, rolling my shoulders and shaking out my aching fist. "Looks like you'll have room on the card after all. Name's Olly." I grab my backpack from blue-eyes's stunned grasp, pull out the five thousand I have left, and throw it on the table in front of Ty. "All on me."
With a look back at my new opponent, I nod my head in her direction, and move off to the side to start my warm-up. This is a big gamble I'm taking, especially with all I have left. I'm an unknown here in Soule, and I've never seen this chick fight, but I'm hoping I'm not way out of my depth. I know that I'm a good fighter, so I just hope she's not better.
"Hey, Olly! Hold up..." Blue-eyes shouts, as he follows me through the crowd that has returned to watching the two in the cage, but are now giving me a wide berth. When he finally reaches me on the other side of the metal structure, he watches, stunned, as I start stripping off my hoodie. "Girlie, you have a death wish, but I'm digging the vibe. Who taught you to throw a punch like that?"
I disregard his question as I begin to stretch out my limbs. I'm not here to exchange life stories, and after tonight, I probably won't ever see him again, so it won't matter anyway. The crowd roars loudly as the fight finishes, and the ref holds up the guy in the black shorts' arm for the adoring masses. "Looks like your guy won. You should go collect your winnings."
He looks away toward the ring, and hoots loudly. "I'll be right back, beautiful. Don't go anywhere. By the way, the name's Sim."
"Sim?What kind of name is that?" I ask as I strip off my tights, leaving me in just a pair of tight black bike shorts, and my lavender sports bra, as I throw my clothes into my backpack. I can feel his gaze on all my exposed skin, and it causes goosebumps to rise on my flesh.
"My mom was a huge Disney movie fan. It's short for Simba, but nobody calls me that except her." He doesn't wait for my reply, turning on his large feet, and racing back to Ty to collect his winnings. The only thought running through my mind is, I wonder if the fucker roars or purrs when he cums.Guess I'll find out soon enough for myself.
It's time to get my fighting head on, and block out all the noise and distractions. I came here towin, and nothing, and no one, is going to stop me.
CHAPTER 11
CROSS
The three of us enter my house through the garage passage, silently like menacing wraiths, wearing our LED masks on our heads, after parking our bikes in the wooded area behind the mansion, so as not to tip off Olivia that we were coming.What would be the fun of her having an advanced warning?
Naw, I much prefer to see the panic in her gorgeous, pale green eyes, like when she was naked in the shower while we terrorized her. It's almost as addicting as witnessing the fiery look she gets when she's outraged, and out for blood, like earlier today in the courtyard. Crap, now I'm as hard as a piece of granite, and my dick is tenting my pants. She'll pay for that, once I get my hands on her. I don't allow anyone to rule my emotions, and illicit desires I can't restrain. I can't afford to ever appear weak. It's why I control myself and the world around me with a tireless iron grip. Olivia Springhill will be no different. She's walked into something she doesn't understand. Her defiance is momentarily charming, but useless as a weapon against Mayhem, and me.I wonder how pretty she'll look covered in welts, and blood, and begging for my forgiveness?
