In a raspy voice he shouts, “Make the bet, baby.”
He takes another hit to the face, harder this time; blood sprays, speckling the concrete.
“Oh my god!” I shriek, my chest clenching and my stomach churning. I feel like I can’t breathe.
JT rolls his eyes. “Fucking dumbass,” he mutters underhis breath before shouting, “Jesus, Gabe! Enough fucking around!”
He dodges a punch, jumping sideways and wiping the blood that’s trickling from his brow. “Come on, Ash, I’m losing here!”
And I know it’s insane, but I can’t help it. There’s no way I can stand here and watch this guy beat the hell out of him.Also, maybe there’s a little part of me that wants to get his name tattooed on my body. Maybe there’s a part of me that would have done it without the coaxing at all. I belong with him.
“Fine! Okay, yes!” I yell over the screaming crowd. “Just quit letting him hit you!”
He chuckles, winks, and then it’s on.
He spits blood to the side and proceeds to royally kick the guy’s ass. I know it’s messed up, but it’s so hot. His muscles strain with every punch and sweat beads on his skin. I think I might be salivating watching him.
JT fights after Gabriel, if you can even call it that. The other guy didn’t stand a chance. JT’s like a machine. It’s honestly a little scary to watch.
“Where have you been?” Gabriel asks, guy hugging Shane as he and Nik walk up. The fights ended a few minutes ago and everyone’s leaving.
“We had shit to do.” He wraps an arm around Nik’s shoulders and gestures to Gabriel. “What happened to your face?”
“It’s your sister’s fault. Don’t ask.” He smirks.
Shane examines me, confused, but doesn’t ask.
Once we’ve all returned to the clubhouse for the night, Gabriel comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my middle and bringing his lips to the shell of my ear. “Time to pay up, baby.”
“For what?”
“The bet, remember?” He wiggles his brows.
My eyes go wide. “Now?”
“Yeah, Leroy can do it in the back.”
I don’t know who the hell Leroy is but why am I not surprised that they all let someone put ink in their skin in the back of the club.
I stare at him, and his face softens.
“You don’t have to. I was just messing with you, but I’m glad you’d do it to keep me from getting my ass beat.”
I think about it for a second, and honestly, I don’t know why I’m kind of disappointed he’s letting me off the hook. Until tonight had I thought about wanting his initials on my body? No. But now… I don’t know.
I blurt out, “No, fuck it. Let’s do it.”
He grins, cocking his head back. “You’re serious?”
“Yep, take me to him.”
It’s entirely out of character for me, but I can’t help it; I’m reckless for Gabriel Abbott.
He drops the cocky smile, and his eyes examine mine. “I really was joking. You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to.”
A grin spreads across his face.
