“Ha. You’re not as smart as you look if you think he could kick my ass.”
He pulls away from me before Gabe shoves him playfully, saying, “You won’t be laughing when I put my foot up your ass.”
They all do that weird guy hug. You know, the one where they start with a handshake that turns into an embrace.
Boys are so strange.
“Want to make a bet?” Gabriel smirks.
We’re close to the front. A bigger bald guy punches a still large but slightly smaller guy with dark hair, and he topples over. The crowd explodes.
“On what?” I bite my bottom lip.
He grins proudly, puffing out his chest. “On me. If I win my fight, you get my initials tattooed on your ass. If I lose, I’ll get yours.”
As he finishes, he pulls back to read my face.
“Your fight? What do you mean? You’re fighting someone tonight?”
This crazy motherfucker grins from ear to ear when he nods. My hands start to sweat. I don’t know that I want to watch him fight someone. What if he gets hurt?
Although, what if he doesn’t? I should not find the idea of him winning as hot as I do.
“Gabriel! What the hell!” I squeal, swatting his arm. “I’m not getting your initials on my ass!”
“Oh! Come on!” He chuckles, beaming down at me.
I cross my arms over my chest. “You’re crazy!”
He laughs, shrugging. “Maybe. Is that a yes?”
“No!” I shriek. “Absolutely not!”
He cocks his head, raising a brow. And I can tell by the look on his face that he’s up to something. He doesn’t at all look like I said no, instead he looks like I asked him to duel.
“Well, there goes my motivation to win. Guess I’ll have to get my ass kicked.”
Walking backwards, he pulls his shirt off revealing his smooth muscular abdomen and the intricate snake tattoo that starts on the right side of his chest and wraps around his shoulder, twisting down his arm. The crowd erupts when he steps into the circle of people.
“What? No!”
He’s still staring at me with that grin before he winks, and a man announces the start of the fight. I hadn’t even noticed the last one was over. I was busy being shell-shocked by his idea of me getting a tattoo on my ass. He’s standing across from a guy who’s slightly bigger than him with dark hair and tattoos covering every inch of visible skin except his face.
At the last minute, Gabriel tears his gaze from me. He jumps around a few times, still smiling like he’s not about to actually fight someone. The guy cocks his fist, and like Gabriel said, he takes a hit. Blood trickles from his lip.
“Gabriel!” I gasp, covering my mouth.
He bends at the waist, wiping his mouth. My body lurches forward and JT throws out an arm to stop me. As Gabriel stands, he laughs like a lunatic. Licking the gash in his lip, he moves in front of the man, quirking a brow likecome on.
The guy swings again but barely makes contact with Gabriel’s jaw. He rears back, obviously not impressed before lifting his brows at me this time, but I don’t budge.
Let the idiot get the shit kicked out of him. That’s what he gets for being stupid.
The second the other guy’s fist barrels into his abdomen, I regret that thought.
Please, don’t let him get his ass beat.
He clutches his stomach and coughs.
