Page 20 of Retaliation
“Writing a novel over there?” I smirked, sitting behind my desk and switching on my laptop. I rarely used the thing, preferring to keep my personal emails on my private cell. Overlord Laszlo gave us cell phones, but we avoided using them, knowing he was always tracking our conversations. I didn’t trust him not to hack into my network at the gym either.
“Just managing the bets.” James grinned again, glancing at the security camera screens behind me and quickly typing again.
“Bets on what?” I arched an eyebrow, turning around to the screens. I scanned the different monitors until my eyes locked on the boxing ring. There was a curvy, fit-as-fuck woman boxing with Dominic, another Umbra Noctis recruit. “Who the fuck is that?”
“The girl?”
“Obviously, fuckface.”
James laughed, unafraid. He wasn’t affected by my generally threatening personality like most people. “Sara Braun. She’s been a regular for about a month.”
I squinted at the screen. She was kicking Dominic’s ass in the ring. She landed a kick to his stomach, and my dick twitched happily. Her toned legs were on full display in tiny shorts, and her tits bounced in a tight, red sports bra
“I’ve never seen her here before.”
James shrugged. “Comes in randomly. Jade says she works at some club, which I definitely plan to visit once I find out where it is.”
A possessive growl built in the back of my throat. Why do I care? “She’s a fighter?”
James nodded, watching her intently on the screen. “She’s an athlete. Messes around on the beam, deadlifts more than her own body weight. And tosses the guys around in the ring like a champ. Kicked my ass once.”
I snorted, giving him a wink. “Not difficult.”
I turned to see Dominic drop to the floor. Sara immediately straddled his waist and began pummeling his face. Fuck, watching her shot blood straight to my dick. Who was this girl? Dominic tapped her leg, and she stopped, offering to help him up. He grinned as he panted, his nose bloodied.
“Damn that’s hot.” James whistled, standing up and texting again. “I’m headed out to collect my winnings. Night boss.”
“See you later, J.”
After James left, I watched him come into view on the camera. He said something to Sara, making her laugh, and my nostrils flared with annoyance. Why am I annoyed?
“Fuck this.” I shoved out of the chair, determined to meet this fighter chick and get it over with. She was just another girl, who gave a shit if J flirted with her?
I pulled off my hoodie and dropped it on my chair, heading onto the floor in my black tank and gray sweatpants. My workout for the evening could wait now that someone too interesting to ignore was currently boxing in my gym. I pulled my hair into a bun on top of my head, absently wondering if she was attracted to guys with longer hair, then instantly rolling my eyes. Fuck off, Ty, you idiot.
I rearranged my face into a disinterested scowl and approached the ring. Dominic was leaning against a corner post, angled toward Sara. The security cameras did not do this girl justice. She was easily a foot shorter than me, maybe 5’3” at most, and her curvy waist was toned and glistening with sweat. My stomach dropped, and I bit my lip hard enough to bleed. I wanted to taste the adrenaline pulsing in her blood. She had long, icy blue hair, braided back with strands falling around her face. Dark lashes framed her dark-brown eyes, and she had full pink lips I wanted to ravage.
She smiled at something Dominic was saying, and I instantly wanted to throttle him. Her eyes slid to mine suddenly, and my dick nearly stood at attention just from her piercing gaze. Heat rose in my body as she continued to watch me. My breathing became shallow, and I forced my face to remain calm as her dark eyes pierced my fucking soul. Holy fucking shit. The daemon inside me groaned with lust.
Dominic turned to see who caught Sara’s eye, and his smile faltered. “Oh hey, boss.”
I nodded, my eyes locked on Sara’s. “Dom.”
He straightened off the ropes awkwardly, and backed away from her. “Uh, this is Sara. She’s a hell of a fighter.”
“I’ve heard.” I slid my eyes down her body as she laughed huskily, sending another pulse of blood to my dick.
“You boys talking about me? Never had a girl kick your ass in the ring before?” Sara tossed the braid off her shoulder and curled her wrapped fists on her hips.
Dom grinned at her. “None as good as you, babe.”
I frowned at the little pet name, a growl building in my chest. My daemon wanted to rip out Dom’s fucking tongue. This one was mine. I cleared my throat, stepping into the ring and towering over them both. Dom was fit, but not nearly as broad as me, and several inches shorter. He stepped back, wisely, sensing my mood. The girl, however, did not. Sara cocked her hip and continued to look up at me, unaffected. I wanted to wrap my fingers around her throat and show her exactly how terrifying I could be.
Her petite stature was dwarfed by my shadow as I stepped closer to her. “I’m Ty Radnor.”
Sara smirked. “I’ve heard.”
My dick twitched at her attitude. This girl needed to get her ass kicked. “Interested in another round? Since this is my place and all, let’s see what you got, little girl.” I grinned menacingly, and Sara’s eyes narrowed. Oh boy, was she a fighter. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I thought of her struggling beneath me, bruised and bloodied.
