Page 45 of Dirty Deadly & Mine
“Yep.” Gordy nods. “His nose is crooked as fuck now because of you.” Gordy snickers. “Ruined the pretty boy look he had going.”
“Good.” I grin, holding my hands up for Gordy to start strapping. “Next time I’ll make sure he’s unrecognisable.”
“Yeah, man,” Gordy laughs, bobbing his head in approval as he helps me prepare for the fight.
My first fight is with a guy they call Bull. It doesn’t take me long to figure out that he got his nickname because he likes to charge like a fucking bull. There’s no technique to anything hedoes, and I knock him out before the clock ticks over one minute into the fight.
My second opponent is probably thirty years older than me. I feel fucking bad for punching him, certain that his bones are going to shatter. But he holds his own for a bit, getting in a few good punches, but I eventually put him out of his misery.
I have three more opponents. The next two are easy enough, but the last one is clearly more at my level. The only problem is, I’m his first fight for the night, and he’s my fifth, so I’m fucking exhausted.
He’s a little taller than me, and built ten times bigger, but I’d typically be faster than this guy if I were coming in fresh.
“Game plan?” I snap at Gordy, who just looks at me with wide eyes and shrugs.
“You didn’t hear this from me,” a female voice butts in, and I glance to the side to see Trudi Meyer pressing her tits against Gordy’s arm. “But your opponent has a cracked rib. Front right. Go for that and he won’t be much of a threat.”
While I appreciate the information, I’m a little fucking irked it came fromher. I should’ve known trash like Trudi would be lurking around at these fights looking for her next fuck.
“Thanks, Truds.” Gordy smiles at her, his eyes honing in on her overflowing cleavage.
“No problem.” She pushes her chest out further. “We wouldn’t want Asher’s pretty face to get messed up.”
I just grunt at her and glance over at the big dude I’m about to fight. If Trudi’s right, I could end up with a big wad of cash tonight.
“You and your friends hanging around after?” Gordy asks Trudi, and she giggles.
“Of course. You chaps wanna party?”
“Yes.” Gordy says as I say, “No.”
She looks confused for a moment, glancing between us, but then she does that fake fucking giggle again and plants a kiss on Gordy’s cheek.
“See you later.”
As she walks off, swaying her hips, Gordy whistles low. “Iheard she likes to be spit roasted.” He glances back at me. “You wanna double team her?”
“No,” I snap, turning my back on him.
I have no interest in easy pussy. I also have no interest in pussy that doesn’t belong to Lily Bennett.
I turn my focus to the fight so I don’t end up with a raging boner from just thinking about Lily, and minutes later, the bell rings and the fight begins.
My opponent goes by the name Bruiser, and I can see why. When he lands an early punch, I instantly see fucking stars. I shake it off quickly, and throw punches, trying to get to his ribs, but the fucker is guarding them well.
We dance around each other, more punches are thrown, as well as kicks, and we finish up in a grapple before the end of the first round.
The second round is much the same, and I’m finding it really fucking hard to push strength into my hits as my exhaustion grows.
I need this fucking fight to end, and soon.
With the way Bruiser is protecting his ribcage, I’m gonna need a different strategy to get to them. One thing I’ve noticed when he goes down to the mat is that he’s slow in getting up. He may be built like a brick shithouse, but all that muscle restricts his movements, so I make that my new strategy and try to grapple him back down to the mat.
It takes me two attempts to get the bulky fucker down, but I do, and when he’s struggling to get up thanks to his incredible hulk physique, I launch myself over him and slam an uppercut into his ribcage.
He instantly howls in pain, rearing back, but still not fast enough to block my second punch. I hearandfeel the crack of his ribs with that hit, and take the opportunity to slam a punch down onto the side of his head.
He falls hard. His lights are out before his head even hits the mat, and it takes a moment for my hearing to kick in to hear the roar of the crowd as they go ape shit that I just took him down.
