Page 84 of Dirty Deadly & Mine
Maybe I should invite her to watch me one night. I bet she’d secretly love the violence of it all.
One by one the fights progress, only one winner walking from the cage reminding me that if I do lose, I could end up needing a quick dash to the hospital. Or worse… the morgue.
“Hey, Asher.” The irritating tone of Trudi’s voice grates on me, and I glance up to see her hovering nearby wearing a blue top that barely covers her tits, and a black skirt that’s so short her arse cheeks are playing peekaboo.
“Trudi,” I say uncaringly, which just makes the slag even more determined.
“Want me to give you a massage before you fight?”
Barrett turns his head to take in the pesky bitch, and he frowns at her.
“Back off, Barbie. Asher isn’t interested.”
Her brows hitch. “Excuse me. Who the hell are you?”
Barrett stands to his full height, towering over Trudi as she cranes her neck.
“Your worst fucking nightmare if you don’t piss off and leave us alone.”
Trudi’s lips resemble a fish as she fights to find a comeback, before her furious gaze darts to me for help.
“What he said.” I glare at her, hoping she willfinallyget the fucking message.
I mean, I know I let her think she had a chance, but that was just to get Lily’s attention. I don’t need Trudi anymore.
My words flip a switch, and Trudi’s face turns to a sneer.
“You’re gonna regret treating me like trash, Asher.”
I scoff. “Sure. Whatever.”
Spinning on her heel, Trudi storms into the crowd, and Barrett turns back to me, chuckling.
“Bitches like that will shank you in your sleep.”
I grin and nod. “Bitches like that better watch out formywoman.”
Barrett’s smile falls, and he glares at me. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“Whoa. Calm down.” I frown, holding up my hands. “She’s a fiery redhead, is all I meant.”
He eyes me as if he’s trying to read my fucking thoughts, and a moment later he huffs, turning his back on me to watch the last few minutes of the fight before mine.
I’m twitchy as fuck with Barrett here. I can’t believe Lily sent him. How am I meant to prove to her that I’m not a kid anymore if she does shit like this?
By the time it’s my turn to make my way into the cage, I’m a twisted knot of anger, and I’m more than ready to unleash it.
Lil’ Ray has been the champ over the last few weeks, and my opponent for tonight. Why the fuck they call him Lil’ Ray is beyond me. He’s a fucking hulking giant. His mere presence sucks the oxygen from the room.
“Fuck,” I whisper, and Barrett grunts from behind me.
“Fuck’s right. Not only is he built like a brick shithouse, but Barbie has chosen her side.”
My eyes move past the wall of muscle to see Trudi sneeringat me, her dainty hands massaging the trunk-like arm of my opponent.
Damn it. Last week she gave me a good tip that helped me win. Tonight, she’s betting against me.
“Game plan?” I ask Barrett as my eyes remain on the beast, and in my peripheral, I see Barrett turn to me.
