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“Doesn’t look like it,” Goldie replied, laying the schedule on his denim-clad thigh.
“I’m gonna see how Taylor is. I’ll be back in a few,” Army said.
“Bullshit. You wanna see that Stiletto chick up close. You’ve got a boner for her,” Eagle said as Army slipped past him.
Ignoring his comment, Army made his way toward the ring. Two burly men stood sentry at the door leading to the back area.
“Where’s your badge?” one of them asked.
“Taylor ‘Mayhem’ Conway is my brother, dude.”
Stone-faced, he stared at Army. “That means shit. You got a badge?”
Anger pricked his nerves and he took two steps until he was almost nose to nose with the man. “I just fuckin’ told you, Taylor’s my brother.”
“Anyone can say that. Step back. Now.”
Army’s hands clenched into fists and blood rushed to his throbbing temples.
“He’s cool, Rocky. I know him,” a sultry voice said behind him.
Army whirled around and the air sucked out of his lungs as his eyes locked with Stiletto’s.
“If you say so,” Rocky said dully.
Army tore his gaze from her face and ran it slowly over her body, tensing when it landed on the swell of her tits, which spilled over the top of her tight-fitting sports bra. Desire raced through him as he drew in a raspy breath.
“I’m up here,” she said, a frown creasing her forehead. He snapped his gaze back to her face. She shook her head then brushed past him and went through the door Rocky held open. “Get in, or your chance is lost.”
Army watched her hips sway and her ass bounce as he followed her. “You did a great job in the ring.”
Stiletto looked over her shoulder as she kept walking, her high heels clacking on the concrete floor. “Thanks. Taylor’s in there.” She pointed to a door on the right.
“Wait up. How about a drink or something after the fights?”
She stopped so abruptly that he ran into her, her fine ass bumping against his hardness. Turning around, her face wore a mask of contempt. “I was just helping you out because Taylor’s been talking about you coming to the fight for the past week.”
“You sure that’s the only reason?” Army leaned back on his heels.
“Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not into cocky jerks.”
“Army,” Taylor’s voice said behind him. “Way to go, Stiletto. You kicked Athena’s ass good.”
Her chuckle was slow and warm like honey. Army stared at her lips.I wonder if she tastes as sweet as she sounds.
“I’m glad I broke my losing streak. Later.” Stiletto glanced at Army. “You can stop fantasizing now.” She spun around and walked away. Army watched the tattoos on her back move until a firm clasp on his shoulder diverted his attention.
“Did you catch my fight? I looked for you earlier but didn’t see you,” Taylor said.
Army pulled his brother into a bear hug. “I wouldn’t miss your match. You fuckin’ nailed the bastard. A knockout in less than five minutes? The recruiters will be banging down your door.”
Taylor patted Army’s back then stepped back. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I still have losses in matches I should’ve easily won.”
“That was a while ago. Your last several fights were great. No way the UMMAC doesn’t want you.” He glanced around the small room and spotted a mini-fridge in the corner. “You got some beer in there? We gotta celebrate.” He went over and bent down.
“Get one for you,” Taylor answered.
“I’m not drinking alone. You can have one fuckin’ beer. Your fight’s over, bro.” Army took out two cans and handed one to Taylor. “Don’t argue about it. Just drink the damn thing.” He sat on the small couch, cracked open the top, and took a deep gulp, then he motioned his brother to drink up.
