dragging me through the crowded arena toward the V.I.P section. Taylor is behind us, and I now know why he is so arrogant. Every single girl in the arena is staring at him. Some reach out and touch him, others yell ‘ fuck me, Taylor. ’ The words make me want to go beat the hell out of the girl that said it.
“Don’t worry, hustler,” Taylor says low in my ear. “You’re the only one that gets to tell me that and I follow orders.”
I hide my smirk and pretend to be interested in the rusty V.I.P seating inside of a caged-in fence beside the actual fighting cage. “I’ll see you in a bit,” Taylor says, pressing his lips against my forehead.
“Ah ha!” Cindy yells from beside me. “You did fuck him,” she says. “Was it good? Is he big? Tell me,” he begged, lip poked out.
I push it back into her mouth and smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I say, wiggling my eyebrows.
“You bitch,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest.
“If the stiletto fits,” I say.
She opens her mouth to say something when the crowd deafens her voice. I look around to see what caused the noise. A tall kid walks out into the middle of the ring. “That’s what I’m talking about. Let me hear some fucking noise, kids!”
The arena roars. The tall guy walks around the arena, hand cupper over his ear. “I. Can’t. Hear. You!” he screams.
Everyone jumps up and down. Rattling the fences. My heart pounds at the excitement. “Now, for the Fight Night Champion, three years running…. Taylor BadAss Jacks !” he screams, banging the clipboard along the fence.
I watch as Taylor runs through the side door, fist pumping and screaming at the fans. My heart starts to beat erratically as I watch him. He pounces into the cage, jumping around on his toes, as he jabs at the air.
You’re so fucking hot, Taylor! Beat his ass! Come home with me, Taylor! Taylor flexes his muscles and I see his eyes flicker to mine. He smiles, winks and turns back toward the arena. My heart flutters knowing he was looking at me. I can’t believe I’m turning into one of these crazy groupie girls. “Wow, girl, are you the one he is winking at?” someone behind me asks.
I glance back. A tall brunette, with a huge toothy smile is staring at me. I nod. “Yeah, I guess.”
She furrows her brow and clicks her tongue on the side of her mouth. “Wait, you’re Layla, right?” she asks.
Damn, does everyone know who I am? “Who wants to know?”
She rolls her eyes. “My ex-boyfriend, Rod, was looking for you. He was asking around to find out where you live.”
My blood runs cold. She waves her hand in front of my face. “Hello?” she asks, but the crowd roars and I notice I’ve missed the introduction of the other opponent. The brunette yells and waves her hands around, like nothing just happened.
Taylor jabs the guy in the face two times, sending his head flying backwards. The guy grunts loudly and runs toward Taylor. Taylor’s face is partially amused, as he slams the guy’s face into his knee. The crowd is moving toward the cage, flooding where Taylor is walking out. It’s over? The guy in the ring is being carried out with his crew.
Taylor is grinning ear to ear, stretching his tattooed, huge arms above his head. A few girls reach up and run their fingernails down Taylor’s chest, but he removes their hands and keeps moving toward the cage.
“What a freaking fight!” Cindy says, elbowing me. “Who was that girl you were talking to?” I glanced back but the brunette was gone. “You missed half of it!” she yells, but I’m too scared to care what she has to say.
Taylor’s eyes catch mine. A line of worry stretches across his forehead when he really looks at me. “You okay?” he mouths.
I shake my head and start toward the door. Cindy is yelling after me. I don’t turn around. I just want to go hide. He is
“Don’t worry, hustler,” Taylor says low in my ear. “You’re the only one that gets to tell me that and I follow orders.”
I hide my smirk and pretend to be interested in the rusty V.I.P seating inside of a caged-in fence beside the actual fighting cage. “I’ll see you in a bit,” Taylor says, pressing his lips against my forehead.
“Ah ha!” Cindy yells from beside me. “You did fuck him,” she says. “Was it good? Is he big? Tell me,” he begged, lip poked out.
I push it back into her mouth and smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I say, wiggling my eyebrows.
“You bitch,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest.
“If the stiletto fits,” I say.
She opens her mouth to say something when the crowd deafens her voice. I look around to see what caused the noise. A tall kid walks out into the middle of the ring. “That’s what I’m talking about. Let me hear some fucking noise, kids!”
The arena roars. The tall guy walks around the arena, hand cupper over his ear. “I. Can’t. Hear. You!” he screams.
Everyone jumps up and down. Rattling the fences. My heart pounds at the excitement. “Now, for the Fight Night Champion, three years running…. Taylor BadAss Jacks !” he screams, banging the clipboard along the fence.
I watch as Taylor runs through the side door, fist pumping and screaming at the fans. My heart starts to beat erratically as I watch him. He pounces into the cage, jumping around on his toes, as he jabs at the air.
You’re so fucking hot, Taylor! Beat his ass! Come home with me, Taylor! Taylor flexes his muscles and I see his eyes flicker to mine. He smiles, winks and turns back toward the arena. My heart flutters knowing he was looking at me. I can’t believe I’m turning into one of these crazy groupie girls. “Wow, girl, are you the one he is winking at?” someone behind me asks.
I glance back. A tall brunette, with a huge toothy smile is staring at me. I nod. “Yeah, I guess.”
She furrows her brow and clicks her tongue on the side of her mouth. “Wait, you’re Layla, right?” she asks.
Damn, does everyone know who I am? “Who wants to know?”
She rolls her eyes. “My ex-boyfriend, Rod, was looking for you. He was asking around to find out where you live.”
My blood runs cold. She waves her hand in front of my face. “Hello?” she asks, but the crowd roars and I notice I’ve missed the introduction of the other opponent. The brunette yells and waves her hands around, like nothing just happened.
Taylor jabs the guy in the face two times, sending his head flying backwards. The guy grunts loudly and runs toward Taylor. Taylor’s face is partially amused, as he slams the guy’s face into his knee. The crowd is moving toward the cage, flooding where Taylor is walking out. It’s over? The guy in the ring is being carried out with his crew.
Taylor is grinning ear to ear, stretching his tattooed, huge arms above his head. A few girls reach up and run their fingernails down Taylor’s chest, but he removes their hands and keeps moving toward the cage.
“What a freaking fight!” Cindy says, elbowing me. “Who was that girl you were talking to?” I glanced back but the brunette was gone. “You missed half of it!” she yells, but I’m too scared to care what she has to say.
Taylor’s eyes catch mine. A line of worry stretches across his forehead when he really looks at me. “You okay?” he mouths.
I shake my head and start toward the door. Cindy is yelling after me. I don’t turn around. I just want to go hide. He is
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