Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (most popular ebook readers .txt) 📗

"Cash, are you hooked on her?" The redhead turns to the right, cautiously watching my face. The asshole always knows how to ask a question in time, and he gets a punch in the face for it.

"Aw, fuck" He rubs his cheek and punches me in the shoulder. "You see now what I told you about the first night? "

There's no point in answering. He already sees everything. Savage really has some kind of magic to get dogs on her and run away. The only thing that pisses me off is that she lets Sergio nearer to her than the others. That jackass is always around, and once again I wonder if she keeps running to him, does that mean the bastard's got her all to himself? I don't think so. Or am I wrong?

The vivid images of how he might be fucking her today, or had already fucked her since she was with him in the morning, make my eyes sparkle with anger. I hate that feeling. It's a shitty feeling when someone who was putting her body under my lips and tongue just last night is already hanging around with someone else today. Fuck!

"Matt, she won't let Lopez anywhere near her. Where is she and where is that asshole?" Alex's pointlessly trying to get through to my clouded mind.

I don't know where, but it's a fact that I'm going to give that bitch a hard time tonight and make her moan and yell my name very clearly.

I come to the fight already heated to the breaking point. You can fucking bend metal on me. When I enter the gym, I look for the sweet couple, but when I don't find them, I head to the locker room. I change into my shorts, secure my gloves, and stretch my neck. I take a few deep breaths. The main thing is not to kill Mitch now.

Pure rage mixed with the desire to drag Reenah in here and make her write out today's schedule by the minute, is running through my veins. What's the matter, huh? Why the fuck am I even thinking about this?

I smash my fist into the metal door of the box, which sags miserably inward from the force of the blow. There's screaming and yelling coming from the hall. Mitch is introduced. I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my entire body.

Okay. Get the fuck together, Matt!

Adrenaline rolls under my skin, inciting me to fight. When my name is called, I walk out the door and through the crowd on my usual winning route. They reach out to say hello, and I shake hands with some of the more stubborn ones. Let them rejoice. The chicks chant "Cash," making me chuckle contentedly. They want a spectacle, I'll give them a spectacle. And Reenah, too.

I realize that I am deliberately slowing my pace, scanning the room and heads, looking for the familiar brunette. Rie is standing right in front of the ring. There's an asshole's arm around her thin waist, whose bones I want to break with particular pleasure.

I smile broadly. As I pass them, I pull in front of the girl. Rina meets my gaze. Her eyes are far from indifferent again. Her chin is tucked up, her lips are pressed together. Sweet, plump, moaning from my caresses the night before. Lopez tenses, but I don't give a shit about him. He doesn't understand this way, I'll put it another way. Watch and enjoy, asshole.

I lean over and place my palm on the thin neck, which is encircled by a cheap necklace. Reenah flinches as I say in her ear, under hundreds of prying eyes:

"Don't play with me, Rie. It's very dangerous"

I flick my tongue demonstratively over her creepy neck, letting everyone know that she belongs to me, and jump up on the mats.

We begin the fight to the deafening chanting. I throw a few punches at once, blocking Mitch and skillfully bouncing aside. My tactics involve small runs and clear strikes to my opponents' weaknesses, which I learn about beforehand or remember from previous fights. I've taken Mitch down before.

It won't be a problem today either. My opponent manages to get a couple of shots to my ribs and get me to the mat, but I have too much rage in me today to afford to lose. I clobber him and start choking him. One, two. A little more, but he manages to break free, hitting me in the solar plexus. I hiss, trying to get to my feet as quickly as possible, and when I do, I happen to glance over at Reenah and Lopez. The jerk says something in her ear, and she, meanwhile, stares intently at me. And then.... Then something happens that takes precious seconds away from me.

The asshole's lips go down on her shoulder. I don't give a shit about Mitch anymore. I want to punch the asshole who touches mine. Somewhere in my subcortex I realize Reenah is suddenly screaming something to me, green eyes widening in horror, and then a sudden deafening ringing in my ears blinds me. A pain pierces my head. My eyes swim before me, blurring everything into a colorful fog.

The ref counts down to three, and I can't find the fucking strength to even stand up.

"Mitch wins!"

Fuck!