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Vance
Present Day
My head snapped left, and pain exploded in my jaw.
Blood filled my mouth.
No defensive stance, I winked. “That’s the best you’ve got, mate? A
cheap shot to the jaw?” No one touched my face. Any other part of my
body? Fair game. But my face? Fuck no. This asshole was going down—
when I was ready.
He came at me again with a jab followed by a cross. My ribs took the
hit, and air left my lungs. No denying it, the steroid prick was packing some
force behind his punches.
Wheezing, I smiled. “My grandmother hit harder than you.” Watching
his shoulders, his hands, his face, I counted every fucking tell. “And for the
record, by hit, I mean slap.”
I let him come at me with first a left, then a right uppercut, repeating
both. The fucking prick smiled around his mouth guard as he delivered the
four blows, thinking he had me dead to rights.
Then he made his first and last mistake. He came at me with a textbook
hook.
Leading with his right, not covering his left, he raised his arm in an arc
and swung toward my temple.
I would’ve smiled if this wasn’t so disappointingly easy. Instead, I
blocked his move with my left arm as my right hand shot out.
The palm strike hit him dead center.
His head snapped back, his face exploded with blood and he hit the mat.
TKO.
“Right.” I cracked my neck and rolled my shoulder, refraining from the
unsportsmanlike move of spitting on his unconscious ass. “Apologies, I
forgot. No face shots.”
Ignoring the staring pricks at the private, exclusive gym that was
nothing more than an excuse to beat the shit out of strangers, I left my
useless opponent lying prone, maneuvered under the ropes and stepped
down from the ring.
“Hey,” one of the managers called. “You can’t just leave him there.”
“He’s still breathing.”
Looking like a steroid twin of the guy on the mat, the manager shook
his head. “Not the point.”
“Then tell me, what is? He signed the waiver, same as anyone else
here.” And paid a hefty sum when he did.
Frowning, the manager looked at the guy as he groaned and came to.
“Right. Good luck with that.” I turned toward the locker room.
Two small hands landed on my chest as a made-up blonde planted
herself in front of me and smiled. “That was impressive.”
Never having seen her before, not that I kept track of the ring bunnies
who liked to fuck the alpha dogs, I winked. “Love, you don’t know the half
of it.”
“Oooh,” she flirted, winking right back. “You’re good with your hands
and you’re British.”
Wrong. “Caught me.” Literally. “Give me a chance to shower and I’ll
show you what else I can do with my hands.”
Not half as dumb as she was acting, she tried to play me. “Over dinner?
Le Saison?”
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