The Bet

2) Night

  "FUCK!" The woman I just upper cut in the jaw screamed.

  Sorry, I thought in my head, but wouldn't be caught dead saying out loud, especially not around here.

  Of course, the woman came back swinging.

  She's sloppy and predictable though, relying on her surprising amount of brute strength and speed to get ahead.

  It's usually reasonably affective, but while she's surprisingly strong, I'm surprisingly good at this whole fighting thing.

  I dodged all of her advances, waiting for her to tire herself out before I make any moves.

  I still have another fight after this. I don't need to burn myself out on the second fight of the night.

We circled the ring, and I waited for the cadence of her steps to falter before diving forward and tackling her to the ground in the least graceful manner possible.

I'm one of the fighters known for taking advantage of the club's only rules being 'don't kill each other' and 'there are no rules'.

  Some people would say I fight dirty.

  . . . And they're right, but a girl's gotta eat. I'm on the smaller end of the women here, so I have to get ahead somehow.

  I steeled myself for the next part, praying she taps out fast and reminding myself that we sign up for this when we pay the entrance fee to fight.

  The sight of my own blood dripping onto the floor of the ring beside her head gave me the strength to strike her in the nose.

  I licked my lips, trying to stop the blood from leaking from the busted lip she gifted me earlier in the fight.

  She went for my throat, but her hand was easy to catch and her aim was terrible because of the blurry reflex tears in her eyes caused by getting punched in the nose.

  With her hand in mine, I did a roll that someone did on me once that I know hurts like a bitch.

  The scream she let out was proof that the practice had payed off and I'd done it right.

  Just to put the nail in the coffin, to make her tap out faster, I planted my knee on her neck to cut off her air way.

  She was tapping out within two seconds of the pressure being there.

I rolled off of her, the sound of my panting mixing with the screams from the crowd, before I was yanked up by someone as close to a referee as you get in an illegal fighting ring.

"WE HAVE A WINNER!" The paper thin, pale skinned man announced, shoving my hand into the air.

I cringed.

I think I messed up my elbow in the last fight.

I cradled it as he let go and I hopped out of the makeshift ring. The girl I just beat the daylights out of is long gone by the time I make my way to the betting table.

Thank god. I hate when they stick around and glare daggers into the back of your head while you collect all the bank you got for kicking their butt into next week.

"Good fight, Sammy," Calvin gruffed, slapping a wad of cash into my hand.

"Thanks, Cal," I nodded and pocketed my winnings while he counted out his cut.

  "Win it again, babe. I'm betting big on you," he pointed a finger at me.

  I rolled my eyes. "That definitely shouldn't be allowed."

  "Shut up, Smalls. This is my house, I do what I want, now go win." He nudged his head towards the ring where the next girl was waiting.

  This douchebag never gives me any breaks between fights.

  Whatever, back to work.

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Author's Note

  Another short one for ✨ story telling purposes ✨ whatever that means, lol. My usual chapters are up to double or triple this length, so you have that to look forward to ig.

  Aside from that, thank you so much for reading my new book 'The Bet'! I'm happy to have you here and hope you enjoy the ride:)

  If you're coming over from my other book 'The Debt', HI! IT'S SO NICE TO HAVE YOU BACK. I hope you enjoy the new story and our new characters.

  If you have no idea what 'The Debt' is and you're a new comer, WELCOME! You're in for a bit of a sexy and emotional roller coaster;)

  Have a nice day!

~ Pepper