Elise Richardson has been head over heels for Kade Dawson since she first laid eyes on him. Twelve years later and Elise is still too timid to act on her adoration towards a guy who barely notices her.
Parker Reynolds will do anything for her best f...
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The fight started in slow motion. The Vietnamese guy–whom Longbeard said was named "The Ripper"–had lunged first with his face twisted into a mask of rage.
Kade, of course, remained his usual impassive, brooding self. Surprise, surprise. Even in a life or death situation, Kade couldn't seem to give a shit.
Kade blocks the first blows easily with his left forearm and the next with his right. The Ripper is throwing hard and fast punches left and right but Kade looks as if defending himself is effortless. I gape as I watch his bronze muscles tense and release and the muscles in his legs ripple as he stands his ground. His brow is puckered in concentration and his jaw is locked with determination.
I swear, this man was a Greek god in his past life.
The crowd roars and boos both of their names and the Ripper's focus seems to stray slightly from the arena. Kade's concentration never wavers, and I notice the exact moment that he prepares to strike back.
Kade leans back on his left foot and balls his fists in front of his face. I watch as the action causes some of the veins in his forearms to flex. Dear Lord.
With two quick steps, he moves forward and his right fist collides with the Ripper's left cheek.
"Damn, that's gonna leave a bruise," Longbeard mutters, munching on some popcorn.
I tear my gaze away from the arena to narrow my eyes at him accusingly. "Where did you get that popcorn?"
He shoves a handful into his mouth and munches happily and two pieces become stuck in his beard.
Barry answers for him: "At the concession stand. Duh."
I follow the direction of his thumb pointed behind him and decide to push my limits by mocking him. "Duh."
"You're playing with fire, sister," Longbeard says with a mouthful of popcorn.
"You—" I point at him, "–should've gotten me popcorn and then I wouldn't have to play with fire. Besides, when did you even go to the concession stand? You've literally been glued to my side since Kade left."
Longbeard shrugs. "I have my ways."
I open my mouth to argue more, but the crowd goes completely wild. I snap my head back towards the arena and Kade has flipped the Ripper on his back. He's hovered over him so all I can see are his back muscles straining from pinning the grown man to the mat. Goddamn that shit's hot as fuck.
Red Shirt scrambles from the side of the arena to the center and counts off the holding. No matter how hard the Ripper struggles and squirms, Kade doesn't give any intention of letting up.
"Ten!" Red Shirt shouts.
"Pu-gi-list! Pu-gi-list!" The crowd chants and some others boo at the Ripper.
