If you want a Bad Boy

Chapter 12

Brantley's POV:

Roz found her seat next to Snake in the audience. Tax and Maverick were in my corner like always. I was waiting for my music to hit to come down to the ring. I wasn't the flashy type. Some of these guys came out in costumes. I wore clothes. This was Bare Knuckle Brawling. No pads, no gloves, no gear. Just two guys going head to head. Figuring it would be a little narcissistic of me to use my own song as an entrance, I chose a song by Jessta James, called "Outlaw Heaven". It hit and I started my walk down to the cage. Head down, hat pulled low over my eyes. My opponent was waiting on me. He was close to my size, but I knew I had him. I watched him last week, and he was sloppy. Unfocused. He wore some outlandish neon shorts, matching shirt, and was barefoot. I was in my normal getup. Boots, jeans, tshirt, leather jacket. I had a routine, and it amped up the crowd. When I walked in the ring, I shrugged out of my jacket, Tax and Maverick were waiting for me to hand them everything. Then I pulled off all my rings and chains and shit. Then my hat. Then my tshirt. I was bare chested and bare knuckled, and one of the biggest baddest sum bitches in this stadium. I knew it. The crowd new it. My opponent knew it. "I got money on you Boss!" I heard snake yell out. I chanced a look in that direction and saw Roz's eyes were wide. When the fight started, all my focus was on it.

When the guy went down, he was a bloody, beaten, mess. He was real skittish. His fist made contact with my cheek, barely hard enough to leave a mark. I was big, but I was fast. When I looked over at Roz, her eyes were blown out wide, she was panting, and had a white knuckle grip on her seat. She was leaned in toward the cage, her chest heaving. Even from here I could see her squirming in her seat. Ah shit. I smirked arrogantly. She's hot for it. We all made our way back to the dressing room, and the doc was waiting on us. "You good? Man! You dominated him Boss!" He exclaimed, his smile a little too friendly. I nodded sharply. "Yeah, I'm good." I growled. He did a quick check of my ribs and left to go tend to the other guy. "Hey Roz, you want a job? I'll pay you what you're making now, plus a 25% raise. Better hours too." He asked her. I looked at her, she didn't look too capable of making a decision right now. "Ask her again tomorrow doc." I growled. He nodded and left. As soon as he left, I turned to Roz. "Enjoy the show?" I asked knowingly. She panted and nodded her head, walking towards me. I cracked my neck and shook out my arms and she moaned, mumbling out a string of Spanish. All I caught was Papi. She strutted up to me and kissed me, her nails sinking into my chest, her body writhing against me. I palmed her ass and hauled her up with one arm, her legs locking around my waist. I pulled back long enough to breath. "You realize we have an audience darlin?" I asked and nodded to tax and maverick, sitting in the corner grinning, and Snake, who didn't seem phased by it at all. Snake had seen it all. I once had a business meeting with him while a club girl knelt at his feet sucking him off. Awkward as fuck. "Oh!" She exclaimed and hopped down, hiding her face in my chest. I was sweaty, and probably needed a shower. Roz sniffed at me, and purred, her tongue sneaking out to lap at me. She moaned and started kissing across my chest, her hands petting my abs. I finally managed to pry her off me long enough to remind her we had a meeting at the clubhouse tonight.