Game(37)

“I never thought I’d see the day where a woman is trying to convince me to have sex,” I said.

“What is it?” she asked. She stepped at me. “Is it me? Is it her? Just tell me.”

“Sweetie, don’t do this…”

She came closer to me. “I am. I’m going to do this.”

“Not before a fight. My mind needs…”

“Am I ugly? Fat? What is it, Finn?”

I jumped at her. I was ready to pounce. A hungry beast looking for a meal. I wanted to sample the sweet taste between her legs. My ears begged to hear her scream my name. My cock twitched and throbbed, desperate to come to life and reach depths in her core that she never felt before.

I lifted Shayna up and put her against a wall. My hands held her waist. Her hands clawed at my arms.

“Yes,” she groaned. “Yes, Finn.”

“Look at me,” I growled. “You are not ugly. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met in my life. You are not fat. Goddammit. I don’t ever want to hear you say that again. As long as I’m with you. Your curves are the most desirable thing I’ve ever touched in my life.”

I had no idea what was happening to me. But right then, I wanted to f*ck her. I demanded to f*ck her. I lowered her down to her feet.

Fuck the fight… I’m getting-

“Now that’s what I like to see,” a voice said.

It was Fiore.

He adjusted his tie and grinned. “But it’s time to fight, Finn.”

I released my hold on Shayna and backed away.

She had her hands to the wall, eyes wide. She was terrified and turned on.

It’s time to fight…



~



I was getting my ass handed to me.

Brick matched every move with a move of his own. My right jab was weak and predictable. He knocked it away and smashed his fist into my ribs. I groaned and spit, feeling like my lung had exploded. His hand grabbed the back of my neck and he threw me to the concrete ground like I was a toy.

I turned and he was right there.

One, two fists came crashing down at me, both hitting my face, smacking the back of my head against the ground.

I lifted my foot and kicked at Brick, hitting him in the gut. I put my arms up in a X and protected my face. I blocked his punches with my leg and foot, finally landing a lucky shot to his jaw. His neck snapped back, blood spraying from his mouth. He turned and stumbled, giving me enough time to get to my feet.

As I looked around, I remembered what was at stake. I had to take care of Brick before anything else. I looked up and saw Shayna standing on a ledge. Right next to Fiore. He was sucking on a fat cigar, grinning. His men were all around him. I had an image of those men touching Shayna. Groping her. Trying to…

I looked just in time to see Brick charging at me. I moved and walloped him with a right to the stomach. I grunted and he instantly dropped to his knees. He held his stomach, face red. I swung another right and hit him in the jaw. His head swiveled. I grabbed his hair and pulled him back.

“Get the f*ck up!” I yelled. “These people want to see a fight!”

The crowd went wild.

I let Brick get to his feet and take a few swings at me. I ducked and jumped out of the way, letting the people see my footwork. Brick kept coming after me and I kept f*cking with him. I even turned and put my back to him, acting like a total dick. It was nothing but disrespect to Brick, but the people loved it. When I turned, he was there again. I saw his shoulder drop and predicted the punch. I moved and threw my head into his. Our skulls cracked together. Brick fell back and down to his ass. I could have tore him up and finished it then.

But Fiore liked a good show.

I walked backward until I was against the edge of the crowd. People threw their arms around me, all grabbing at the sweaty mess I was. I never understood why people liked it, but I let them have their f*cking show.

It took Brick a good minute or so to get to his feet.

I then walked forward and stuck my jaw out. I touched my jaw and nodded. “Come on, *. Hit me. One free shot.”

The people really loved when I did that.

I knew Brick had nothing left. His eyes were damn spinning in his head. His face bloody and swollen. He looked confused, definitely taken off guard by how aggressive I had become.

He brought his fist back and threw the free punch.

There was never a free punch.

I wasn’t a total moron. Any punch could knock someone out.

I put my hand up and grabbed his fist. The crowd cheered. I threw my head forward again, against Brick’s nose. His nose popped and bled. He stepped back and I was on the attack again. I put my fists up and went in to finish the job once and for all.

I had to give him credit though.

He took ten good punches from me and threw two decent ones before he went down. Even then, he reached for me, trying to pull at me. So I stayed on one knee and hit him three more times before his head fell to the side.

Then I stood and opened my arms.

I f*cking won, as expected.

I turned and looked up at Shayna.

Part of the battle was over. Now I just had to battle these feelings for Shayna and where they were going to take me…





26.


(Shayna)



My hands gripped the railing tight as I watched Finn walk around the circle, shirtless, arms opened. I was a second away from climbing on the railing, jumping from it to get to him. That’s how f*cking wild my body felt from the inside out. Fuck Fiore and his demand for a baby. Fuck Zander and his wasted life of abuse. My world existed for Finn right then and only Finn could make it right and keep it right.