Page 104 of Tangled Lies

Grabbing onto the hands I could, I held tight and then held my breath when the airhorn sounded and the guy threw his first punch.

This guy had what I would think were gym muscles. He wasn’t very limber, not like the way Jett was light on his feet. It was hard to track Jett, and before the guy knew it, he was behind the other fighter, his arm wrapped around the guy's neck. The guy’s lips tinted an unnatural shade of purple. The fighter stumbled and his knee hit the ground, getting Jett a win.

“That’s it?”

Jett bounced over, grabbing me into his arms and kissing me. “That’s not my whole prize, right?”

I shook my head as more numbers were called, and I caught Ronan moving over the rope.

“This goes on all night?” I asked, looking at the shirtless guys dotted throughout the crowd.

“Yeah. Usually. It goes until the top four win. The top ten get payouts, which is what brings in the fighters of any kind,” Jett explained.

I kissed him again and then wiggled to get free at the sight of Ronan moving out to the floor.

“Put me down so I can watch Ronan.”

“You can watch him from my arms, pretty girl,” Jett said.

I tried to take a calming breath because good lord they were killing me.

This was going to take a while, and the more I watched them get in and out of the ring, I was starting to think this was torture or the worst kind of foreplay.

I wasn’t sure how many rounds we’d been through, but it sounded like we were in the top ten when they announced the last five rounds and four of those rounds were my guys. I was also getting a little tipsy at this point and a lot more irritated with the ring girls. There were more than just the initial three, and one of them was pissing me off with the way she eye fucked all my men, but specifically Ronan.

“She isn’t reading your tattoos,” I said through clenched teeth.

Ronan went to get into the ring, and I grabbed his arm, pulling him back and kissing him like my damn life depended on it. The crowd erupted into whistles and hollers. A few of the guys had kissed the ring girls and groped them, but not mine, and that made me want them even more.

“Finish these rounds quickly, boys.”

I said the words loud enough I was pretty sure they heard me. And if not? The way I was rubbing against them, hanging on each of them?

“Angel, if you lick me like that, I won’t be finishing this last round at all,” Knox said. I took another drink of my beer, liking the confidence I felt to be even more free than I had before.

“I can’t help it. You guys are lickable.” And I wasn’t lying. Their bodies begged to be touched.

The music turned up, and I knew the girls would be parading their little asses all over the roped-off area, but when I glanced into the ring I saw red and hopped my happy ass over that pathetic little rope.

The girl had her hand on Ronan’s abs.

Self-defense classes be damned, I brought my arm back like I’d watched my guys do all night, and the second I pushed her shoulder with my free hand making her face me, I punched her straight in the nose. The amount of blood running down her fake as shit boobs felt very satisfying.

“Do.” And I punched her again, not entirely sure where I was aiming, but when she grabbed her tit, I knew what I’d done and was happy to do it again.

“Not.”

And another boob punch.

“Touch.”

Another boob punch, but I didn’t get any more punches in because Ronan stepped in between the two of us and a pair of strong arms wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me back even as I kicked and punched like I was getting out of this.

“Princess, I had no idea you could fight.”

I glared at Ronan, and the way he crossed his arms over his chest and stood there watching me? I dropped the punches and gave him a little wave.

“Not sorry, babe.”