Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
I was a fucking monster, and Tristan was about to find that out really quick.
I walked back out of the clubhouse to see Tristan sitting on one of the tables beside Joey, his VP, Jesup, flanking his side.
Joey looked up at me as I walked over to him. “Ready?” he asked. I nodded. He ran his eyes over my face for a moment before he nodded as well. “Alright, remember to keep your face and your stomach covered. Rachel’s not going to go easy on you.”
I nodded in understanding. “Got it,” I told him.
Tristan gripped my wrist before I could spin away to go to the ring, his eyes intent on mine. Worry for my well-being shone in their depths, and I swallowed thickly, my heart skipping a beat at the unfamiliar, tender look. “Be careful up there, alright?”
I nodded, shooting him a small smile. I could take care of myself. Tristan didn’t know who I was today, but if he stuck around long enough, he would quickly find out.
And though Tristan got on my fucking nerves, I could deal with him being an asshole. It was familiar territory for me because it was easy as fuck for me to be bitchy back.
But when he got all caring? I didn’t know how to deal with him. It made my heart skip beats, and it made my stomach flutter.
Reluctantly, Tristan let me go. I walked up to the makeshift ring, waiting for Joey to announce me and Rachel into the ring.
I was going to fuck this bitch up.
Chapter Five
Tristan
Fucking hell, she was so much sexier than she’d been at eighteen.
In the three years that I had been gone, she had filled out into a beautiful young woman, and she’d eventually shaped into a fucking goddess. The woman standing at the edge of that ring was fucking magnificent. No one could ever compare to her.
I could tell she worked out a lot by the defined muscles of her abdomen, and I could see the hint of muscle in her arms. She was light as a feather. I knew that from carrying her. But I had no damn idea that she was this fucking fit.
“She’ll do alright,” Joey assured me.
I just pretended to not hear him. I hated that he knew her better than I did, hated that when she was near him, she leaned into him without realizing it. She instantly sought him out in a room.
She looked at him like she used to look at me.
And yeah, I had ruined that shit between us, but I was back now. I was back to fix this shit with her.
I just needed her to stop fighting me every step of the damn way.
With a grunt, Joey got up and walked up into the ring. “Alright, first up we have Rachel Keen. She’s a guest here from another club,” Joey announced, looking at the far corner of the ring.
A few cheers went up, and I watched as a girl with blonde hair stepped into the ring. She was wearing a bright pink sports bra with a pair of tight, pink workout shorts that showed her ass cheeks. I heard some whistles come up around the crowd, and I scowled.
She had absolutely nothing on Addy.
“And next, we all have your favorite—Adelaide!” Joey roared, reaching down to help her up into the ring.
The moment Adelaide stepped up onto the mat, a roar went up in the crowd surrounding the ring, the noise almost deafening. And there wasn’t even that many people watching the fucking fight.
“She’s not the same girl, Grim,” Jesup said, calling me by my street name.
I nodded in agreement. “Trust me, I know,” I grumbled. “The old Adelaide would have never even thought about violence like this.” After the way she’d grown up, violence used to make her nauseous and panicky. Now, she was seeking it out?
It made me sick to my stomach. Just who was Adelaide today?
“You ladies know the rules,” Joey told them. “No hair pulling, no biting. Fight fair. The winner leaves here with a grand in their pocket.”
They both nodded in understanding. Joey stepped out of the ring. “Fight!” he roared.
Adelaide quirked an eyebrow at Rachel, a smirk twisting her lips. I felt my blood chill at the sight of that smirk. This version of Addy was cold. She was a true fighter.
“Are you sure you don’t want to back out while you’ve got a chance?” Addy taunted her. Rachel scowled. “I see you wrapped your pretty little knuckles up.” She laughed, but it was more of a cackle.
I looked at Rachel’s hand, and sure enough, her knuckles were wrapped in bandages to keep them from getting scarred or busted up. Adelaide’s hands were bare, and I suddenly realized why she had so many scars covering her knuckles and her hands.