She grabs my face and swings my gaze in the direction of the ring, but I start laughing instead. “I wouldn’t do anything for that man,” I instantly repeat, just to win. “I dare you to look at him and tell me you wouldn’t do anything for that man. I’m so astounded, only now realizing my crazy best friend isn’t the only female in Seattle who’s apparently lost her head for this guy, when I feel her squeezing my arm. The fighters tonight apparently don’t wear boxing gloves, and I see his fingers flex and fist at his sides, his hands enormous and tanned, his fingers long.Īcross the ring from me, a woman waves a poster reading “REMY’S #1 BITCH” proudly in the air, and she’s screaming at the top of her lungs in his direction-I guess in case he doesn’t know how to read or misses the neon pink letters or the glitter. The baddest of the bad, I give you, the one, the only, Remington ‘Riptide’ Tate!”Ī shiver runs along my spine as the crowd goes crazy over the name alone, especially the women, and their eager shouts tumble one atop the other.Īll heads turn as a figure in a hooded red cape trots toward the ring. The public falls silent, and the announcer calls, “Ladies and gentlemen, and noooww … the moment you’ve all been waiting for, the man you’re all here to see.

“Get ready for some serious piece of eye candy, Brookey!” Which apparently, thank god, they both did. “He’s next,” she hisses, uncaring of who won this last round, or if they even survived. She’s effusive and insistent, and now she’s jumping in glee. And then myself for agreeing to come here in the first place.īut my poor, dear Melanie has a new man-crush, and as soon as she found out the object of her nightly fantasies was in the city participating in these “private” and very “dangerous” underground club fighting games, she begged me to come with her and watch him. “You look ready to puke, you are so not cut out for this!”Īs soon as I take my eyes off these men and make sure they’re both breathing when they finish this round, I’m going to murder my best friend without mercy. “Brooke!” Melanie, my best friend, squeals and hugs me. Any minute now I expect one of them to fall and never, ever, get up again. The worst part of it all is that I can hear the god-awful sound of bone cracking against flesh, and the hairs on my arms are pricked in utter fear.

Beating like crazy in my head as the two fighters in the underground boxing ring lunge at each other, both men equal in height and weight, both extremely muscled as they pound each other’s faces in.Įvery time one of them lands a punch, cheers and claps burst across the room, which is crowded with at least three hundred spectators, all of them thirsting for blood. Melanie has been shouting in my ear for the past half hour and my nerves are so frazzled by what we’re witnessing, I can barely even hear anything.

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