Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Grinning like a shark, I wait for the bell to ring. As soon as the sound pierces my ears, I take a step forward. The fucker in front of me does the same, but instead of sizing me up, he makes the first move, his fist flying through the air, and in the direction of my head.
Naturally, I duck and kick my leg out, taking him out at the feet. The sound of skin hitting skin is all I can hear, and it feeds into the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I feel high as I lurch forward and pummel the guy with my closed fists.
My knuckles make contact with his nose, and a sickening crunch meets my ears a moment before blood pours out. Even with blood coating my chest and hands, I don’t stop. I can’t. Each punch makes my muscles burn, and my heart thunder in my chest. Fuck, there is nothing better than beating the shit out of someone.
Focused on the fight, I don’t realize two of Franco’s men are pulling me off of him. He gets back up, and they release me. He’s watching me, his eyes bleed into mine as he wipes away the blood from his lip. The crowd roars as Franco speaks into the microphone. Clenching my jaw, my molars grind together. The anger rippling through me is now at a low simmer, but it’s still there, and I want it gone. I want her gone.
My lips curl at the thought of her, and I take a step toward the nameless guy. He follows, and soon we’re slugging each other. I let him get in a few punches and kicks because the pain overshadows everything else, it dulls all the other emotions I’m feeling.
Fighting until we’re both exhausted, I get the guy on the ground and pound his face in until he’s screaming, his hand slapping against the ground over and over again. Then I stand and let Franco lift my hand, letting everyone know that I’ve won.
Climbing out of the pit, I’m greeted by Talon and two chicks I’ve never seen before. Their tits are hanging out, and they’re wearing shorts that leave very little to the imagination.
I bet I could fuck them right here in front of everyone if I wanted to, and neither of them would object.
The brunette purrs, rubbing against me, placing her hand on my shoulder. “Let’s fuck,” she leans in, and whispers yells.
“Yeah, Jackson, won’t you fuck us?” The brunette’s friend adds, batting her eyes seductively at me. Rolling my shoulders, I shake the brunette’s hand off me.
“No, thanks, babes, maybe later.”
Both girls give me a pout but walk away on unsteady feet.
Running my bloody hands through my hair, I turn to Talon, who is counting out the cash that Franco just gave him.
“I need a beer,” I grunt, already feeling the familiar ache in my muscles. There’s a calmness inside of, me but I know a couple of drinks will make that calmness last a little longer, spread throughout my body. Slowly, my heart rate returns to a normal pace. Talon passes me a beer, and I pop it open and guzzle it down like water, crushing the can when I’m finished.
Fuck is that refreshing.
“Good fight tonight, Jackson. Maybe consider coming every Saturday?” Franco hints, just as he has been for the last month. He wants to highlight me as one of the main fighters, but I don’t give a fuck about what he wants. I come here to let loose, mainly so I can make it through the fucking week without committing some type of murder.
My mom would be heartbroken if I ended up in prison.
“No, thanks. I’ll let you know if I ever change my mind though.” I sling my shirt over my shoulder and head for the door. Talon is hot on my heels, and I snatch another beer from him as we walk out to his car. The cool night air makes me shiver when it connects with my sweat-clad chest. Tipping the beer to my lips, I swallow down the frothy beer, letting the cold liquid cool me from the inside out.
Wiping my face with my shoulder, I crush yet another can and toss it over my shoulder once we reach Talon’s car.
“Dude, you want to binge drink tonight or something?” Talon says, unlocking his SUV. His family has money, hell, everyone that goes to Blackthorn has money. Or grades. Good grades will get you in, it’s how I got in, after all.
“I mean, it doesn’t sound like a bad idea, but…” I pause as I open the car door and hop inside. “Actually, I’ve got a better idea.”
“What’s better than binge drinking?” Talon cocks his brow, and even in the dark, I can see the smile tugging at his lips. In a way, he’s the devil’s advocate, sometimes pushing me to do shit, while other times, he tugs me back away from the edge.