Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (book suggestions .txt) 📕

Matt

I come out into the hall accompanied by the noise of the crowd. The spotlight blinds my eyes. The squealing of chicks is deafening.

Radge's support is weaker, because this is my town. The people know their winner, you can feel it in the vibrations in the air.

Damn, how I've missed this atmosphere. I can' t help but smiling as I make my way to the makeshift ring, if you can call that a spot in the center of the hall, not even fenced in with a net.

The local fight is illegal, so you can hardly find influential people here, but there are some in the shadow. They send their mutts, such as Larry, to make money.

I get slapped on the shoulders, my name is heard from every direction, and it boils my blood. It is here that I feel like I am the decider of destinies, including my own.

I step into the center, where Radge is already waiting. I smile at him. We had fought last year, and he had won then. But his joy was in vain, for the real reason for his victory was not his strength and superiority, but my weakness for drugs. I got rid of it safely, which is why the bully will be lying at my feet today.

After scanning the hall, I bump into a familiar figure sitting on Sergio's shoulders. Great, from up there she'll have a better view of how I'm getting mine. Let her make sure and remember. I send Marina an air kiss, and get a look of disgust in return. Fine, girl, you can hate me.

The referee blows his whistle, signaling the start of the fight. Radge goes straight for the offense. I beat back his lunge and apply my finely honed tactics. At first, I hit him in the face a few times, bouncing back to the side. My advantage is agility and speed. His body is huge, and easier for me to hit him. Moving in small increments, I get behind him and make a hook.

"Come on, Maaatt" Some chick screams, while Radge quickly gets up and starts acting in a different way.

He makes a distraction with his right hand, and I twist, but immediately groan when I feel a hard mate under my back. The asshole took me down. The hog rolls on top of me and starts choking me. Adrenaline rips through my veins as my eyes become cloudy. These are the minutes I'm here for. It's a fine line, and only I decide to give up or keep going. And I do. I gather all my strength and kick my left punch into the jerk's face. I use the momentary indulgence to roll over and now elbow him in the throat. I shout out loud, regaining my superiority. The people around me freak out, turning the noise into a monotonous mess. My temples pulse as I continue to squeeze his throat, ignoring his efforts to twist away. My heart is pounding into my chest. My brain feels like a lit fuse that's about to explode from too much tension in my muscles.

"Time" The ref yells, pulling my arms away from Radge.

"Yeah!" I jump up, pushing his oxygen-grabbing body away from me. Mad energy rolls in waves under my skin.

"Cash wins!"

There are cheers on all sides. I don't see the people who lost today by betting on someone other than me. I don't give a shit about them. I'm back! Yeah!

People I know try to push their way in to congratulate me, and I bump into Marina again in the crushing crowd. She's no longer on Sergio's shoulders. She pushes through with him to me. Or rather, only he pushes through, and she just sticks to him so she doesn't get lost.

"You got him good, Cash!  " Sergio yells in my ear. As pleased as punch. You bet he is. He's always betting big on me, which means he got a good deal today.

"As I always do!" I smile, not taking my eyes off the little bitch, who looks at me differently now. There is a touch of respect in the dark eyes, but the contempt is still there. It became even more palpable.

Someone pushes her in the shoulder, advancing toward me. She grudgingly adjusts the strap of her white tank top, which slips off her shoulder every time she's snagged. My dick immediately responds to this movement. The adrenaline is coursing under my skin, and I wanna fuck now more than ever. And not with just anyone, but with this particular bitch. I wanna wipe the arrogant expression off her face and see the way her plump mouth rounds as I drive myself into her.

"Look, we're going to my place now, so come with us," The brat yells in my ear. He apparently intends to do with Marina the same thing I'm doing with her right now in my mind, "My parents are gone, let's have a party."

"Okay" I agree, because that's exactly what I need right now.

I spend half an hour exchanging a few words with the people, then take a quick shower, and go with the guys to the right address.

Music booms throughout the neighborhood. Sergio's two-story house is one of the most luxurious on this street. He likes to throw parties when his folks are out of town. We go inside with Red and two of our guys. Once we're in the huge living room, packed to the brim with drunks, we head into the kitchen. I am greeted as befits a winner.

With a big smile on my face, I accept all their flattering congratulations. I will not conceal it, I like it.

I drink a glass of whiskey and look around.

"Have you seen Marina?" The Redhead rises on his toes and runs his eyes over the bodies twitching to the music.

"You said you'd made your choice whose side you are on" I remind him of his own words, while I search for her. I wonder if Sergio's already taken down that little prude.

If so, I don't want to get my hands dirty with her. It's a pity. Sure, I could fuck her once, but it wouldn't be as much fun as if she were unavailable.

"I'll always be on your side, Matt, but I'll still apologize to her. She's awesome"

"You already said that" I chuckle as I find the thin figure.

Marina is standing next to the other grid-girl, chatting vividly about something. Her small ass is covered tightly by the shorts, not as short as the other day, but it still looks good.