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

"I didn't"

The abrupt answer makes me close my eyes in awe, because I believe her. The savage is not the kind of person who would lie, I could feel it in my gut. I find her lips, bitten by fear, and do what is now vital. I run my tongue into her wet mouth, flying away from the way Reenah moans in response, and she suddenly thrusts violently toward me with her whole body. She greedily meets my tongue with hers, and with her short fingernails she digs into my bare belly. I devour the pomegranate lips, feeling the jealousy leave my body and the sticky sense of ownership takes its place. It flashes a bright neon sign and signals that things will be different now. No more games. No fucking empty flirting. And no bastards within half a metre.

I rake the long hair into a fist, and then bite Rie painfully on the bottom lip.

"Ouch" She hisses, jerking her head away. The green eyes are angry, but she's a smart girl, and she knows what it is for.

"If you do that again, I'll kill you!" I whisper into her half-open mouth and rub my finger over the wound from my teeth.

A cough from the doorway makes us turn around at the same time.

"It's a fine show you've put on, but we've got another one to go to. Ready, girl?"

Larry's almost glowing with joy. Asshole. It's rare here, because everyone knows what happens when you lose. Beware of betting on debt. Behind his fat body Red looms up and rests his shoulder on the doorjamb.

Rie is still pressed tightly against me, which allows me to feel the calm heartbeat of a second ago being thrown off. Her pulse is racing like crazy. Despite the fact that fear emanates from her in waves, Miss Brave nods her head confidently and is about to push me away to go voluntarily to the scaffold.

"No, she's not" I answer instead of her.

Larry's eyebrow arches questioningly, and Rie looks at me with a bewildered look.

"Matt, let me go" Her cold breath hits my cheek.

"You're not going there."

"Cash, I know you're worried about your whore, but the girl lost, and you know the rules" Larry rubs his thumb over the dial of his wristwatch. Motherfucker.

"Call her a whore again, and I'll rip your eye out and replace it with a dial from your fake Rolex"

The pig straightens unhappily, but prudently keeps his mouth shut. If I'm angry, I'm capable of a lot of things. And he knows it.

"She'll have to come out. The people are waiting for the fight. So is Mitch"

"I'll go instead of her"

"WHAT?" Three voices with different intonations fly in my direction. Reenah's baffled, Red's disbelieving, and Larry's disgruntled.

"A rematch"

"Matt, you might have a concussion" Red comes into the locker room, looking at me like I'm crazy.

"I don't have it. I lost my bearings a little bit, I'm fine now"

"Matt, no!" Thin fingers painfully dig into my skin. "I have to pay for my mistake myself. You don't have to do this for me."

"Shut your mouth, Rie! I decide what you owe and to whom you owe it. Or rather, you don't"

"Cash, this fight's got to be thrown, you know what I mean?" Larry comes too, and lowers his voice. "When we let those who bet in debt out, that means that all the people who bet on Mitch have to win. And that's almost a hundred percent. Nobody bets on the rookie"

"I don't throw a fight ever!" I turn away from Reenah and step close to the organizer.

"So she goes!"

"No!"

"Cash, there's no third option. Either she goes and passes out in the first minute, or you go and lose!"

"Fuck" says Red.

Reenah breathes nervously on my shoulder.

"Matthew, don't!" Cold fingers rest on my shoulder blade, injecting confidence under my skin that this time I'm doing the right thing.

"Announce me!" I nod to Larry.

A squinting look in his fat eyes drills a hole in my forehead, trying to see if I got the message, but when he doesn't see it, the bastard points his finger.

"You heard me!"

Turns around and walks out.

I exhale noisily, realizing what I'm condemning myself to. I've never thrown a fight. That's my principle. Either fight to the end, or don't. Never been a mutt fighting for money, and never will be. I fight because I like it. It's the adrenaline that gets me going.

I turn around and meet the unblinking green eyes.

"Don't take one step away from Red, okay? If you want me to win, of course"

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