Page 86 of Pulse
He tapped a finger against his forehead and wiggled his eyebrows. “If she’s feisty, we take note.”
I feigned throwing up. “I’m going to have to keep an eye on you.”
He just winked at me with a cocky grin and turned back to watch the fight. I regarded him for a moment and wondered what his game was. Did he give a shit about what happened to Ash and me? There was a big chance that he wouldn’t even make the Championship bout this round and that meant he stood to lose a lot of money.
Hamish glanced at me and smiled. “You’re up against Rogue tonight?” He let out a long whistle. “That’s somethin’ I wanna see.”
“Don’t get your hopes up,” I replied, turning back to the cage where Ash was laying into his opponent.
Hamish was laid-back, charming, handsome and talented, but he had nothing on Ash. Nobody even came close. If there was a star in all this shit and scum, it was Ash Fuller.
He was different in so many ways; I could scarcely count them all. I watched the bevy of women that screamed for his attention, thrusting their tits his way and fluttering their eyelashes, hoping that he’d throw them a bone. A few bucks and a quick fuck. It used to make me mad with rage that they’d paw at him while I was standing right next to him. Jealous eyes, claws bared, looks of disdain...all aimed at me because plain old Ren Miller, Reign of Terror, obviously wasn’t pretty enough to bag the sexiest fighter at The Underground.
All these people screamed for him, but it was me his eyes found amongst the noise. It was him that my body gravitated towards. It was me that he took home. It was me he saw through the things that others thought were shortcomings. It was me he loved.
It was Ash that calmed the nerves inside me and gave me the strength to get through. We were a team. Together we were stronger.
The referee in the ring was bellowing Ash’s name, Maverick, over and over, declaring him the winner. I stood and bounded down the bleachers, leaving Hamish behind, and shoved through the crowd not giving a fuck who I pissed off.
I needed one last kiss before it was my turn. One last kiss for luck.
It was my time to fight.
