Page 128 of Undisputed Chaos
His opponent was good, a solid fighter with seemingly quick hands, but Adrian was something else entirely.
This wasn’t sport. It was a wild, gorgeous kind of war.
“Woah,” I breathed as Adrian landed a combination that sent his opponent crashing into the ropes.
“He’s not normal,” Connor mused. He pulled Sierra closer as blood spewed from the opponent.
Even so, I couldn’t look away.
All I could see was the raw power in every move Adrian made. Sweat glistened on his tattooed torso, highlighting each ripple of muscle as he dodged a wild swing.
Estelle leaned in, voice low and delighted. “Which of his tattoos are your favorites?”
Sierra fanned herself dramatically. “He has so many! Can you even choose?”
Connor nearly growled, his hand taking a possessive grip on her thigh that had her going quiet and me giggling.
Jax’s eyebrow cocked, and he hauled Estelle into his lap, lifting his own shirt to show tanned abs glimmering from the lights. “I’ve got plenty to admire right here.”
I doubled over laughing as Connor rolled his eyes and, not to be outdone, flexed his biceps by Sierra’s face. Her eyes danced.
“You all have issues,” I laughed, and both guys shot me a look that was half pride, half challenge.
“They’re idiots,” Estelle nodded to me, eyes bright. “But they’re our idiots.”
I couldn't help the huge smile from their display. The most dangerous men I'd met, world-class boxers with fearsome reputations, competing for attention like peacocks at a mating dance.
"Now I understand why you're all friends," I said, shaking my head. "Three of the world's most lethal fighters, and you're all just overgrown, possessive puppies with tattoos."
The girls dissolved into giggles while the men exchanged looks that were half offense, half pride this time.
Below, the next round unfolded like a violent dance. Adrian landed a vicious body shot that made his opponent grimace, followed by an ‘uppercut’ that snapped the man's head back.
“Is he supposed to have this much fun?” I asked, voice more breathy than I meant.
“They love this,” Sierra promised, eyes sparkling. “It’s how they prove they’re alive.”
“It’s violent, but it’s their thing,” Estelle supplied, finally tugging Jax’s shirt down. “You’ll get used to thinking he looks hot covered in someone else’s blood.”
I felt my face go red, and immediately, both girls broke into fits of laughter.
The next round started with Adrian clearly dominating, barely touched, while his opponent looked… pretty bad.
“Oh, he's definitely showing off now," Estelle said, nudging me gently. "Look at that strut."
"He'll finish it this round," Connor predicted as the bell rang again. "Watch his right hand."
Adrian’s movements became sharper, more precise, and I could sense the change in energy even from our elevated position.
"Here it comes," Jax murmured, leaning forward slightly.
Adrian moved low, drawing his opponent's guard down, then threw a hit so hard, my own hand flew to my mouth.
The arena held its collective breath as the challenger crumpled to the canvas in what seemed like slow motion.
Adrian had won by knockout.
He just stood there for a second, chest heaving, sweat and blood running down his tattooed torso like war paint.
