Page 130 of Undisputed Chaos
"Adrian, what are we doing?" I laughed, clinging to his neck as he navigated the steps.
"Making it official," he replied, that manic grin plastered across his face. "Your followers get to know who you belong to now."
We emerged at ground level, and Adrian strode confidently toward the boxing ring.
The arena was mostly empty now, just cleaning crew and a few lingering staff members who looked up in shock as the championboxer carried me directly into the ring, stepping between the ropes with practiced ease.
"Adrian!" I protested, noticing the spatters of blood on the canvas. "My shoes?—”
"Will stay perfect because I'm holding you, angel," he interrupted, adjusting his grip so I was cradled securely against his chest. "Take the picture. For your army of followers."
I gasped as I understood and fumbled for my phone, unlocking it with excited fingers.
Adrian positioned us in the center of the ring, the bright overhead lights illuminating his tattooed self and the triumphant gleam in his eyes.
"Like this.” He shifted me in his arms, bringing one tattooed hand up to wrap around my throat, just above the ribbon.
His touch was possessive but tender, his fingers applying gentle pressure to my pulse point.
The pose was pure dominance wrapped in tenderness.
Me in his arms like a claimed prize, his hand at my throat marking as his, both of us illuminated by the harsh arena lights with the blood-stained ring as our backdrop.
I held my phone up, angling it to capture both of us.
The contrast was striking—his huge, inked body against my smaller frame in the pale blue dress, the violence and tenderness, the danger and protection all contained in one perfect image.
"Got it?" he asked, his breath hot against my ear.
I stared at the photo on my screen, my heart racing. It was crazy, sweet, dangerous. Everything we were together.
"It's perfect."
"Good," he rumbled, already turning to carry me out of the ring. "Now show the world who their angel belongs to."
The walk back to the SUV was quick, Adrian's long strides eating up the distance.
When we emerged into the underground garage, the black vehiclewas waiting, Connor and Jax flanking either side while Sierra and Estelle chatted inside.
Adrian slid into the backseat with me still firmly in his lap, clearly unwilling to let me go.
As we pulled away from the arena, I showed my phone to Sierra and Estelle, who immediately leaned forward with eager expressions.
"Oh my GOD!” Sierra squealed, grabbing the phone for a closer look. "This is so good! Connor, look!"
She thrust the phone at Connor, who glanced at it with a raised eyebrow before returning his gaze to Sierra with new intensity.
"You want one like that?" he asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous register that made Sierra visibly shiver.
"Yes," she admitted breathlessly. "Just like that."
Estelle snatched the phone next to show Jax, whose slow smirk promised similar photos in their future. "Next fight," he said, fingers playing with the ends of Estelle's hair. "You in my ring. My hand around that beautiful throat."
I took my phone back, excitement thrumming through me as I opened my apps. With slightly trembling fingers, I crafted the caption:
My chaos, my champion, my entire heart. @AdrianCatalyst.
The moment I hit "post," Adrian's arms tightened around me, his face buried in my hair as if breathing me in.
