Page 107 of Keep Your Guard Up
“I’ll keep it in hers.”
Sunny’s face dropped, as did my joking demeanour.
“The fuck did you just say?” I asked in that quiet, painstakingly smooth voice.
Turning towards him, that ugly, fucked-up smile he wore. his face looked like mine—cheekbones hanging out and jawline sharper than ever. He was completely drained of water.
‘You could still take him,’ my mind whispered.
“You heard me.” Another flash of that grin. “Quite a piece you got there, Riordan. Be a shame if you had to share her.”
Every last ounce of energy rushed my body instantly, fuelling adrenaline as if it was a re-feed and a gallon of water. My fingers tingled in anticipation and my toes pushed me forward. I’d crossed the room quicker than I’d realised I could in this state.
The clouds over my mind cleared, narrowing in on the cunt on the scales. I briefly registered the look of surprise on his face before I dove on his hips, picking the prick up and throwing him onto a nearby table. There were vague sounds of things crashing to the ground, and I think I was yelling?
Someone caught my raised fist before I could land it square on his jaw. His face was going purple. Why was it going purple? Why was he holding his breath? Another hand tugged on my wrist, pulling it away from his throat.
Oh, that was why.
“You’re dead, Riordan,” Randy rasped as multiple pairs of string arms dragged me away. I thrashed, pulling, and freeing myself gradually from their grip. But there were at least three of the fuckers, and every time I gained on one, another grabbed me twice as hard.
“I’m coming for youandher,” was all I heard before they rounded me past a corner.
A flash of a head of blonde hair pushed past us, heading for that prick face.
Fuck, I need food.
Chapter 60
Chance
“Argh!!” I grunted, throwing the kick as hard as I could into the pads currently protecting Al’s arms. Being the main event, Randy and I’s fight was the last on the card. Pairs of fighters left and returned. Half victorious, half already being taken to the hospital. Training kits got packed away, bags and pads carted out one by one.
He sighed.
“Take five, Chance. I’m not holding for you unless you’re gonna concentrate.”
I kicked my water bottle over as I stalked to the bench, bursting with energy. My body had absorbed a good re-feed andsome water like a sponge in a bathtub. I reached for my phone but was met with a tauntingly blank screen.
No new messages.
Fuck sake.
I huffed out a consistent stream of breaths, trying to force the frustration out of my body. I picked up the skipping rope, needing to do something about this relentless energy buzzing inside me.
Where is she?
“Relax, Rio. She’ll be here.”
I jumped at JJ’s voice, almost stumbling out of my skin at thecontentof what he’d said.
“Dude!” I clipped him over the ear. “Keep it down, will you?!” I whisper-yelled in his face.
Dear god, this dude really needs to lay off on the onion rings.
I peered subtly over JJ’s shoulder to Al chatting peacefully to Marilyn.
Thank god.
