18. Ali
eighteen
Ali
God, I missed this smell. I mean, any other time it would be disgusting, but right now, sweat, dirt, and the copper scent of blood fills my nose, and the tension eases. I needed this more than I thought. I won’t tell the guys, at least not yet, but seeing my father and brother again really messed with my head. Yeah, I killed my own father with my bare hands or my own hooker heel, but that was an odd sense of relief. The bastard wanted to sell his own sixteen-year-old daughter to perverts.
Do I regret it? Not an ounce. But a small part of the little girl I used to be mourns the loss of someone we thought loved us. Then again, that little girl had to grow up quick and learned that no one really loves you; you can always be traded for something more. That is the way of the world after all. Money talks.
And now, on top of worrying about Cash and Riot’s fathers, we have to keep an eye on Ethan. Somehow I don’t think he will let the whole killing our father thing go. So yeah, I think I’m in need of a therapy session, and what better way to not talk about my feelings than to beat grown-ass men to a bloody pulp?
When I climbed into the ring, everything settled in me. It was like a balm to my nerves. When the announcer asked if I was willing to take on two guys at the same time, the adrenaline spiked, and my heart started beating a mile a minute. A real challenge after I found out I was fighting none other than Doom. The last guy I fought before my first kidnapping. He also broke my number one rule: no face shots. So, I tried to break his dick; I thought it was only fair. But the way he is sneering at me right now, as they introduce his partner, says otherwise. Waggling my fingers in a little teasing hello, I smirk at him. I know I’m probably only pissing him off more, but what can I say? The more wound up he is, the sloppier he will get. Once the second man enters the ring, I give them both the same warning.
“Same rules as last time.” I eye Doom, who is still glaring daggers at me. “You stay away from my face, and I won’t use your tiny manhood against you.” I glance down at their manhoods in question. Doom snarls, but the Hunter guy smirks like it’s all in good fun.
“You got lucky last time, bitch,” Doom grinds out, only making me shrug. Giving him my best smile I ask, “How’s your dick since last time?” He steps forward, but Hunter stops him.
The announcer moves to the outside of the ring. “Fighters at the ready.”
I nod, taking a second to take in the two men. Doom, let’s hope that isn’t his real name, still looks like the last time I saw him. Standing at over six feet tall, with short dark hair and shit brown eyes. His arms look like tree trunks while he still has chicken-looking legs. It’s hard not to want to laugh. My eyes shift to Hunter. This man looks better built and like he actually has legs days at the gym and is just as tall as his friend. While Doom has dark features, Hunter has long blond hair tied back in a bun with bright blues that seem to shine with lust. Gross. Doom looked at me like that last time, even threatened to dick me down, and look how that all ended.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Riot fuming from the outer edge of the ring, Cash holding him back while telling him something. His eyes flash with fury before he focuses back on me, finally looking less like he wants to throw me over his shoulder and more like a spectator. “Fight!” the announcer yells, and I snap my own focus back to the fight at hand. Doom wastes no time charging at me like a man seeking revenge. I suppose he sort of is with how our last fight ended. Hunter, on the other hand, watches and waits for his chance to strike.
Doom and I begin our violent dance with punches and kicks, followed by ducks and dodges. We go blow for blow, with him being so big and slow; my small size still holds the advantage. I move quickly as he throws another punch, allowing me to drop down and slide between his spread legs. I kick out at the back of his knees, sending him stumbling forward. He trips over his feet and lands hard on the ground, groaning in pain from the hit he just took to the head. I spin on instinct, knowing I still have an opponent left to take down, just as Hunter makes his move. Smart man, waiting to watch my fight style first.
Hunter, just like his friend Doom, who is still a bit dazed from my attack, is large and a bit slow, so I can see where his hits will come from. He throws a few jabs and hooks at me, landing two before I kick out and sweep his feet with my leg. The bigger they are, the harder they fall, I’ve learned. Hunter gets knocked off balance and tumbles over his own feet before landing on his ass. I waste no time before I’m throwing myself at him, raining down blow after blow on his body. He tries to block with his arms while trying to buck me off, but I’m relentless. I picture my brother’s face and just fade into the violence, letting my body move automatically. I’m so lost in my thoughts that the breath gets whipped from my lungs as I’m tackled from the side. My head hits the ring floor, my brain bouncing around in my skull before I realize Doom is up and aiming a kick for my stomach.
“Ali! Get your fucking ass up!” I faintly hear Riot screaming at me from the sidelines, but the blood rushing in my veins soon drowns him out. Fuck, this is going to hurt. I curl in on myself, blocking the worst of his kick, before popping up and throwing a punch to his stomach.
“You still bleed so pretty,” Doom taunts as Hunter gets to his feet. “I bet you could take both our cocks at once, couldn’t you?” His words fall on deaf ears as I think about my next move.
“Ali cat, stop playing with your food.” Cash growls out behind me, followed by a threat from Riot. “Either you kill them or I will.” Arsen’s words sound more annoyed at the guys than anything. “Stop distracting her.”
I grin at my psychopaths’ words. Doom and Hunter must hear them too because both men are stupid enough to look to see who said that, turning their heads to the side. The move gives me the perfect opening, and I jut forward with a skip, then throw my arm back with the full force of a swing, landing straight on Doom’s face. Next I spin and send a high kick to Hunter’s chest. Both men stumble back, but only Doom is knocked out cold. I grin at Hunter’s stunned face as he looks from his friend to me, anger painting his face red.
“He told me you were fucking crazy.” I smirk at his words before throwing myself at him. He catches me on reflex but realizes his mistake too late as I slam my elbow down and into the crook of his neck. He grunts at the pain before slamming his fist into my ribs. That’s going to bruise. I grunt back but don’t stop as I practically climb his body in one swift move and wrap my legs around his throat. The asshole panics as I squeeze my thighs, cutting off his air supply. Suddenly we both go flying to the floor as he tries to slam me off, but my thighs are thick and my feet are locked.
You know, I never understood the saying “thick thighs save lives’ until now. I mean, obviously my thighs are slowly suffocating a grown-ass man, but before now my thighs have saved my phone from a watery toilet death on multiple occasions. Who would have thought?!
Taps come to my leg, but I don’t immediately release. After a few more panicked taps, I release and push Hunter away, jumping to my feet and preparing for another attack. Hunter sucks in a gulp full of air a few feet away as another man rushes in to check on a still passed out Doom.
Arms wrap around me from behind, and I spin the hold, throwing out my arm and hitting Riot in the face. “Oh shit. I’m sorry.” Reaching up, I touch the crazy bastard’s cheek, making sure he’s okay, but then the crazy fuck starts laughing. Lifting me and spinning me around in a circle.
“Damn, wife, remind me not to piss you off,” he chuckles, and I relax into his hold. The announcer’s voice sounds out, attempting to quiet the crowd as everyone goes nuts.
“Well, folks, you saw it here. Our reigning champ is still the queen of the ring.” Chants sound through the room, “Black Widow. Black Widow.” I roll my eyes at the name, look out at the crowd, and grin. Usually, I’m storming out and back to the locker room, but I feel like a proud peacock wanting to show off in front of my guys. Maybe now they will see I can manage myself just fine.
Soon the other two are joining us as Shane approaches with an envelope in hand. He hands it out to me, and I frown, shaking my head. “I told you, you can keep the winnings as long as you keep your end of the deal.”
“You know I never bet against you. So, I doubled my bet when you agreed to fight two assholes. You earned it.” He tries to shove the envelope back, and I shake my head again.
“Shane. You stick to your end of the deal.” I glance at the guys creating a barrier around me. “I might be out of the fight scene for a while. Just keep us stocked, and if anyone comes looking for me, you haven’t seen or heard from me.” He eyes me warily. I know he has questions, but it’s safer to keep him out of the details. After a moment of staring at each other, somewhat awkwardly, he glances at the guys.
“If any of you need anything, just let me know.” Cash gives him a nod before Shane finally grins. “Good fight, champ. I knew you would kick their asses. Made me a pretty penny.” And then he turns to celebrate with everyone else.
“Come on. They probably have a few more fights to get through tonight,” I tell the guys moving towards the door that will lead us to our new hideout. As we get closer to the apartment, I can feel the guys hovering. I’m sure I look like a hot mess after the fight. Doom and Hunter both got in a few solid hits, but I now feel like the fight ended too soon.
My blood is still pumping. Which means I either need to fight some more or fuck someone. I think option two sounds better, and I know a few someone’s who could help me with my adrenaline overload.
Once we cross the doorway, I spin on my heel to face my men. Biting my lip, I take them in. God damn, they all look so good right now. How will I even choose who to fuck first?
Just kidding. I don’t have to choose.
“Now that the fighting is out of the way.. It’s time to fuck,” I say bluntly, reaching down and ripping my sports bra up and over my head. When the three of them just stand there staring, I pop my hip. “Well, am I going to fuck myself in front of you all, or are you going to help a girl out?”
That got them to move.