Page 22 of Nicoletta
I pick out Smoke and Blood in the bleachers, then my gazedrifts to Nicoletta. Her beautiful face is beaming up at me, but it don’t mean shit. I sneer down at her, hoping she knows it’s for her, ‘cause there’s no fuckin’ way I’m letting another woman play me.
The ref blows the whistle, and I pounce. Body shots, ribs, gut, then a sharp uppercut. My opponent stumbles backwards but stays vertical, and the crowd howls for more. I charge, smashing his back into the jagged wire of the cage, pummeling him with all my anger, frustration and . . . pain.
What a fool I was to think this time was different. This woman was different.
I deliver one more crushing blow to the guy’s face, and he sinks to his knees, then flat out on the mat. The ref shuffles over, counts to ten, and I’m declared the winner—in the cage.
I raise my fists high over my head, drinking in the crowd’s adoration. I watch my brothers fist-bump each other as they pull in money from the take, and it all becomes clear. I’m a fighter. It’s what I’m good at, and anything deeper in life is too damn hard, so from now on it’s faceless, nameless sex. Nothing more, nothing less.
I bound down the stairs, and I’m greeted with backslaps, high-fives and Gina whipping off her skimpy top and shaking her tits in my face. I smile down at her black-rimmed eyes, grab her ass and hoist her up, and when she wraps her thick thighs around my waist, I lean in and suck one of her bare nipples into my greedy mouth.
She squeals in delight as the guys around us egg me on.
“C’mon, Bolt, fuck her right here!”
“You gonna share some of that sweet pussy?”
“Just what you need after a fight. A hot cunt to keep you warm.”
I keep Gina wrapped around me as I head to the gym. Past the cheering bystanders, past the other Bastards, and pastNicoletta with her eyes wide and her lips set in a firm, thin line.
I bang through the gym door and set Gina on her feet. Show’s over.
Her hand immediately finds my crotch, and she squeezes me hard, beaming up at me. “I knew you’d want a piece of me sooner or later.”
How fuckin’ sad is that? Gina’s even worse off than me.
Two seconds later, her hand is inside my silks, rubbing the life outta my half-hard dick.
“Let’s fuck right here, baby.” She pushes at her skimpy shorts, and I realize my mistake. Revenge might be sweet, but?—
I still her hands. “Stop.”
“What?” She twists her face into a frown.
“I said, stop. This ain’t happening.”
I let my anger over Nicoletta’s betrayal play with my mind.
“What do you mean, it ain’t happening? You just had a mouthful of my fuckin’ tits for all to see.”
“That was a mistake.”
“A mistake?” She pushes her shorts to the floor, thrusts her ample hips forward, then cups her enormous breasts. “You know I got guys beggin’ me to let them come on my tits. Fuck, last week, I sucked one of the prospects off while the other one fucked my ass.”
“I don’t think that’s the sales pitch you want it to be.” I take two large steps away from her.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Guys love to bust a nut in me.”
“Just forget it.”
She tugs up her shorts. “Sure, if that’s the way you want it. Don’t worry, I already forgot about you, ‘cause you’re nothing but a limp dick.”
“Time for you to go, Gina.” I turn my back to her and head for the locker room.
“You know what, Bolt?” she screams at my back. “You’re nothing but a fuckin’ asshole, and don’t think you’re ever get gonna get to see my snatch again ‘cause . . .”
The locker room door closes behind me, and thankfully, I can’t hear Gina’s screeching voice anymore.
