features and I continue, “You tell Joe about this and I promise that every guy in this bar will know your middle name.” Sometimes you have to fight fire with fire.
His face reddens. He clenches his jaw and forces out, “You wouldn’t.”
I give him a serious look that says, Oh wouldn’t I? I never thought Murph would rat me out to Joe, but he did. Whether his intentions were decent or not, he ratted me out to my trainer, and I want to let him know that I can play the same game.
“Fine,” he mutters and cracks his knuckles. “This is your one free-bee.”
A brilliant smile curls on my lips and I nod at him. Now all I need is to find a broad.
The bell on the bar door jingles. Three girls walk in and the tall, tan blonde in the center catches my eye.
Short black mini skirt.
Toned legs for days.
Bingo.
She casts a glance in my direction and flirtatiously bats her eye lashes. I nod at her, taking my bottom lip between my teeth before flashing her a cocky smile.
Hello, sweetheart.
You’ve just met your worst nightmare.
Or your best wet dream.
I think she’ll look real nice in my bed.
Naked and sexy.
Her legs spread eagle.
Sprawled out on her back.
She mingles with her friends for a moment, never taking her eyes off me, then all three of them make their way over to the booth.
And the whole time she’s walking over I’ve got this image running through my mind about what her face might look like as I’m slamming her into the head board of my bed frame.
I wonder if she’s kinky.
Or if she likes it rough.
Or if she’s one of those chocolates and flowers type of broads.
I don’t do chocolates and flowers type of broads.
I rake my tongue between my teeth and slide over on my side of the booth. Her friends wander over to the bar to order drinks. I’m wearing a cut off t-shirt and her wide brown eyes center on my bicep. “Ohhh,” she giggles. “I love your tattoo.”
“Tattoos,” I correct her, but she doesn’t seem to care or hear me.
She traces the tribal design that starts at the top of my shoulder blade and ends at my elbow. Her fingers slide up my neck and she brushes her fingertip against my labret piercing. “Sexy,” she breathes as she touches the metal ball. “Did that hurt?” Her voice is soft but sultry.
No sweetheart, it didn’t hurt.
But I’m about to hurt you.
Real good.
“Hell, no.” I toss her a wide smile complete with perfect teeth and dimples then flash Murph a knowing look. He’s trying to hold back a laugh, but isn’t doing a very good job. His lips make weird noises and he brings his hand up to his mouth to hide his laughter, and and out of the corner of my eye, I look to see if Blondie has caught on.
She hasn’t. She’s too busy touching my arm and staring at my tats.
Yeah…
Murph and I both know that this broad is not a chocolates and flowers type of lady.
And that in a few hours, I’m about to destroy her.
Three cheers for last hurrah’s.
Because mine is going to be fucking memorable.
Chapter Five
~Sean~
I’ve made a few investments since my fights actually started paying off. I mean I made a decent living when I was running drugs, but it’s not even remotely close to what I made at my title fight.
Most of my investments are in real estate. I’ve got a house on Lake Erie and another one in a rural subarb right outside the city, but I also keep my old condo. And the other three in the building because after my title fight I bought it.
But by far, the most important and worthwhile investment I’ve ever made is my sister Tee’s college education. I can’t wait to see her graduate. She’s only got two years left for her under grad and she just informed me last week that she wants to go for her masters.
Tee has always been smart. Not that I’m not, it’s just Tee has always had a thirst for knowledge. She aims to get to the bottom of every problem. Every equation. And she works damn hard to keep her grades up.
She’s like my
His face reddens. He clenches his jaw and forces out, “You wouldn’t.”
I give him a serious look that says, Oh wouldn’t I? I never thought Murph would rat me out to Joe, but he did. Whether his intentions were decent or not, he ratted me out to my trainer, and I want to let him know that I can play the same game.
“Fine,” he mutters and cracks his knuckles. “This is your one free-bee.”
A brilliant smile curls on my lips and I nod at him. Now all I need is to find a broad.
The bell on the bar door jingles. Three girls walk in and the tall, tan blonde in the center catches my eye.
Short black mini skirt.
Toned legs for days.
Bingo.
She casts a glance in my direction and flirtatiously bats her eye lashes. I nod at her, taking my bottom lip between my teeth before flashing her a cocky smile.
Hello, sweetheart.
You’ve just met your worst nightmare.
Or your best wet dream.
I think she’ll look real nice in my bed.
Naked and sexy.
Her legs spread eagle.
Sprawled out on her back.
She mingles with her friends for a moment, never taking her eyes off me, then all three of them make their way over to the booth.
And the whole time she’s walking over I’ve got this image running through my mind about what her face might look like as I’m slamming her into the head board of my bed frame.
I wonder if she’s kinky.
Or if she likes it rough.
Or if she’s one of those chocolates and flowers type of broads.
I don’t do chocolates and flowers type of broads.
I rake my tongue between my teeth and slide over on my side of the booth. Her friends wander over to the bar to order drinks. I’m wearing a cut off t-shirt and her wide brown eyes center on my bicep. “Ohhh,” she giggles. “I love your tattoo.”
“Tattoos,” I correct her, but she doesn’t seem to care or hear me.
She traces the tribal design that starts at the top of my shoulder blade and ends at my elbow. Her fingers slide up my neck and she brushes her fingertip against my labret piercing. “Sexy,” she breathes as she touches the metal ball. “Did that hurt?” Her voice is soft but sultry.
No sweetheart, it didn’t hurt.
But I’m about to hurt you.
Real good.
“Hell, no.” I toss her a wide smile complete with perfect teeth and dimples then flash Murph a knowing look. He’s trying to hold back a laugh, but isn’t doing a very good job. His lips make weird noises and he brings his hand up to his mouth to hide his laughter, and and out of the corner of my eye, I look to see if Blondie has caught on.
She hasn’t. She’s too busy touching my arm and staring at my tats.
Yeah…
Murph and I both know that this broad is not a chocolates and flowers type of lady.
And that in a few hours, I’m about to destroy her.
Three cheers for last hurrah’s.
Because mine is going to be fucking memorable.
Chapter Five
~Sean~
I’ve made a few investments since my fights actually started paying off. I mean I made a decent living when I was running drugs, but it’s not even remotely close to what I made at my title fight.
Most of my investments are in real estate. I’ve got a house on Lake Erie and another one in a rural subarb right outside the city, but I also keep my old condo. And the other three in the building because after my title fight I bought it.
But by far, the most important and worthwhile investment I’ve ever made is my sister Tee’s college education. I can’t wait to see her graduate. She’s only got two years left for her under grad and she just informed me last week that she wants to go for her masters.
Tee has always been smart. Not that I’m not, it’s just Tee has always had a thirst for knowledge. She aims to get to the bottom of every problem. Every equation. And she works damn hard to keep her grades up.
She’s like my
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