BEAST (MMA Bad Boys Book 1) by L. Grubb Read Free Book Online Page B

and heading in the direction of my apartment. My life is so damn exciting; wake up, gym, restaurant, home. Routine. Basic. And how I was trained. Being brainwashed from a young age sucks when you want to have a life but can’t physically have one. I stick to ring girls because they’re less clingy and only after stardom, I don’t go out of my way to look for women and I sure as fuck don’t go after women like Carlotta.
    Not remembering the drive back home, I sit in my underground parking space and blink away the mist of thoughts that has drifted in front of my eyes and in my brain. I’ve never contemplated life, I just got on with it. I ride the waves of the present day and don’t think about the future, nothing will change. I’ll always be under my father’s rule even if his sorry arse isn’t here. But I guess, instead of my dad, I’m under Carlos’ rule now. His word is gospel and he has the last word in everything. If I valued my life even a smidgeon, I know not to go against him. Ever.
    Carlotta is still a thought that’s floating through my mind and it’s driving me INSANE. I’ve hardly even spoke to the woman except for once and even then it was me on the receding end of her sarcasm and bitchiness. I have no right to have sexual feelings towards her, but I do. My body has a mind of its own and it seems my dick is the only head that rules me. One day, my downfall will be a woman, I know it and I know from Carlos’ snide remarks that he does too. I’ll prove that fucker wrong. You wait and see.
    If it wasn’t for the kicks and money, I would have figured a way to get out of MMA, at least out of the Mob’s MMA. But I have no resources on my side, I have no way to kick it in. Fighting for me now is an addiction I have to feed, an addiction I can’t surpass and at the moment I have no real interest in quitting.
    The label over my head is what keeps me in the game, what keeps me fighting and keeping the big men happy. My fights bring in the most money, they know and I know it, that’s why I haven’t been thrown out for the wolves to eat. They truly hated my father as much as I did, they can’t wait for the day that I crash and burn, but I won’t let it happen.
    Heaving myself from my vehicle, I beep it shut and head to the private lift in the corner of the underground parking lot. Sliding my key card that shows I’m authorised to use it, I wait for the doors to slide open. The gym session has finally hit my muscles and the need for a scorching hot shower overwhelmed me. My body was feeling sluggish and the steps into the elevator felt like it took more than a mere couple of seconds.
    As the lift ascends to the highest part of the building, I wipe my mind of thoughts that don’t pertain the fight that’s happening tonight. I need to start getting into the mind-set, then I need to go through my pre-fight routine of a protein shake and a chicken salad dinner. After a shower, of course.
     
     

 

     
    Staring at Beast’s back as he leaves the restaurant, everything else in the room become mute; no sounds of clinking cutlery, no sounds of voices of conversation.
    “Earth to Carlotta.” Gemma’s voice breaks through my mind after Beast’s presences has completely left the building.
    “What?” I blink my eyes a few times and feel myself come down to earth. I feel the wetness between my legs and squeeze my thighs together to try and relieve some of the ache that’s taken residence in my vagina. I have no idea why I’m feeling this. Sure, Beast is freakin’ off the charts hot, but I was only thinking about his blatant ignorance of me. What the hell have I done to him? Except at the bar last night, I’ve never had contact with him before. Of course, I’ve watched him during his fights, but I’d never spoken to him before yesterday. I had no desire to. I mean, the guy is built like the hulk and his aura screams anti-social.
    “Are you listening to anything I’m saying? Or are you still hung up