Fighting Lust: A Deadly Sins Novel by Jennifer Miller Read Free Book Online

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    Shadowboxing my way to the octagon is one of my favorite parts of being a fighter. Most fighters probably won’t admit this fact, but the truth is, it’s an amazing high. People cheering for me, or booing - it doesn’t matter - I have their attention. My focus and determination is at an all-time high- oh, hello there sexy blonde at three o’clock . I wink as I make my way past her and when she screams in excitement, I grin, I can’t help it.
    It’s not that I don’t take my fighting seriously. I do. But let’s face it; part of being a professional fighter is about image, as much as it’s about skill, and I’m not about to disappoint my fans. Thanks to Jax’s girl, Rowan, I’ve gained hundreds more since she started managing all of our social media accounts. I admit when Jax first hired her, I figured it was so he could keep getting laid, but then when I actually spoke to Rowan about her ideas, I realized she knew what the hell she was talking about. I thought I was managing my campaign pretty well on my own, but with her involved, my popularity has soared. The impact is evident during fights like these – our audience has multiplied and our ticket and merchandise sales are steadily increasing and in fact, have never been higher. Levi actually put his fucking address on his page and he’s been getting all kinds of shit in the mail from people. Someone sent a guy’s G-string in the mail, it’s bright red, and begged him to wear it during his next fight. He swears he’s going to and honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised. We’ve all enjoyed the extra attention – I like it for sure. Especially when that extra attention provides the added bonus of getting naked.
    Passing the gang, I give them a head nod, acknowledging them all - Levi, Dylan, Zane, Tyson, Tyson’s girl Sydney, and Rowan – all sitting in the front row. I grin at them, slap Levi’s hand when he gestures for me to do so, then head to the octagon toward Jax and Coach Gil. Jax claps as I step inside the octagon and stand in my assigned corner. Gil starts rubbing my shoulders to keep me loose. We listen as they announce my opponent.
    “Alright, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight’s fight of the night! It’s what you’ve all been waiting for. Put your hands together for the light heavyweight fighters for the evening.” The crowd goes wild and it’s like music to my ears. My adrenaline is rapidly increasing. Endorphins course through my veins. There’s nothing like it. “In the red corner, weighing in at one hundred and eighty-five pounds, with a record of five wins three losses, we have Zach, The Attack, Snyder.”
    I watch stone-faced as Zach, jumps up and down in his corner after being announced. Rolling my head on my shoulders, I give no reaction as he plays to the crowd, then stares me down. Pointing at me, he yells, “You’re going down, Pretty Boy.” I give him nothing.
    “And in the blue corner tonight, weighing in at one hundred and eighty-four pounds, with a record of seven wins and only one defeat, ladies let me hear you scream for Ryder, Playboy, King.” The announcer holds out the ‘g’ in my last name and only then do I look away from my opponent, so I can live up to my persona and play to the crowd. Grinning, providing a few air kisses to my female admirers, I bow to all the screaming ladies making them yell louder. I fucking love this shit. While I may love it, I also like other perks that come with winning. For example, the more you win, the more you get paid, and I want to get paid. And winning big, pays big. My guess is most people would be surprised to know how lucrative this can be. But hey, we earn it. We work hard for it. Turning away from the crowd, I jump up and down as Coach Gil and Jax begin shouting orders in my ear. “Remember, press forward hard and make him move to his left,” Coach instructs as he puts my mouth guard in.
    “Yes, he’s uncomfortable moving to his left. That’s your