Last Chance To Fight by Ava Ashley Read Free Book Online Page B

fight that evening, though, Clive took it a bit easier on me during training. Just some light exercise, and the rest of my energy I’d have to save up later for the match.
    I had been working pretty hard lately, and was looking forward to an easy day at the gym. A couple of my buddies in the league were there, Jordan and Wayne, and we took turns lifting weights, spotting each other, and busting each other’s balls.
    “Hey, Jordan, I heard you got a new piece of tail,” Wayne said as he stood over Jordan, who huffed and puffed under the heavy weights and didn’t answer.
    “Yeah, I hear she’s a looker,” I said, and Jordan glared at me silently.
    “You’d better not leave her alone with me,” Wayne remarked, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
    “You’d...better...shut...the...” Jordan panted as he struggled.
    “Don’t hurt yourself now, Jordan. You could drop that weight right on your skull, and then who would comfort... what’s her name again?”
    “I’m...not...telling...you...you...fu—”
    “Now, now. It’s okay, I’ll figure out who she is so after you accidentally kill yourself, I can make sure all her needs are met. If you know what I mean,” Wayne said, unable to keep from laughing.
    “God, you’re such a dick,” Jordan said at last as he put the weight back on the rack and sat up.
    “What? I only have her best interests in mind. Don’t be so selfish. Do you want her to just sit around and dry up after you die?”
    “You’re lucky I don’t kick your ass,” Jordan said, tossing his sweaty towel at Wayne.
    “Gross, get that nasty shit away from me,” Wayne said, laughing. “All right, it’s your turn, Finn. Get on that bench. I can’t wait to give you shit.”
    “What the hell do you have to give me shit about?” I asked, getting down on the bench.
    “I heard that the world-renowned bad boy Hunter Finn is back in town,” he said with a wink.
    “What are you talking about, dumbass?” I said, taking the weight in my hands and starting to lift.
    “I heard you have a new piece of tail too,” Wayne said. “Jake told me.”
    “Jake? How the hell does he know?” I said quickly, confused, and then instantly realized my mistake.
    “So it’s true!” Wayne shouted. “I told you,” he said, turning to Jordan.
    “Yeah, yeah,” said Jordan.
    “So who is she?” Wayne asked, batting his eyelashes. “Who’s the lucky piece of tail?”
    “Listen, she’s not a piece of tail. I told you, I don’t do that shit anymore.”
    “I know, I know. You are a reformed sinner. I still don’t believe it.”
    “Well... believe it,” I panted, getting a bit tired from all the talking and lifting.
    “I believe it,” another, annoyingly familiar voice piped in from behind me. Although I hadn’t had the extreme displeasure of hearing him for over a year now, I knew exactly who it was. He always showed up when you least wanted him to.
    “Nathaniel, I can’t believe you’re showing your face around here,” I said, using all my breath just to make it clear I hated the guy. Not that he needed any reminder.
    “You don’t own the place, Finn,” he snarled back at me.
    “No,” I said, putting the weight on the rack and sitting up. I was going to need all my energy to talk to that idiot. Not only that, but I wouldn’t put it past him to try to kill me while I was lifting. “I just thought you’d be a little ashamed, considering you’re not even allowed to fight in the CFC anymore.”
    “Only because you’re a cheating piece of shit,” he said, getting up in my face. I knew there was no use arguing with him. Once a douchebag, always a douchebag. There would be no changing his mind.
    “I’m not the one who failed your drug test, Nathaniel. You did that all by yourself,” I said as nonchalantly as possible. Above all, I couldn’t let him get to me. That’s exactly what he wanted.
    “Get off your high horse,” Nathaniel hissed, and then I saw his anger turn to an even uglier,