![]() ![]() Which apparently, thank god, they both did. ![]() “He’s next,” she hisses, uncaring of who won this last round, or if they even survived. She’s effusive and insistent, and now she’s jumping in glee. And then myself for agreeing to come here in the first place.īut my poor, dear Melanie has a new man-crush, and as soon as she found out the object of her nightly fantasies was in the city participating in these “private” and very “dangerous” underground club fighting games, she begged me to come with her and watch him. “You look ready to puke, you are so not cut out for this!”Īs soon as I take my eyes off these men and make sure they’re both breathing when they finish this round, I’m going to murder my best friend without mercy. “Brooke!” Melanie, my best friend, squeals and hugs me. ![]() Any minute now I expect one of them to fall and never, ever, get up again. The worst part of it all is that I can hear the god-awful sound of bone cracking against flesh, and the hairs on my arms are pricked in utter fear. Beating like crazy in my head as the two fighters in the underground boxing ring lunge at each other, both men equal in height and weight, both extremely muscled as they pound each other’s faces in.Įvery time one of them lands a punch, cheers and claps burst across the room, which is crowded with at least three hundred spectators, all of them thirsting for blood. Melanie has been shouting in my ear for the past half hour and my nerves are so frazzled by what we’re witnessing, I can barely even hear anything. ![]()
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