Free Fight by London Casey, Ana W. Fawkes Page A

guy came
by and tried to take my money again. You know what I did? ”
    “ You
fought him and won? ” Winter
asked, looking hopeful, like there was some white knight at the end of this
story.
    “ I
broke his fucking jaw, ” I
said. “ And then beat him
until he passed out. I took all his money. ”
    Silence again. I warned her who I
was. A thug. Never did I pick a fight that wasn ’ t
coming. But when I won, I took what I wanted.
    “ It
was how I survived, ” I
said. “ Fight, win. Fight,
win. And when one of my mother ’ s
fuck buddies tried touching me, I broke his wrist. Another guy, I knocked two
teeth out. Anyone who came near me got their ass beat. Right down to Mutt. ”
    “ You
beat up Mutt? ”
    I nodded. “ He told me I was being an asshole. Told me I needed
to control myself or I was going to end up in jail. We argued and he challenged
me to a fight. So I fought him in the ring, with gloves, and I knocked him out.
He came to and I kissed his forehead. I told him I loved him like the father I
never had. Then I left for good. I was done. Out. Gone. I hit the streets and
fought for survival. That ’ s
how I met Aldo. He promised me a shot at something real. Like I could go pro.
Get on a real circuit and earn. But that didn ’ t
happen at all. I made Aldo too much money. ”
    “ So
why did you stay? ”
    I didn ’ t respond. I knew why. I just didn ’ t want to talk about it.
    “ You
had to stay, ” Winter
whispered. “ Just like being
here. You have to be here. He ’ s
got you, Tripp. Why? ”
    “ I ’ m done talking, ” I said. “ You have the story. Back to you, darling. Think
about who would take out Rocky and want to come after you. ”
    “ There ’ s so many, ” Winter said. “ The MC is not friendly. ”
    “ But
why you? ”
    “ Maybe
someone thinks I know something I ’ m
not supposed to. ”
    “ Do
you? ”
    Now it was Winter ’ s turn. She fell silent.
    And there we sat, like a couple of
fools, hiding from each other.
    Finally, I said, “ Whatever. As long as you ’ re alive, I don ’ t give a shit. ”
    “ And
if I get killed? ” she
asked.
    “ Like
I said, I ’ m supposed to be
dead. What the hell do I really care? ”
    Winter put her drink down. She
leaned forward. Her palms touched the floor and she brought her legs behind
her.
    Jesus Christ, she ’ s on her hands and knees
before me.
    Her breasts pushed at her shirt.
    She knew exactly what she was doing
and how she looked.
    “ Then
if you really don ’ t care, ” she whispered and crawled
toward me. “ Prove it. ”
    I looked to my left and saw all the
empty beer bottles next to me. I regretted each and every one of them.
    I looked forward and Winter was
right there, an inch from my face.
    She touched my face and curled her
lip, trying to look mean.
    “ Come
on, tough guy, ” she
whispered. “ Try me. ”
     
    ~ ~ ~
     
    She climbed right on top of me. Her
hands were around my neck, holding tight. Pressing those damn breasts in my
face. Even through her bra and shirt, damn, she had it all going on the right
way. She looked down at me, her hair falling forward. Her eyes, those eyes,
they were so blue and yet so seductive. I thought about all the guys who threw
money at her. Who saw her under a glittering disco ball or some cheap lighting,
all wanting their five bucks to end up somewhere naughty on her precious and
beautiful body.
    What the fuck do you know, man?
She ’ s got a
past … she ’ s being hunted …
    Yeah, she was being hunted. And not
by whoever killed Rocky.
    She was being hunted by my desires.
My cock.
    I put my hands to her hips. I went
right up her shirt, just like before, and this time, hesitation was not a
problem. I cupped my hands over her bra, squeezing her breasts. She put her
head back and groaned. She leaned down against my pulsing dick and rubbed. Her
hips cocked right to left, grinding on me.
    Christ, is this what she used to
do?
    I felt my balls ache and tighten. I
thought for a