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down the hall to
Melanie’s office. Kellan likes that kind of thing. I think.
    There was only one
way to know for sure. And in just a few hours, I was going to find out.

~
FIVE ~
    Kellan
     
     
    “You got this, Killer. Make it
happen. I don’t have to tell you there’s a lot at stake.”
    I glanced at Vic
as I finished taping up my hands. They’d taken a real beating lately, and I
probably shouldn’t have agreed to another fight so soon after my last bout, but
I had a lot on my mind lately, and planting my fist in some sucker’s face was a
great way to forget about it all.
    Ever since I’d met
that woman at The Sly Fox, I hadn’t been able to get her out of my head. Parker
Jones, the goody-two-shoes with her pretty blonde hair and soft, full lips. The
sweetness of her breath haunted my dreams, and every time I closed my eyes, I
saw those perfect tits of hers gleaming in the dim light of the bar. Fuck, my
cock ached just thinking about it. I ground my teeth. I didn’t need to get
hard—not now.
    It was no use.
Thinking of Parker got me hard every single time. Vic must’ve noticed, because
he chuckled and shook his bald head at me. “Get your head in the game, Killer.
You can get your dick wet after you’ve won.”
    I grunted and
adjusted myself on the bench. He was right, obviously, but that was easier said
than done. I hadn’t so much as jerked off since I heard I’d be going up against
Herman “The Herminator” Gomez. It was a stupid-ass name, but the guy was a
beast. He’d been undefeated in his weight class so far, but then again, he’d
never come up against me.
    Still, it was bad
luck to fuck before a fight. So I’d kept my hands to myself. And if everything
went the way I planned, I’d see Jasmine or some other ring chick in the
winner’s room tonight. I could quench my thirst then.
    It wouldn’t be as
good as banging Parker, but I could use my imagination.
    Fuck, what was
wrong with me? I’d known that girl hardly two minutes, and I was obsessing over
her. We were no good for each other—I was definitely no good for her.
Maybe that last fucker I’d KO’d had hit me harder than I thought. Maybe I
should’ve seen a doctor.
    Vic sat down next
to me. “What’s goin’ on with you, huh? You got girl trouble?”
    “Not exactly,” I
muttered. Vic was an all right guy. He’d practically saved me from the streets
after my last bouncer gig fell through, and he’d never asked for much in
return. But I wasn’t the confiding type, and talking to anyone, even him, was
hard. “It’s not important.”
    “It is if it makes
you lose,” Vic replied, but I shook my head at him.
    “I’m good, Vic.
Promise.” I stood up, planting my fist into my palm. “I just need to get in a
good hit or two, and I’ll forget all about it. Trust me, you’ve got nothing to
worry about.”
    “That’s my boy,”
Vic said, standing up beside me and clapping me on the back. He only came up to
my chin and I winced as the blow jarred one of my kidneys. I’d taken more than
a few shots to my flanks during my last fight, and I was still recovering. “You
get out there and show this dumbass ‘Herminator’ he’s not the big-shot he
thinks he is, huh?”
    “Will do,” I said,
once again adjusting my shorts. I couldn’t walk out there with a semi. At least
thinking of that dick bag’s face was enough to cool the blood rushing downtown.
“Hear there’s a nice purse on this one.”
    “It’s damn good
money, Killer. Damn good,” Vic affirmed as he walked me to the door. “And hey,
I hear Jasmine’s back in the ring tonight. You must’ve done a number on her.
She picked up this shift just for you. Lucky bastard.”
    Yeah. Lucky. I
could have whatever girl I wanted—or at least, whichever one had signed up for
this kind of party tonight. Any girl except Parker Jones, the one who got my
dick hard like nobody else. I ignored the smarting in my balls and took a deep
breath as I let Vic drape my hood and robe