(eng) Martha Carr & Michael Anderle - I Fear no Evil 01 by Kill The Willing

Author:Kill The Willing [Willing, Kill The]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Shay unleashed a series of vicious jabs into the face of her opponent, a man who had a good forty pounds on her. She took a detour to Steel Gloves, a boxing gym she sometimes hit up when she wanted an opponent not filled with sawdust. She had sent Peyton enough details to satisfy his immediate curiosity. The rest could wait a little longer.

She needed to work off some of the adrenaline. Too much good news could rattle her cage. There was something that came with training with a live opponent that steadied her nerves.

Her target grunted and stumbled back. He let out a little growl and brought up his gloves.

“Warned you I hit hard,” Shay said, barely intelligible from the blue mouth guard in the way. “Also mentioned you would regret sparring with me.” She was wearing tight black Lycra shorts and a black sports bra with her long brown hair pulled back in a mound of hair. Her muscles outlined along her legs and down her back as she bounced lightly back and forth in front of him, her skin covered in a sheen of sweat.

The man spit out a trickle of blood. “I’ve been holding back because you’re a chick, but you’re starting to piss me off.”

“Don’t hold back then. You know what they say. Practice like you play.”

The man narrowed his eyes. “You asked for it. You better not bitch when I hit you in your pretty face.”

“Beauty’s a weapon, just like anything else.” Shay winked. “Not my fault you’re so vulnerable to it.”

“You should learn that a few lucky hits and some trash talking ain’t the same thing as being good at boxing.”

“Are you gonna just keep blathering at me until I fall asleep? Is that your strategy?”

The man grunted and threw a right jab, quickly followed by a left uppercut. Shay ducked just in time to miss the last punch as it grazed the top of her head. She always appreciated a close call. Made the work out worth it. She put up her gloves just in time to block a jab and stepped back to regroup.

“Maybe you should wear some glasses when you fight,” she said. “Because I don’t know who the fuck you’re trying to hit.”

Her opponent let out a laugh despite the determined look on his face and centered himself as he shook it off.

He narrowed his eyes and took a step forward.

There’s the tell. Shay watched for the flicker of muscle and saw it coming as he unleashed a series of moves, barely missing her as she stayed just out of reach, like a well-choreographed dance.

“Little lady is running you all over the ring.” An old man leaned on the bottom rope on the sideline, smiling at them. A few of his front teeth were missing and his left ear was in the shape of a piece of cauliflower.

Shay laughed and hunched her shoulders, throwing a hook with her lead hand, pulling back at the last moment and connecting with a cross from her left.

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