Job Girl (Fight Card) by Jack Tunney

Author:Jack Tunney [Tunney, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Mystery, Thrillers & Suspense, Thriller & Suspense, Crime Fiction, Crime, Sports, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense
Amazon: B011OSIBC0
Publisher: Fight Card Books
Published: 2015-07-13T12:00:00+00:00

TENTH FALL

Daniel did win his match. He pinned a luchador in a black mask trimmed with silver webbing called El Arana Negro — The Black Spider. Ten minutes of back-and-forth action saw both wrestlers use the ropes and launch more attacks from the corner turnbuckles than Vicky had ever seen in Wayne’s ring, or even on television.

The match, Daniel said, was the latest in a series between the two in which they traded wins. When Daniel won, it was always a triumph of greater skill and ring generalship. When the Black Spider was victorious, Daniel was sure to say, it was always through trickery or deceit.

“Oh,” Vicky said, swinging her feet between her slingbacks as she sat on an equipment trunk. “Like Mammoth and I did to Incendio tonight?” She grinned up at him.

He nodded, arms folded, grinning back. “Just like that.”

He was still in his ring gear, still bare-chested, still tacky from sweating under the lights. She reached up and put a finger on his forearm. “Want to go shower and walk a ruda home?”

She let her finger slip from his arm and catch in the waistband of his tights, just inside the crest of his pelvic bone. She curled her knuckle into his smooth skin and looked up at him through her brow with one emerald eye. “I feel really good tonight.”

“Yeah?” He didn’t move or look where her finger was. He just stared at the eye he could see and the cascade of dark red hair that hid the other one.

“Yeah.” She smiled.

He took her hand away from his waistband and cradled it in both of his. “Give me a few minutes.” He kissed her hand and headed for the showers.

“Yessir.” She watched him go, feet swinging. “I feel good.”

***

Mammoth and Dick — who had done nothing more than mill about backstage all night — left after Mammoth showered. They headed for the bar Daniel showed them the first night in Mexico.

Mickey was…somewhere. He’d disappeared after Mammoth and Vicky’s match too, but no one had any idea where.

Only a few technicians and a luchador or two remained in the backstage area when Daniel emerged from the shower in a white shirt — unbuttoned to his sternum — black slacks and shiny black shoes. “Ready to go?”

Vicky looked him over. Two weeks and several hundred miles ago, she wouldn’t have given his off-duty waiter look a second glance. As she stood there, backstage at Arena Mexico, on one slingback, pulling the strap of the other one over her heel, the sight of Daniel Relampago made her warm in very specific places. “Ready.”

He offered her his arm, as he had the first night, and she took it, but this time she spread her hand wide over the inside of his bicep and squeezed it gently as they walked. She put her head on his shoulder. “How come your English is so good?”

“First, thank you for saying it’s good.” He patted her hand. “My parents are actually big fans of America.

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