Stiletto Sisterhood by Fallon DeMornay

Author:Fallon DeMornay
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wattpad WEBTOON Book Group
Published: 2022-06-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Priya walked through the front doors of the small studio gym, dressed in brand new yoga gear, long hair wrapped in a tight bun, and face scrubbed clean of makeup. This wasn’t her usual brand of facility, but she hadn’t come for a workout.

She’d come for Michael Winship’s head.

“Can I help you?” The guy manning the desk had biceps the size of tree trunks, and more tattoos than Shayne, if such a thing was possible. They crawled down from his neck, across his chest, arms, and from what she could see, all of his legs, vanishing into the hard line of white tube socks.

“I’m here for the MMA class.” She shifted the weight of her gym bag on her shoulder. “There’s a first-time drop-in special, right? First time is free?”

“Yeah, but we don’t usually get chicks in here.” His eyes scanned her from head to toe, equal parts appraising and judgmental. “Not for this class.”

“Is there a rule against women joining?”

“No. But it’s a rough group.” He rubbed a hand over the back of his reddening neck. “You look a little . . . light.”

“I can hold my own.”

“Your funeral.” He jerked a thumb. “They’re near the ring getting gloved up.”

“Thanks.”

Crossing the gym, she didn’t bother to look around, but she could feel the eyes on her and hear the breaks in the rhythm of harsh breathing or clanging weights as heads snapped in her direction. There wasn’t a single other woman to be seen, and the air stank of sweat, ripe as moldy garlic.

The ring wasn’t hard to find; its mesh screening and posts wrapped in dense red padding drew the eye like a target. The coach stood on the steps near the gate, his black T-shirt stretched taut across his chest and black hair winged back from a sharp angled face. He halted midsentence as she settled in behind the wall of men and dropped her bag.

“Excuse me, miss, but we don’t run Pilates here.” The group snickered.

“Good. I came for sparring.”

“Got any experience?”

“Yes.”

The coach angled a disbelieving look. “Well, get up here.” He whistled sharply. “Pedro, you take this round.”

“I want him.” She shot out a finger, and all eyes turned to Michael.

“He’s out of your weight class.”

Priya shrugged. “I don’t care.”

“This a lover’s quarrel?”

She cracked a smile, dazzling and fearless. “In his wildest dreams, and my darkest nightmares.”

The men whistled and laughed, egging Michael up to the front with elbows and shoves. “Sorry, Cal.” The word struggled its way out of his mouth like it was barbed with hooks and razor blades. “This is my colleague.”

Not after tonight.

“You got any issues with this?” Cal jerked a thumb at Priya. Michael shook his head, cheeks pinkening. “Good. I’ll give you three five-minute rounds. No gouging, hair pulling, or low blows.” Cal switched his gaze to each of them. “Keep it clean. Stop when your opponent taps or you hear the whistle. Jojo, gear ’em up!”

Priya shot out an arm, gesturing toward the stairs. “Asshats first.”

Inside the ring, the mat was firm under her bare feet.

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