Stone (Bad Boys of Willow Valley) by Shannyn Leah

Author:Shannyn Leah [Leah, Shannyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: small town series, bad boy romance, underground fighter romance, romance small town, fighter romance, boxing romance, romance small town series, mechanic romance, suspense romance, underground fighter, boy saves girl romance
Publisher: Shannyn Leah
Published: 2018-06-08T03:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

STONE STRIPPED OFF his suit, throwing the pieces over a chair. Unbuttoning his shirt, he caught a glance of the tight lines of his face.

Worry, anger ... regret.

He pressed his hand flat against the wall beside the mirror and lowered his head, closing his eyes as he inhaled long, slow, deep breaths.

He had this.

Blocking out the outside world he let the familiar rush of the upcoming fight liquefy and pump through his blood. Before the grueling hours of training, he’d been afraid that he’d lost his concentration from being out of the game for so long. But he could still sense a punch coming, calculate the speed it would move, and know where and when to lean. He could calculate it all.

Two fights until Walker. Playing in rings didn’t give him the same adrenaline rush as it once had. Sure, his adrenaline pulsed, but not the same wild, need it once had.

Two fights.

He finished undressing down to only his fighting shorts tied low around his waist. Standing in front of the full-length mirror hanging on the wall in the small, but clean room he’d been shuffled into, he stared at his reflection. He saw an old man staring back at him. It was comical since the scrawnier, thinner young version of himself didn’t compare to the powerfully thick upper body and he had now or the ridges of his now larger and more defined muscle. It wasn’t his physique that ridiculed him, although he’d have never stepped out of the house with his now overgrown hair and chin stubble. He’d matured but was now stepping into the ring with a young, careless, and cocky fool. The ridiculousness of it scratched at his conscious.

The poor kid wouldn’t have a chance. Stone would have him down in three hits tops, but he’d put his money on one hit. They didn’t call him Stone Cold for no reason.

He grabbed his wrap from his bag and sat on the chair. Hawk leaned against the doorframe scrolling and typing wildly on his cell phone.

“Stop fueling Dax.” The last thing Stone needed to fret about was worrying his best friend. The last thing he needed was Hawk’s presence reminding him of Dax’s disapproval. The last thing he needed was Hawk here at all.

Hawk grinned, but didn’t look up at Stone.

“This shit’s nothing like I envisioned. I expected a grungy warehouse with more rust then light, but this place?” His fingers continued pounding on his cell phone screen.

“It’s elite for a reason, dumbass.” Stone reached down to grab his bag and threw it at Hawk.

“What the hell—” Hawk straightened, raising his hands in question.

“Stop acting like a newbie.”

“I am a newbie.” His eyes looked back down at his cell phone. “Besides I’m texting your dad so chill.”

Chill? They couldn’t be parted for five seconds?

Stone grunted but Hawk ignored him, or whatever conversation he was having with Slate had him so engrossed he didn’t hear him.

Stone finished wrapping both of his hands. He flexed them a few times before stretching his arms out in front of him.

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