Hook (Fighter Romance) (Las Vegas Series #1) by Marie York

Author:Marie York [York, Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Marie York
Published: 2015-12-12T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Knox

My opponent landed a hammerfist right to my eye. Pain radiated through my face, but I just laughed it off. Most people crumpled at pain, but, for me, it fueled the fire. I blinked, trying to bring everything back into focus. He got one hit in on me, and I’d be damned if I let him get another.

I bounced back, getting in fighting position and mapping out my next move. He came at me and swung, but I blocked him. He tried again, but another block. The bastard got one good hit and, suddenly, he was cocky as shit, thinking he’d be able to take me down.

A few minutes in, I realized how predictable he was and I knew he didn’t stand a chance against me. I learned early on that predictability was the one thing that could lead to your demise as a fighter. This was the reason I was on top of the fucking world. I never followed a pattern when I fought. Once your opponent figured you out, you were done. I would never fall into that trap. I was notorious for not following a script. My competition never knew what the fuck I was going to do next. Surprise was my best tactic.

I studied and trained hard. Coach taught me to hone my skills in multiple areas. I was a pro at boxing, karate, Muay Thai, wrestling, kickboxing and whatever else would help me get to the top. Help me be as unpredictable as possible.

I threw a front leg hook kick and landed it. Stanton stumbled back, but quickly regained his composure. He got back in position, throwing a bunch of fists my way, but I used my hand to keep them from getting anywhere near me.

I felt like I was sparring with Coach as he stood there doing nothing. I was getting fucking bored.

“Hit me,” I said, holding my arms open. “Go ahead. Hit me.” I was begging for it, but Stanton must have felt it was a trap because he just bounced back.

He came back at me and threw a wheel kick, but I saw it coming a mile away and dodged it. I clipped him with a strong straight left and he shook his head as he navigated around me. At this point, I was just going for strikes. Getting them in as much as I could while Stanton pussy-footed around a real fight.

Finally, he threw something worth going after, but I dodged it got him back with a jab to the nose and took him down. He managed to keep me from posturing up for a few seconds. I overcame him, getting on top, and landed a few hard blows to his face. He used his legs to get me off of him and scrambled back to his feet.

Blood dripped from a cut on his eye, and I smiled at my handiwork. I got a few more hits in, and Stanton landed one more. Round three ended, and we went to the judges for the final decision, not that I needed them to tell me what I already knew.

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