Page 46 of The Dirty Saint

Morton looks at me. “You ready?”

I send my opponent a quick smile. “Let’s do this.”

I told the ass hat to take all his best shots. He laughed in my face.

Hell, he won’t be laughing much longer.

Not if I could help it.

“You sure you wanna do this, Maya,” Max asks. “I’d hate to mess up that pretty face of yours.”

“You scared, Porter? Feel free to back out now. No one would blame you if your balls ran away and hid themselves inside your ass. It would make sense that they would be cowards,” I grin. “They’re just like you.”

“You talk a big game, Maya, but you’re nothing. You couldn’t beat me if my eyes were closed.”

“And you couldn’t beat me if I was missing all my limbs and was simply a torso.”

Like, who the fuck do you think you are?

“Go, Max,” a woman shrieks.

I turn around.

“Is that your lady?”

He grins. “I’ve got you, baby.”

I turn back and snort.

“What’s so funny, Maya?”

“I just feel sobadfor that woman. There is simply nowayyour micro-cock can satisfy her. Tell me, Max, do you even know which hole to stick it in?”

He growls.

“That’s what I thought.”

“I swear to god, Maya, I’m gonna b—”

With a ring, the bell goes off, and without having time to think about my move, I wind up my left fist and jam it straight into Max’s face as hard as I can. He falters backward before bringing his hands up to cover his face.

Blood drips down his nose.

“That was a lucky shot,” he snaps.

“Hey, it’s still one more than you’ve got on me.”

As we circle around each other a little bit more, I catch myself a bit off balance, and Max uses that opening to send a gnarly uppercut to my midsection.

Fuckin’ A.

I grunt. “Is that all you’ve got? A pussy hit to my ribs? If so, just end the fight right here, right now, and stop wasting everybody’s time.”

Max rolls his eyes. “What, you can’t handle a little competition, Maya? Your time in captivity not toughen you up?”

My teeth clench with ferocity, and my fingers curl so tightly into my palms that I have to suppress a wince.

“Excuse you?”