Page 66 of Burning Truths

This nut just winked at me after letting a sly threat fall from her mouth. Does she think I’m stupid? Shaking my head, “No, I’m good.”

Lifting the rope I’m halfway through when she grabs my forearm and jerks me back into the ring sending me to my ass. Pain shoots up my tailbone into my throat cutting off the words on my tongue.

“Oak.” West warns his tone hard.

“Aht aht.” She waves a finger.

She’s insane. Actually fucking crazy, coo-coo house, insane.

“We have something to work out. Don’t y’all have some shit to discuss.” She flicks her hand between West, G, and anotherguy who’s playing with a pocket knife. My eyes roam over the man who likes to press the sharp end of a blade into the palm of his hand. Sandy blonde hair piles on top of his head but it’s the pink scar down the side of his face that hold my gaze.

“Eyes to yourself.” Oakley sings, dancing around the ring flexing her fingers and rotating her wrist.

“I’m not fighting you.” I say.

My nose scrunches when she shrugs, confusing me further.

Looking down at her black polished nails she casually tosses out another threat, “do, don’t. That’s up to you whether you fight me or not, but I never said I wasn’t.” Smacking her lips she looks over at her boy and blows him a kiss.

Shaking his head, a smirk tips his lip, drawing more attention to the jagged line on his face. West pounces on the stage hauling himself forward to hang over the top rope.

“Oakley, I’d hate to cause problems with my guy Havoc here but you’re pushing your luck.” He lets the comment fall from his mouth in an easy way but the acid behind the words burns just the same.

Crossing his arms over his chest Havoc peers between West and Oakley before settling on the girl at his side.

“Come on Haven let’s go see what they have upstairs.” He draws out in a low raspy voice.

Oakley claps her hands letting out a giggle that rivals the creepiest witch laugh. West looks between us before nodding at me in encouragement.

“Come on, Princess. Kingstons don’t back down.” He reassures me.

My arms hang at my side worn out from the work out G put me through and my legs spasm from the overuse. Swallowing past the lump in my throat I claw through the pain and soreness searching for just a sliver of strength.

“G.” West calls jumping down from the ring.

Behind me I can hear footsteps climbing up and then the door opening and closing. The beautiful, curvy, brunette is long gone with blade boy leaving only the four of us down here. G and West step over to a small area in the back corner where a small bar top with stools around it taking a seat. They lower their voices and no matter how hard I focus on their words I can’t hear a thing. A small arm drapes over my shoulder pulling my ear to her mouth.

“I don’t bite, little sheep.” Oakley whispers a tinkling laugh following.

“The fuck did you call me?” I snap, jerking out of her hold.

Sucking the back of her teeth, sky blue eyes shine up at me, her smile all wrong. Flipping her hand over she chuckles before turning around and giving me space.

“It’s nothing. Now, let’s have a little chat.” She’s back to dancing but this time she doesn’t move instead she shifts on her heels.

Rubbing my hands, my knuckles sting from the earlier hits, another reminder that I’m spent from today. My stomach adds a growl into the mix letting us both know how empty it is.

“What do you want from me?” I ask, moving away when she steps towards me on her right foot.

Oakley’s dressed in jean shorts and a dark grey tank showing off her ink but it’s far from the outfit I have on. The fringe of her cutoff shorts sway with her movements each time she pushes onto her other foot.

Tapping her finger against her chin she looks to the ceiling, “I want to know what you did to Jax.”

Stumbling backward she smiles, dark and wide, at my reaction to his name. Dim blue eyes float through my vision plowing into me. Using the opening she springs forward on her toes swinging wide landing a punch to my hip. Pain radiates down my leg into my foot, almost knocking me off balance.Backing away I turn in a wide circle keeping my eyes on her next move. She slides back dragging the bottom of her shoe across the mat not looking away once.

“You remember Jax, yeah?” She edges, “The one who gave you that pretty little snake of yours.” Her painted nail points to the cold blooded reptile slithering up my leg.

Scraping my teeth across my bottom lip I want to look away from her harsh glare but I’d be risking too much. Curling her fingers she eggs me on taunting me with a sneer.

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