Page 53 of Stolen Seconds

Two.

Black spots appeared in my vision, and I felt the last of my control slip from my fingers. With a hard upward thrust of my body, I swung my leg until I had him caged between my thighs.

All my senses enhanced into a frenzy of fury as I clutched him by the hair and made him acquainted with my fist, the satisfying crunch of bone beneath my knuckles.

Blood sprayed across my torso as I pummeled into his face, every grunt escaping him more ragged with each hit.

I paused, breathing harshly as a raging heat encompassed my sweat covered body.

Gripping his head with both hands, I made him look atme, terror coating his eyes before I covered them with my thumbs and pressed down.

A horrible scream tore from him as I ruptured his eyes, crimson leaking down his face.

“That’s for staring at what’s mine.” My tone was as lethal as my hands.

His annoying wailing grated on my nerves, but it was the perfect opening to stick my hand inside his throat and grip his tongue. With a sharp tug, I ripped it out, his body writhing beneath me until it stopped.

“And that’s for speaking of her,” I said to his unconscious—most likely dead body.

When the ringing in my ears dissipated, the blaring noises of my surroundings rushed in, making me overly aware of where I was.

I pushed up off my hands as they announced my win and scanned the roaring crowd.

My chest rose and fell fast, muscles stretching taut as my gaze caught Irina’s blue eyes.

I didn’t know what I expected to find, but it definitely wasn’t the raw hunger sparking in them.

A hand landed against my back, bringing my attention to my trainer. “Go on and clean up,” Alessio said, his face tense. “You brought in a lot of money tonight with that stunt.”

I’m sure it did, but thatstuntmight’ve just jeopardized fighting in the near future. I doubted anyone would want their organs ripped from their body while conscious.

Wiping the sweat off my brow, I nodded my head at him before leaving the ring.

The crowds’ applause increased in volume, following me all the way to the back where the locker rooms were.

I closed the door behind me and looked up to find a random woman sitting on one of the benches. She leaned back on her hands, legs stretched in front of her as she eyed me with a mischievous glint.

“Are you lost?” I asked blankly.

I’d been in this exact situation more times than not, and each time, it became less amusing.

“Yes.” Her voice dripped with seduction, red lips pouting. “Glad you found me.” She moved her hands toward the knot on her trench coat, fingers tracing them slowly.

I swung the door open and walked toward my locker, irritation pulsing at the back of my head. “Leave through the door and take a right. Exit should be there.”

Nails dragged across my skin lightly. “How about we play first?”

I turned around and caught her wrists to refrain her from touching me further.

Her eyes glossed over in desire as she bit her bottom lip. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”

Oh for fuck's sake.

I didn’t have a chance to tell her off because one second, she was standing there in anticipation and the next, her face fell as she dropped to the floor, blood pooling around her head.

My gaze flicked toward the door, heart racing as it landed onmywoman.

Irina stood there, blue eyes a storming hue as she kept her gun aimed in my direction, setting me on fire with one vicious look.

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