Page 41 of Monster: King of Nevada

“Let’s get on the road, then.”

Lucas and Owen follow me out of the house. Caleb and Ella will drop Oliver off later at the hotel before coming to the arena for the fight. Which gives me nearly the entire day to miss her tight cunt wrapped around my cock, sucking the seed out of me and soaking into her walls.Damn, the woman has no ideahow sexy she is with her head tossed back and eyes glazed with passion.

“Fuck,” I grunt, dropping my head back against the seat and closing my eyes. I squeeze my dick until it hurts so I don’t rub one out with Lucas and Owen in the front of the car and me by myself in the back.

The drive ambles on endlessly as I wait for the car to stop, to step out into the heat, and I wonder why the fuck I didn’t just take Tank out the morning he showed up at my mansion. I should have snapped his neck then and there. I’d be in bed between my future wife’s legs right now if I’d done that.

It was stupid to let him go.

“Boss, Adonis is on the line,” Lucas says, his eyes picking up on more than I want him to.

“Little brother.” I put the phone to my ear, amused to hear from the man who fought so hard to get out from under my shadow. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?”

He sighs. “Cut the shit, Theias. Soren hasn’t heard from Ella, and she’s fucking concerned.”

“Ella.” I whisper her name as if I could conjure her out of thin air.I wish.“She is well. I left her in bed not long ago.”

“Guess their little plan worked. She’s the one, then?” There’s no mockery, just curiosity.

“Very much so. In fact, I have a fight tonight. Why don’t you, Nick, and your respective partners catch a flight in this afternoon? I’m sure Ella would love to see the girls, too; she has some exciting news.”

It’s the first time I’ve ever offered an invitation to anyone outside of my brother, and I’m sure he doesn’t miss the significance of that.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll look at chartering a flight.”

“Lucas is on it. I’ll set you all up in my hotel for the night as well.” I picture the man’s confusion through the line. I’m notoften affable, but Ella has worked her magic on me, and I don’t wish to isolate her the way I have isolated myself.

“You’re being generous, big brother.”

“Take it while it’s available, then.” Adonis laughs before agreeing as I hang up. “Get him the details, Lucas.”

He’s already typing away on his phone as we pull into the arena's parking lot.

I step out of the limo, the morning oddly quiet, or maybe that’s anticipation I feel. I want to bask in the silence before the chaos cranks up to a roar, but I don’t get the opportunity as Owen and Lucas come up next to me. Lucas confirms he’s given flight and booking information to Adonis and Nick. Owen glances around, looking for trouble.

“Something there?” I ask when he doesn’t say anything.

“Not sure. I’m going to have a look around.” He’s gone before I can ask what he’s sensing.

Owen was always a good look-out. He spent a few years in the Marines as a sniper before we met over a decade ago. I trust his instinct; if something feels off to him, I don’t question it.

Entering the building I had custom built, I admire the industrial work in the daylight. I didn’t care for all the plaster and drywall the designer had wanted to add. I liked the old-school feel of exposed beams. Black and steel are the only shades in this section of the building until you hit the box office, my suite, and the locker rooms. Everything else is bare bones–how it should be.

People shouldn’t be too comfortable here. They’re not here to relax and chill out with friends and family. This place is about more than that. It’s about betting, allowing your vices to control you and, on more occasions than not, the bloodshed.

Taking the stairs down to the ring in the middle of the building, I enter, careful not to bother the crew erecting the steel around it. Tank doesn’t know it yet, but we’ll be locked in a cage.Just the two of us. No refs to interfere as I beat his dumb ass down until he chokes on his own blood.

Standing in the middle, I look up to where my suite oversees the arena. Closing my eyes, I imagine Ella standing at the glass, her fingers touching it, hand on her belly, as she watches me kill the man who spent too long tormenting her.

His seat is positioned so that he won’t see her until she’s escorted down to me by Caleb and Lucas. And when he decides to get ballsy and come barreling after her, which I know he will–men like him always do–I’ll be ready to snap his neck before he can breathe in her space.

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ELLA

Sliding the romper’s silky material up my body, I clip it behind my back to hold everything in. The shorts just kiss the top of my thighs, while the neckline plunges to show more cleavage than not, and the straps are thin and clip together like a bra at the middle of my back.

Its midnight blue color is sexy and daring because I don’t typically wear things like this. When I saw it in my closet, however, I instantly loved how it reminded me of Theias and the intensity in his own midnight blue eyes.

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