Page 119 of Ignite

Chapter 39

CONAN

Song, Coming Undone, Korn.

Istride to my team. Keller’s already on me, wiping blood from my face.

I spit out my mouthguard and gulp water.

“You’re doing a good job, Con. Use that brute strength. He can’t take it. And those kicks? Beautiful.”

“Thanks.” I rub my jaw. “That fucking knee to the jaw hurt like a bitch.”

“Yeah, I bet. Don’t leave yourself open like that again.”

Before the bell rings, I glance at that beautiful girl in the front row.

“I need to finish him this round,” I tell Grayson.

“You know what to do.”

I nod.

For five minutes, I need to be the man I don’t want Hallie to see.

The faster I end this, the faster I get to my date.

“I’m on it.”

Grayson slaps my bicep.

“Not too far, Conan,” he warns.

“I’ll try.”

I head back to the center of the cage. Dan’s eyes lock with mine—cold, dark, smug.

“That your girl?” He smirks, glancing toward Hallie.

“Oh, I wouldn’t go there,” I hiss.

“I can. I’ll knock you clean out and take your girl. I bet her pussy tastes?—”

He doesn’t finish.

A clean uppercut shuts his mouth and drops him to the mat.

Seconds later, I’m on top of him.

The more he tries to fight, the harder I hit.

Fist after fist after fist.

I grab his throat. He gasps, flailing. His hits go weak.

I let go.

It’s not enough. I want him to hurt more.

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