Page 103 of Undisputed Player
"Mine would," Adrian confirmed with absolute certainty. "If I had a cat. Which I don't, because Toffee is my one and only. I’d never dare cheat on him.”
Connor shook his head, but there was fondness in his expression. "We sparring? You've got a title defense in a week.
I nodded, and we fell into our familiar dance—circling, feinting, testing each other's defenses.
But my mind kept drifting to yesterday, to the two pieces of shitwho'd dared to threaten what was mine. The memory of their faces made my vision blur with rage.
I wanted to peel their skin off strip by strip and mail it to Damon in a fucking gift box.
"Earth to Jax," Adrian's voice cut through my thoughts just as Connor's fist connected with my jaw, snapping my head back. "You planning on blocking any time soon, or are you too busy thinking about your princess?"
The taste of copper flooded my mouth. I spat blood onto the mat and grinned. "Just warming up."
"Bullshit," Connor said, dropping his hands. His black eyes studied me with that unnerving intensity. "You're thinking about killing someone. What's going on?"
I hesitated, then stepped back, pulling off a glove to wipe sweat from my brow. “Estelle's got trouble. Some asshole wants custody of the kid.”
Adrian's eyes lit up immediately, that dangerous gleam I knew too well. The same look he'd had when we carved up Jerry piece by piece.
"Custody battle? That's adorable. Please tell me it involves the warehouse. I just got some new toys I've been dying to try out."
“It's not fucking adorable,” I growled, though the idea was more than tempting. “He's connected to a drug cartel. Has men watching her fucking apartment.”
Connor's expression darkened. “Like Jerry.”
The name meant the same between us, heavy with shared history. The man we'd made suffer for every tear he'd ever caused Sierra to shed.
“Kind of,” I said, though the comparison had crossed my mind. “This guy's not directly hurting her, yet. He's trying to take the kid.”
“Why?” Connor asked, always cutting straight.
"To groom him for the family business. Drug running." The words were like poison. "Estelle's sister died of an overdose, the same shit this bastard got her hooked on."
Adrian's grin faded, his expression turning grim. For all his chaos and bloodlust, he had a soft spot for kids. “Motherfucker.”
"I've got people on her old apartment," I continued. "But these guys showed up yesterday, made threats. Implied she's turning tricks to afford her new clothes."
Connor's knuckles went white around his water bottle. The memory of their stares made my fingers itch for the gun in my car. “They backed off when they saw me, but they'll be back."
"So what's the plan?" Adrian asked, rolling his neck like he was already preparing for violence. "Please tell me it involves pain. Lots and lots of pain."
I exchanged a look with Connor, who gave a slight nod. "Information first. I need to know who Damon answers to, how deep his connections go."
"Smart," Connor grumbled. "No point taking out an enforcer if the general's still giving orders."
Adrian pouted, the expression almost comical on his face. "You two are so boring. What about the direct approach? I could start with his ankles and work my way up."
"When I'm ready for that," I promised, slipping my glove back on, "you'll be the first to know."
We resumed sparring, Coach occasionally yelling at us to fix something. My mind drifted again to last night, to the way Estelle had looked with the gun pressed against her sweet cunt, how she'd finally broken and begged for release. Her tight heat around my cock, the way she'd screamed my name when I finally let her come
I hardened instantly in my gym shorts.
“Fuck,” I muttered, turning away from my friends and adjusting myself. The timing was fucking awful.
Adrian noticed immediately, a smirk crossing his face. “Need a minute?”
“Shut up,” I growled, grabbing a towel from the corner post.
