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After inhaling an ill-advised lengthy breath, I leaned forward with my forearms on my thighs. “Not interested in that shit, Chaney, like the last time you brought it up and every other time before that. I’m here to fight. Nothing else.”
The urge to jump across his desk and beat the fuck out of him entered me, so I leaned back to put some distance between us. If these two kept this up, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.
“You sure, man?” he asked, licking the side of her face. “She’s talented, and her pussy is just as good as that talented mouth of hers. And Daugherty, she can suck a cock like a pro.” He wiggled his brows. “Shit, I’ll even join in and make it a threesome. The more the merrier.”
Of course, you will.
She giggled and licked her lips.
My body shuddered in revulsion.
What the hell is wrong with these two?
“Yes, I’m sure, Chaney. I’m not interested.”
I ran my hand down my face, trying to rid myself of the irritation of having this same damn conversation every weekend. All I wanted to do was fight, forget about my miserable life, make some money, and get out of Southie.
But Chaney was always on the same bullshit every time I had to fight—watch him get his dick sucked, him propositioning me to have his girl, and him offering to join in.
Same shit, just a different day.
“What did you need to see me about? I know it wasn’t about this shit because I got shit to do. I need to get ready.”
“Just think about it.”
This motherfucker looked at her like he was sad I turned them downagain,and this bitch had the nerve to pout like she’d lost her favorite toy.
He returned his focus to me and hope still lingered in his eyes that I would change my mind, which wasn’t happening. He needed to move this conversation along because he was pissing me off. There wasn’t a reason for me to think about it. My answer was no, and it would always be no.
I lifted my brow, and he sighed, holding his hands up. “Okay, okay, we’ll discuss it another time. I’m sure I can get you to agree to it.”
No, I won’t.
“Chaney…” I warned.
“Okay. Okay, I’m done. About tonight.”
“What about tonight?”
“I need you to hold back some, Southie.”
“What the fuck for Chaney?” I leaned forward in the chair again, seething. “I don’t have time to dick around. I’m here to fight, not hold someone’s fucking hand. If they can’t stand toe to toe with me, they have no business being in the octagon.”
He huffed and shook his head, puffed on the cigar, and blew out the thick white smoke, watching me through narrowed eyes. “Because I goddamn said so! Daugherty, listen. There’ll be important men here tonight, with a lot of fucking money, who came to see a show, not a five-second knockout or a quick submission. I’m aware of what you do in the cage, and I can make a lot of money tonight. I won’t let you fuck me over.” He pointed his fat finger at me and all I wanted to do was break it. “I don’t care how good you are. Either you do as I say, or you’re out of here. You take your pick.”
“Whateva.”
The metal chair scraped along the tile floor as I stood, causing Chaney to flinch. Without saying another word to the dirty bastard, I left the office before I did something that would get me kicked off the circuit.
There was nothing more to say. Chaney wouldn’t budge. But there was no way I’d hold back tonight. It wasn’t in me to do so. I was a fighter. A Southie boy. I’d been fighting all my life and always did my best, not rolling over for some money no matter how much I needed it. Whoever these important people were would get a show, but it wouldn’t be on Chaney Moreno’s terms. I had some anger I needed to release, and my opponent supplied the perfect opportunity to do so.
There would be no holding back tonight from me.
They want a show. A show is what they’ll get.
Chapter 2
Camilla
