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Jig frowned and shrugged into his own Handlers’ tee “Who’s fighting?”

“Oh, just you wait, lea on?

“All right, all right We have a very special h theand waited for the reveal “Not too often do we get two bitches fighting, but what irl action? Huh?”

This was the first ti had seen a round fighting wasn’t for the faint of heart No biting, no eye-gouging, and no weapons were pretty oes There were nights when bloodiedhad sent one or two of them that route himself

He’d always had a thing for girly girls Soft, gentle wohter wouldn’t trip his trigger Maybe he’d just bail on the rest of the evening

“First up, we’ve got Kristen, The Razor, Hudson” The crowd of drunk and horny ed into view She wore a hooded jacket, as was custoh the ropes When she arrived next to the eed the hoodie off A buzz cut, a scorpion neck tattoo, and a six-pack that rivaled his own greeted the crowd Her face was a mask of jaded concentration The woman looked like she ate nails for breakfast, lunch, and dinner

Jig would rather get stung by the scorpion on her neck than let her within ten feet of his dick She’d probably rip the thing off and toss it across the room

“Yikes,” Steph whispered “That is one scary lady”

“Don’t worry, our girl’ll be fine,” Mav whispered back

Our girl? Who the fuck were they talking about? Did they know the opponent? Jig wracked his brain but couldn’t think of a single fe ring

“And co in on my left we have, Isabella, The Empress, Monroe”

“Here she coing Maverick’s arm from her shoulders “I’m so excited I’m so nervous”

Who the fuck…?