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“I’ton”

Brooke

Melanie has been shouting in my ear for the past half hour and , I can barely even hear anything Only hters in the underground boxing ring lunge at each other, both ht, both extremely muscled as they pound each other’s faces in

Every time one of them lands a punch, cheers and claps burst across the room, which is croith at least three hundred spectators, all of the for blood The worst part of it all is that I can hear the god-awful sound of bone cracking against flesh, and the hairs on my arms are pricked in utter fear Any et up again

“Brooke!” Melanie, s me “You look ready to puke, you are so not cut out for this!”

I’ to kill her

As soon as I takewhen they finish this round, I’ to reeing to come here in the first place

But my poor, dear Melanie has a new htly fantasies was in the city participating in these “private” and very “dangerous” underground club fighting gaed me to come with her and watch him It’s just hard to say no to Melanie She’s effusive and insistent, and now she’s julee

“He’s next,” she hisses, uncaring of on this last round, or if they even survived Which apparently, thank god, they both did “Get ready for some serious piece of eye candy, Brookey!”

The public falls silent, and the announcer calls, “Ladies and gentle for, the ive you, the one, the only, Reton ‘Riptide’ Tate!”

A shiver runs along oes crazy over the naer shouts tumble one atop the other

“Remy! I love you, Remy!”

“I’ll suck your ck for you, Remy!”

“REMY, POUND ME, REMY!”

“Reton I want your Riptide!”

All heads turn as a figure in a hooded red cape trots toward the ring The fighters tonight apparently don’t wear boxing gloves, and I see his fingers flex and fist at his sides, his hands enor

Across the ring fro “REMY’S 1 BITCH” proudly in the air, and she’s screauess in case he doesn’t kno to read or litter

I’ my crazy best friend isn’t the only feuy, when I feel her squeezing my arm “I dare you to look at hi for that man”

“I wouldn’t do anything for that man,” I instantly repeat, just to win

“You’re not looking!” she squeals “Look at him Look”

She grabs , but I start laughing instead Melanie loves men Loves to sleep with them, stalk them, drool about them, and yet when she catches them, she can never really hold onto the involved with anyone

Not when h boyfriends, and drama, for both of us

I stare up at the stage as the guy whips off the satin red robe with the word RIPTIDE on the back, and the spectators stand screae thehts, and I just stare like an idiot frood

My

God

Dimples

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