You think you’ve got this in the bag, Black? You don’t fucking know me at all. Underestimate me. I dare you.
The ref lets us loose and backs out of the center. I stride forward, ready to knock this motherfucker out.
But as Black reaches me, his fists fly. Clearly, he has the same plan.
His glove wings at my jaw where he clipped me at the end of the second round, but I move my head fast enough that it doesn’t catch me again.
“I’m not making this fucking easy for you,” I grunt at him, and he glares.
“I’m gonna take your fucking head off.” As soon as he bites out the last word, he telegraphs a jab, and I bob and strike with an uppercut.
Bodhi’s head snaps back. I charge forward, following it up with a jab and an elbow.
He recovers, throwing a kick to my thigh.Fuck, that stings.
My hands move without thought, throwing a combination that pummels his body.
He flinches, and I know he fucking felt that.
I glance up to check the time, and Bodhi surges forward, totally catching me off guard. I have one thought as I hit the floor of the cage.
Fuck.
Fifty-Three
Scarlett
Oh God.Oh God. No.
Bodhi took Gabriel down with the force of a freight train, and now Gabriel’s on his back again.
“Shit!” Jon yells. “Come on, Legend! You can turn this around!”
Gabriel moves his hips, and my jaw drops as he uses what appears to be pure magic to flip their positions.
“Go, baby, go!” I scream as Gabriel rolls on top of Bodhi’s head. His limbs move so fast, I can barely tell what’s happening.
“Legend’s got a body triangle. Not sure he can submit him with that. Maybe he’ll go for the arm bar,” Jon says, leaning forward so I can hear him over the wild cheering surrounding us.
“Come on, Legend!” Harlow screams, and I jump to my feet with the rest of the crowd.
The cheers of“Legend, Legend, Legend”echo through the club, nearly deafening me.
But Gabriel loses the advantage, and they roll across the floor so fast, I can barely keep track of who is in the better position.
Then they change position again, and Gabriel bounds to his feet.
For a moment, Bodhi lies on the canvas, his arms and legs in the air, like he’s expecting Gabriel to come back at him. When he doesn’t, Bodhi jumps up and charges at Gabriel. Gabriel is ready this time, though, because he pushes off the cage floor to leap into the air. His right knee rams directly into Bodhi’s bowed head.
Bodhi’s entire body goes slack and drops, and chaos erupts in the club.
“Knockout!” someone roars as Gabriel pounces, ready to finish Bodhi off. But the ref waves his arms, shoving Gabriel away as everyone rushes toward the cage.
“It’s all over!” Jon says as he slaps my shoulder from behind.
“Go, go, go!” Harlow yells at me, pushing me in the direction of the cage door. “He’s going to want you in there when they raise his hand.”
People are crushed together, surging out of their seats, and I can barely move. I try to maneuver through them, not thinking about anything but getting to Gabriel inside the cage.