Keenan
Keenan Mills tightened his grip on the iron wire fence in front of him. His eyes zeroed in on his cousin Ronan dodging the roundhouse kick from his opponent by just a hair.
With only asphalt under his feet and iron wire fences surrounding him, Ronan was in his element in this makeshift cage fight.
As a muscular guy himself who often trained in the gym with his brothers and cousins, Keenan wasn’t intimidated easily. But these underground fights in deserted warehouses gave him the creeps as they attracted the craziest fuckers in Austin, Texas.
Keenan knew if the action in the cage didn’t do it for the spectators, these maniacs would sniff out the weakest in the crowd to taste some blood on their own.
“Another one bites the dust,” Keenan’s brother Aiden said after Ronan knocked his opponent out.
A guy next to Aiden snorted white powder from the tip of a key and a fight broke out on the other end of the warehouse.
“Okay, where are Dunc and Ro? We need to get the hell out of here,” Keenan said. He wouldn’t hang around this dump a minute longer.
“They’ll be here in a sec,” Aiden said, unfazed. He’d probably seen plenty of craziness since he’d never missed a fight of Ronan.
“I need to get back to Tommy.”
As a responsible, single dad to a five-year-old son, he had no business being here.
“Tommy is fine. You know our sis has everything under control.”
Keenan took a deep breath while pinching the bridge of his nose. Sure, his sister Deirdre would have everything under control. But Keenan had a responsibility to his son.
If something would happen to him, his son would become an orphan because Tommy’s mother was out of the picture.
The howling sound of a microphone held too close to the speaker echoed from the bare walls of the warehouse. “Listen up, fuckers. Now that our main fight is done, we have a little treat for ya’ll before we head out.”
Hoots and hollers shifted the energy of the crowd. Nasty comments about snatches and other degrading words had Keenan clenching his fists.
A woman entered the makeshift cage. She matched Keenan’s six-foot height and with muscles upon muscles, a crooked nose and a masculine jawline, she met his stereotype of a female fighter.
“With three K.O.’s under her belt and seventeen wins… welcome Paula the Plower.”
Aiden laughed beside Keenan and said, “Whoever picked out that name for her did a banged up job.” He fake shuddered and said, “Normally I’m all for women on top, but damn… I think she’d break my dick if she sat on it.”
Just when Keenan wanted to say something in Paula the Plower’s defense, a young woman with a fresh spring in her step entered the cage. Bouncing on her feet, the tight braid on her back tapped the spot right above her firm butt.
Even in the dim light of the warehouse, her carroty red hair stood out from everyone else. Her porcelain skin almost matched the white tape on her knuckles.
The referee announced the new girl but his words got lost in the crowd as the men went berserk at the sight of this sexy woman in tight spandex. His dick twitched at the sight of her curves, but her wide blue eyes took his breath away.
While staring at her, the uproar of the shouting men in the crestfallen warehouse faded into a dull background noise. He glanced over to the fences on the opposite side and wondered if he resembled any of these horny bastards drooling over her.
She seemed in a trance and didn’t acknowledge the assholes calling out to her. She moved gracefully to get away from a grabby pair of hands sticking through the fence.
Paula the Plower went in for the kill the moment the fight started. Her nickname instantly made sense to him when she tried to plow the redhead to the ground. A cold sweat broke out on his skin. He wanted to protect the intriguing young woman that captivated him from the moment she’d stepped into the cage.
A guy behind Keenan cheered, “Luria... Luria…” when the redhead simply jabbed Paula the Plower as if she wasn’t almost a foot taller and forty pounds heavier.
This Luria girl danced upon her feet, distracting the Plower long enough so she could deliver another jab to her jaw.
“Damn, that Luria fighter is good,” Aiden said.
“And hot as fuck,” he continued.
Keenan bit the inside of his cheek to prevent him lashing out at his brother for checking out Luria.