That causes me to look at him with surprise. “You know who I am?”
“Gotta say, I was pretty disappointed when you quit fighting. I made quite a bit of money off of you.” I cringe. I hated that part of fighting. Knowing that someone could possibly lose everything. He laughs at my reaction. “I take it, you don’t approve.”
“No. I fought because I liked it. Not to make or break someone financially.”
Moaning from across the seat draws my attention. I watch as one of the women goes down on Romano. I quickly avert my gaze, not because I’m embarrassed as much as I am still getting a very slimy vibe from the guy.
“Maybe you should fight again,” James suggests. “It would be a lot more lucrative than tattooing.”
I narrow my eyes at him as I wonder exactly how he knows what I do now. How does he know so much about me? He flashes a toothy smile at me that is a little more than suggestive. “I’m doing just fine,” I tell him.
“She thinks she’s too good for you, James,” Romano calls from across the seat, grabbing the girl with his cock in her mouth by the hair and thrusting. I gag a little from the sight.
“Is that right?” he hums. “You think you’re too good for me?”
I look him dead in the eyes. I am not intimidated by him whatsoever and I won’t let him think that I am. “Did those words come out of my mouth?” I snap.
Romano shoves the girl off of him. He stands from his seat not even bothering to put his dick away and walks to me. He leans over until his mouth is right next to my ear. “Watch your tone before I shove my cock in your mouth,” he growls.
I turn until we are looking eye to eye. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but if you like your cock then I suggest you keep it far away from me.”
The man’s dark eyes flash with anger. He raises his hand to hit me but I’m too fast for him. I quickly out maneuver him then knock him to his back.
James is quick to grab me before I can launch an attack on the bastard. “Easy there, love. You don’t know who you’re playing with.”
I yank from his grip. “Neither do you.”
“Oh, I know. It’s why I’m stopping you.”
Romano stands to his feet. He is back in my face. “You should watch yourself little girl. I’d hate for something awful to happen to your sister.”
I turn red as I realize they know entirely too much about me. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Let’s just say we need your assistance,” James says behind me.
“With what?”
“We need a fighter, and we want you. If you help us, we will make sure your sister’s pretty little head and tight body stay perfectly safe. If you don’t, then we might just have to find some other use for said head and body.”
I look at them both, realizing that this has been some sort of plan from the minute Stephano saw me earlier.
“I don’t fight anymore. I haven’t fought in two years.”
“Judging by the look of you, I’d say you still train regularly,” James’ eyes roam over my body, making me self-conscious for the first time in my life.
“What’s to stop me from taking Cara and leaving right now?” I demand tipping my chin up slightly.
He turns to toward the dance floor. Stephano makes eye contact with me as he runs his mouth over her neck. Bile rises in my throat. “I don’t think she’ll go with you, but even if she tried, we have ways to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
“You’d be surprised how much money a young pretty thing like her brings,” Romano adds.
I fight to keep the shaking that threaten to take over me from making itself known. The absolute terror that flows through me at the threats these men are making. Except I can tell they aren’t threats.
“What do you want?” I hiss.
“Ahh. Smart girl. We want you to fight for us. Your first match is in three weeks.”
“Three weeks,” I scoff. “How do you expect me to be prepared in three weeks. I haven’t had a match in two fucking years.”
