Uncaged (An MMA Stepbrother Romance) (62 page)

But I fucking won.

The ref came and held my hand up, and I winced. The bruise on my rib cage was already a deep purple.

But I fucking won.

The crowd loved it. I was the underdog, and I’d taken down Crazy Carl.

The doc came into the cage. He was a wiry man, white-maned, beak-nosed. He knelt down and examined Crazy Carl, gave him a smelling salt. Carl came to, saw that he had lost. The expression on his ruddy face…

He knew he had lost to
me
. Just some nobody. Just some newbie. Just some fucking out-of-town punk.

The doc walked over to me. He said, “What’s your name, son?”

I spat out my mouth guard, along with a long stream of sticky blood. “Pierce Fletcher.”

He said, “Well, shit, son, that might just be the best debut I’ve ever seen.”

I glared at the doc. “Don’t fucking call me ‘son’.”

Chapter Twenty Nine