Crystal

Our day has been so perfect. Now it’s almost time for the fights. I’ve packed my special cut. I’m going to wear it because my man needs to know I’m only his. Tonight, there’s going to be tons of sweaty, shirtless men. It’s never affected me before, but I know my husband will choke the life out of one of these guys if they speak to me.

I won’t let the ring girls get to me because I know that he loves me and can’t keep his hands off my body. I’ve got nothing to fear from these broads.

He tightens his hold on my waist as we walk into the arena. “You’re mine,” Garrett grunts against my ear.

“I think I’ve made it clear.”

“Yes, and you look sexy in that leather cut, Tigress.”

We’re all in our seats, but not sitting in the same place, unfortunately, because of it being sold out. Mick and Morgan are up further back. It seems like forever before Mike makes his appearance. Garrett keeps me occupied with random kisses and touches. I know he’s letting everyone know that he’s crazy about me, but it’s making me horny and irritable. We have two big fights to sit through.  He’s about six-two and two-twenty. I start shouting and cheering for my brother. His opponent notices and turns and winks at me. Garrett’s ready to go after him, but I whisper, “Let Mike handle it. He’s trying to piss him off.” Then the fighter says something to Mike. The bell rings and they circle each other until the guy runs at Mike. He must have thought Mike’s some punk because Mike had him pinned to the ground with a rear naked choke. Before we know it, the shit talking ass has passed out. Mike wins and we cheer him on. He jumps on the top of the ring, straddling it and throwing his arms up in celebration. We stand as he comes out with his new belt. It’s an amazing night. “What did he say to you?”

“Nothing that I’ll say aloud, especially with your husband standing here.”

“I know he did it to get a rise out of you, but if he approaches her, I’ll make sure it’s the last thing he does,” Garrett informs Mike with a viciousness to his words that leaves no mistake or misinterpretation. Knowing Garrett and his men, he’s as serious as it gets.

Mike goes back to get evaluated and cool down as we wait for the next fight and that’s Danny’s title match. Mike’s going to come back and watch of course. Assuming Danny makes it last that long. He’s been known to end fights in the first round. This one is different though because he’s facing another undefeated fighter, Diego “The Tank” Otero. I’ve seen him a couple times and the talk up to this fight has been brutal. I’m so glad that Garrett didn’t see it. There was a lot of screwing sisters type of talk and guys ragging on each other. This fight is as personal as it gets, but I hope that Garrett can contain himself.

He grabs me and sits me on his lap as they announce the other guy. He looks my way and I know Garrett’s aware. The guy hides the hint of fear in his eyes because the cameras are on him. “Are you going to scare everyone?”

“Baby, if I’d been with you when that fuck was trash talking your brother, he’d already be a dead man. Now, this is the only warning he gets. I don’t give two fucks if this is the name of the game. You’re mine and that must be respected. You must be. I know your brother is going to lay this guy out. If not, he may just come up missing one day.”

“Garrett?” I challenge.

“I’m kidding around. He’s not worth it. The police would be all over it.” We stand as my brother’s music begins and he walks out. I don’t like that my brothers do this for a living because it’s so dangerous, but since they rarely get busted up, I suppose it’s okay.

As soon as Danny’s in the ring, Garrett pulls me back on his lap. Danny is pinned against the cage, something that’s never happened before, but then he does some crazy shit and has the guy pinned instead and is throwing some elbows. “Night, night,” I shout as The Tank is asleep. Danny’s declared the winner and of course does the customary riding the cage that they all seem to do. I wonder if that hurts their nuts, but I’m guessing not.

“Fuck, that looks like it hurts,” Garrett grunts.

“I was thinking the same thing. But after everything else, I suppose it’s not a big deal.”

“You even thinking about another man’s nuts is off limits, woman. You’re lucky he’s your brother.”

“Oh hush, you were thinking about them, too,” I toss out laughing.

“Well, he must not have any. Let’s go and celebrate. Then I can show you mine—up close and personal,” he growls in my ear. It’s going to be a memorable night.