Precarious

“We’re in.” Hazel Eyes grins.

“Are you sure about that?” I smirk, slinking over to the table. “I’m good at pool.”

“So am I, babe.”

My smirk widens and I flash him a wicked smile, before reaching for the pool cue. “What’s your name, handsome?” I ask Hazel Eyes.

“Ray.” He winks.

“And you?” I say to Brown Eyes.

He gives me a long, sultry smile. “Grimm.”

“Like the Grim Reaper?”

He nods.

“Nice.”

I catch a glimpse of Krypt as I round the table, and he’s watching me with a feral expression that makes it clear he’s not happy. I take the first shot, sinking some good balls, and the game kicks off. Ray is good, he wasn’t lying, and he manages to outdo me in the first ten minutes. We’ve bet on the best out of three, but he isn’t going to let me off easily.

“New rules.” He smirks. “Each time you lose, something comes off. Shirt off, sweetheart.”

I grin, drunk and no longer caring. I take the hem of my shirt and slowly, while swaying my hips, slide it over my head. I picked a good bra that pushes my breasts up. The bikers whistle and cheer as I lean over the pool table and keep playing. I win the next round, smirking with victory and doing a little sexy dance around the table.

“Last round.” Grimm smirks. “If we win, you get naked. If you win, you kick our ass . . . though I fuckin’ doubt you have it in you.”

“Oh,” I say, hitting a ball and sinking it. “I have it in me.”

I win, like I knew I would. My cheers fill the room and shots are handed my way as the guys grin. Either way, they’re winning. They get to put their hands on me—at least, they’ll try. It won’t last long. I’ve been wanting to kick some ass since I got here, and now my injuries are healing, I think it’s time I prove I can.

“Who is first?” I ask, jumping from foot to foot.

It’s surprisingly Grimm who steps forward. He smirks at me and leans down, putting his hands on his knees. “Let’s see what you got, little darlin’.”

I kick him, swift and fast, hitting his shoulder and sending him tumbling backwards. I leap at him before he has the chance to get up, landing on his chest and taking hold of the pressure point at his neck. He roars and flips me off him, rolling towards me. People are scooting out of the way and cheering as we roll across the floor.

“Good fuckin’ move,” he grunts, flipping his body onto mine. “But you will lose.”

I grin up at him, and then I jab my thumb into his eye. He makes a strangled sound and while he’s dazed, I hook my feet in his and wrap my fingers around his arms, twisting until his body falls to the side. I force myself back up into a standing position as he pulls himself up and glares at me.

“You play dirty. I can play dirty.”

He winks at someone and an arm goes around my neck from behind as he walks forward. Using the strength of my body, I lift my legs into the air and I kick him in the stomach while the person holding me has my weight. He takes a few steps backwards, and while he does, I reach back and I take hold of whoever has me by the nipples and I squeeze so hard he bellows in pain.

I spin around and see it’s Ray. He stares at me in agony while he rubs his nipples. Then another set of arms goes around me. These arms are bigger, and far sturdier. I notice the rings and the tattoos, and I know right away it’s Maddox. “Time to fight a real man. It seems my boys are makin’ fools out of themselves.”

“They’re going easy,” I pant. “They don’t want to hurt a girl.”

He chuckles. “I’ll hurt a girl. Three seconds.” He lets me go and shoves me forward, counting down. I spin around and consider my moves quickly. Maddox walks towards me, smirking, ready to go. I know he wont’ give in to me easily. The moment he reaches for me, I duck and spin around behind his back. I’m gifted with a speed Maddox doesn’t have, and I’m going to use it.

I drive my fist into his lower back, and as he spins, that same fist finds his balls. Again. Bellowing in pain, he lunges forward, capturing my wrist as I pull it back. He twists it around so I’m forced to go with it, dropping to my knees. I still have my other hand, and when he’s close enough I throw my elbow back into his shin as hard as I can.

“Fucker.”

I drop and roll out, knowing he will grab for me again. He smirks at me when I come up, and stalks towards me once more. “You’re a feisty little shit, but I will win this.”

“You think?” I grin, shoving to my feet.

I bounce from foot to foot as he looms in on me. He takes me by surprise by launching his foot out and hitting my knee, sending me back down to the floor. I groan in pain but roll towards him, grabbing for his foot. It isn’t the best move, because he drops down on me, trapping me on my side by sitting on me.

He presses a hand to my face, forcing it to the floor. He’s being reasonably gentle—I know he is, because I’ve been in a similar position before, and it hurts.

“I could get used to this chair.”

I close my eyes, taking in a deep breath before twisting my body with everything I have until I’m flat on my back. He’s still sitting on me. He takes my hands and shoves them above my head, one of his big hands fully capturing both of mine. “What are you goin’ to do now, little girl?”

“Kick your ass, Maddox.” I grin.