Slamming Demon (Pounding Hearts 2)

Chapter One

Brett

“Holy shit! Look at what that fucking monster did!” Niklaus cheers into my ear. “Look at the fucking Reaper! Slammed that bitch down on the floor!”

Hell yeah, he did, and he’s right, Reaper is a fucking monster. That man is a pure fucking beast. He lifts up Bennet like he’s a ragdoll, and that motherfucker, Bennet, had the triangle-choke sunk deep in the lock. Reaper lifts Bennet up and then slams him back down on the floor like he doesn’t weigh shit. One punch, two punch, and the fucker is out for the count. Reaper is a fucking monster, just pure savagery in the ring.

I smile to Niklaus and nod. “Fucking Chase is a beast.”

I’m a big boy myself, but where Reaper is a pure savagery, I’m a fucking demon. I don’t enter the ring just to hurt them. When I’m in the ring I’m there to destroy everything about them.

I’m in the weight class right below Chase’s. I’m the current number one contender for the light heavyweight championship belt. But fuck, it’s going to be a long month until my fight. Just watching Chase fight has my hands twitching, getting that familiar jitteriness. Hell, it’s like that feeling of anticipation I get in my balls, that heaviness right before I fuck the shit out of some tight piece of ass.

“Let’s go get something to eat, guys,” I say as Chase gets his hand held high and the interview guy starts edging his way next to him.

The living room is pretty full of guys as we stand up and stretch out the tension we have all been feeling. It’s been a hell of a couple of days after what happened in the gym’s parking lot. I still can’t figure out why someone would try to jump Chase, especially right before a fight. What the fuck was that about?

We’re all standing and shuffling out the front door of my house when we hear Chase say that he is retiring. I rush back towards the TV while yelling for the guys to get back in here. “Chase just fucking retired man!” I yell loudly.

Holy shit! Chase the fucking Reaper Winters just retired, with the fucking belt!

I look over at Max and see his stunned features slowly turn into a wide devilish grin. Max is in line for shots at the belt. I think he is ranked right now as fourth. This is going to be a very interesting year.

But shit, not having to fight Reaper? That is probably not too bad of a thing.

Like we all say, Chase is a fucking monster. Chase is what’s hiding in your closet. But the way Max is looking? I have no doubt he’s just itching to get into that spot. He’s a lot like Reaper, but different. Reaper in the ring is a quiet fucking killer. Max, he’s just quiet all around. He doesn’t talk much, and he doesn’t try to make himself anything that he isn’t. Some of the guys in my house are pretty fucking loud and pretty big on being alpha males. Hell, we all are. We all compete with other in a sport that harkens back to being fucking Gladiators. We all have some swagger because you have to. Beta males don’t really fit in with us.

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I lead our large group of guys into the Thursday’s restaurant and grin to the sexy little hostess. Shit, she’s a cute little thing, nice ass and big brown eyes. Just the type of girl I go for. I haven’t been in this restaurant for the last year or so, I usually just stick to home-cooked meals because I can control what is and isn’t put in the food.

“We need a couple of tables, darling,” I say as I smile down at her. I hear Niklaus groan behind me as I lean in and smile at the little sexy thing.

“Um…” she says as she looks at me and gets a goofy grin.

Yep, I am going to take this one home tonight. I need some relief. I’ve been on lockdown for a couple of months now. It’s completely self-imposed, but I think a good round of hard, nasty sex will do wonders for my training. Nothing better than an empty sack after a good round of fucking.

“Yeah, probably four or five tables and a lot of space. The guys can be a bit noisy after a good fight,” I say with a wink.