Jigsaw (Hell's Handlers MC 3)

Razor’s left hand came around the back of Izzy’s neck, grabbing and holding her close. Izzy returned the move, clasping her fingers across the back of Razor’s neck. Locked in the clinch, she knew what was in store for her, a hard knee to the gut. But Izzy’s reflexes were fast as fuck, and this was her absolute favorite takedown. She turned her head to the left, looking away from Razor at the same time she slammed her right forearm up under Razor’s arm, breaking her hold. Then she rolled her right shoulder inward and knocked Razor’s arm clear off.

The action spun Razor straight into Izzy’s arms, and she grabbed her opponent around the waist, used her legs and hips to lift the larger woman, and thrust forward, taking her to the ground.

The high of adrenaline and triumph coursed through Izzy. Fuck, yes, she loved this shit.

Sparing a fraction of a second, she glanced up and right into Jig’s captivated eyes.

The man was impressed with her.

She was impressed with herself. Time to put this match to bed.

WEDGED BETWEEN JIG and Maverick, Stephanie jumped up and down, slapping their arms and screaming, “Oh, my God! Get her! Get her!”

Jig laughed as Steph grabbed both men’s arms and dug her fingernails in. “Jesus, woman, leave me a little skin, would ya?”

Stephanie patted his abused arm, but never tore her gaze from the ring. “Sorry. So sorry, but would you look at her? She is such a badass. We are totally going to be friends.”

What? Women were weird.

Steph faced him, smile toothy and wide. “And were you actually laughing at me? Like a sound that expresses enjoyment of life? I knew you had it in you.”

The squeal that came from her had him wincing. Shit, at that decibel, dogs from the neighboring town would come running. He rolled his eyes and playfully pushed her chin away so she was facing the ring once again. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Mav’s slack-jawed expression.

Jesus, he knew how to have fun. He could enjoy life. It shouldn’t be such a headline-making event.

Jig tuned out Stephanie’s excited ramblings and focused on the ring. He hadn’t known what to expect from Izzy, but it wasn’t the skilled fighter taking names in the ring. She was fierce, full of concentration, intelligent strikes and maneuvers, and like Stephanie said, she was just plain badass.

She was also hot as fuck. So hot he had to adjust his stance as the fit of his shorts grew uncomfortably tight. A problem most men in the room probably had, if their dicks weren’t too drunk to work. But unlike most men in the room, it wasn’t the vision of the two women shedding the rest of their clothes and switching from fighting to fucking; it was straight-up Izzy herself.

In every calculated movement she made, her strength was evident, with muscles flowing and bunching under her tattooed skin. And even though she was engaged in a physical battle, there was still an overtly feminine quality to her. Something he couldn’t describe. The experience was nothing like watching two men fight.

Izzy was all woman.

On the ground, she grappled with her opponent for about a minute, and Jig’s respect grew tenfold. Damn, she was impressive. He could probably learn a thing or two from her. As the bell dinged, indicating the end of the first round, he had to hold himself back from rushing to her. She didn’t so much as glance in his direction, but guzzled water and listened intently to everything Zach told her.

Once or twice Zach demonstrated something, showing her an effective maneuver to use against her opponent. Despite being the smaller woman, she had this in the bag. Jig could feel it in his bones.

“Enjoying the fight?” Mav asked with a smirk, his eyes drifting down to Jig’s crotch before returning to his face.

“Shut the fuck up. Maybe you should be paying more attention to your woman and less to my dick.”

“Huh?” Mav spun, just realizing Stephanie had wandered toward the bar. “Goddamnit!” Mav growled as he stormed off after her. “Woman! What the fuck did I tell you about leaving my side?”

With a chuckle, Jig focused back on the ring. The second round began much as the first, but within thirty seconds, Izzy had used one of the techniques Zach recommended and had her opponent back on the ground. Without hesitating a second, Izzy flipped her body until her legs were across The Razor’s chest. She jerked Razor’s arm into a painful armbar, arching her hips to increase the angle and give Razor the feeling that her arm would snap in two.

The Razor withstood the position for about ten seconds then slapped her palm against the mat. The crowd erupted in unruly cheers and more than a few sexual slurs. Jig wanted to lay out every one of the motherfuckers who shouted something about Izzy’s tits or, even worse, her pussy.