Chapter 11
Matt
When Terry took Shelby away I had a feeling I knew exactly what they wanted her to do. Twenty minutes later, my suspicion was confirmed when she waltzed out into the arena dressed like a UFC ring girl. Several of the other fighters whistled at her as she approached, and when she came up to me she had her lips pursed and hands on her hips. The tiny black and red top she wore pushed her t**s together so tightly that if I reached out and touched them they’d spill out.
Dammit to hell, I wanted her.
“Let me loose in a den of wolves, huh? Little does Ryan know I’m not a little lamb,” she thundered. “I’m also not a model. What if I suck?”
As much as I hated her having to be touched by every hard c****d motherfucker in the room, I knew she would be good at it. She was striking
