Riley POV
Fight night. I cut the engine of my bike and head into the abandoned warehouse, adjusting my purple mask and walking in as though I own the place. This is where I feel the most comfortable, where I feel as though I belong. The crowd, the smell of blood in the air, the brutal snaps of bone, and opponents screaming in pain. It's as familiar as breathing.
The crowd parts when they see me. I stand near the ring, watching as the next two opponents enter. My eyes widen when I see him, Dax, walk inside, his knuckles wrapped, his shirt off, his face nonchalant.
Fuck he's smoking hot. I salivate as I stare at his six pack without shame, the muscles rippling in his arms and the graceful way he moves. I lick my lips and see several girls staring at him without shame.
If they don't sto
