Shadow boxing myself to release some of this aggression Pinky steps up to the mat, his hand wrapped up like a taco. He's not wearing any gear, showing off his brown gelled hair.
"Hey, I heard the news about Tate," he smiles a dopey grin. I eye his hand, my chest constricting with the urge to climb out of this ring and beat Chase within in inch of his life.
Huffing, I climb down and grab the towel off his shoulder.
"You're hand going to be okay?" I ask concerned.
He shrugs, looking away. "It's a risk being in the ring with you guys. I know that."
If only he knew how much of a sadistic asshole Chase was, he wouldn't be so accepting.
"Don't spar with that p***y again, Pinky," I can't control the authority in my tone as I demand him to stay away from Chase.
"Why?" he looks at me with w
