Possessive Fighter by Flora Ferrari

Roxy:

I didn’t want to come here, I shouldn’t even be here.
But something good has to happen, it couldn’t get much worse.
I’ve heard my dad say the illegal fights are the only ones where you can make any real money. If you bet on the right fighter.
Trouble is the guy we owe all the money to? He also runs the fights.
As soon as I see him though, my fighter I just know he’ll win. And I’m betting more than all our money on him.
I’m betting my life he’s the man I think he is.
A lover and a fighter. Is there such a thing as both?
I can’t wait to find out.

Dillon:

Go down in the fourth. Get paid, go home.
Simple.
Marconi’s fights means Marconi’s rules and until today I never cared less about who won or lost, as long as I got paid.
But as soon as I sense her, even before I even see her sweet thick curves, I know she’s the only thing I want to be going down for.
Throwing a rigged fight, a Marconi fight? It’s suicide.
But I’d rather die trying to help who I can see clearly needs it than die wondering what could’ve been, what should’ve been just one thing.
Mine.