Kept from You Read Online Nashoda Rose (Tear Asunder #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Tear Asunder Series by Nashoda Rose
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Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
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According to Sculpt, all I had to do was look after a few minor injuries after the fight, and since I had my first aid certificate and volunteered at the hospital as well as with the school nurse, I was more than capable.

I asked him if I had to actually watch the fight and he’d shrugged and told me he didn’t give a shit what I did as long as I was there and could do the job.

The thought of watching the fight made my stomach curdle. Thankfully when I told Mars about the job, she totally freaked and insisted on coming with me.

Sculpt told me the location, time, and then a warning if I called the police about any of this, he’d deal with me.

I guessed what deal with me meant.

Killian I didn’t want to mess with, but Sculpt even less because he had the mystery factor. He showed up at school on his motorcycle looking the epitome of a bad boy, stuck to himself until the cafeteria fight with Killian that day, and then hung with the most feared guy at school.

But despite Sculpt’s quietness, it didn’t take long for the girls to latch onto him like bees to honey because he was really good looking and had that danger aspect about him. The difference between him and Killian was that Killian didn’t like the girls around him.

And even tonight, Sculpt had chicks around him and Killian didn’t, although they were certainly looking.

We were in a basement of an office building for the illegal fight, and Killian wasn’t paying attention to the girls staring at him. No, he was glaring at me.

Sculpt had a pretty blonde girl on his arm who I recognized from school, but didn’t know her name. She also glared at me.

I certainly didn’t feel welcome, but no chance in hell was I running even though my legs were already out the door.

A hundred dollars, Savvy. Dance classes.

Sculpt nudged Killian, and both guys looked to the right where a guy came out of the men’s washroom a few feet away, bouncing on his toes as he made his way to the ring.

He was huge and older. Much older. Maybe twenty-five and covered in tattoos. He was also ripped. Bulging arm muscles. Legs like tree trunks. And he wore a seriously pissed-off scowl. I also noticed he didn’t wear any boxing gloves, had just wrapped hands.

Holy shit, was Sculpt fighting this guy? “Umm, you don’t wear boxing gloves and a helmet or something?”

Sculpt snorted with a grin while shaking his head. He eyed Killian. “You might be right.”

Killian grunted.

God, what if he really got hurt and needed a doctor? I had my first aid certificate, but I wasn’t prepared for serious injuries, and that guy looked like he could do serious damage.

What had I gotten myself into? What if someone died? What if he was knocked out? Or broke bones?

“Fuck,” Killian muttered then grabbed my chin, thumb bruising, and forced me to meet his eyes. “Breathe.”

I inhaled a ragged breath.

“I warned you not to take the fuckin’ job,” he said between clenched teeth. He released my chin but remained close so his heated breath wafted across my face, smelling like mint and pine.

He had. And he was right. I didn’t like this. At all. But it was a hundred bucks for an hour of my life. A hundred bucks toward dance school.

“I’m fine,” I replied, straightening my spine.

“You’re not fuckin’ fine,” he growled.

“I am,” I argued.

“You hold your breath when you’re scared, and you get pale as fuck. You’re not fuckin’ fine.” Killian looked at Mars. “Make sure she doesn’t pass out.”

Lips firm, I glared. “I’m not going to….” I stopped because he was already moving away to talk to Sculpt.

“He looks good,” Killian remarked, his focus also on the tattooed monster. “Bulky.”

Sculpt nodded. “Yeah. I’ll drag it out. Get him moving and tired first.”

They continued talking about Sculpt’s opponent while I looked around. The place was packed with mostly guys, but there were some girls, and all appeared older than us. I guessed we were the youngest here.

A lot of money exchanged hands, and the noise was loud with a constant buzz of excitement. It was infectious and even though I wasn’t looking forward to witnessing my first fight, I couldn’t help but feel the vibe, too.

“You want to pay attention, so you don’t get killed,” Killian barked.

Mars tugged on my sleeve.

Killian stood in front of me again. Sculpt was gone.

“Sorry,” I replied.

“Stay in this spot. Don’t go wandering or talk to anyone,” he ordered.

“Can we bet?” Mars blurted.

“No!” he said, but his focus was still on me. “Do you understand, Savvy?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“You hear sirens, don’t fuckin’ run with the crowd. You’ll get trampled.” Sirens? He must have recognized my shocked expression because he said, “Fights are raided all the time. Not a big deal if you know what to do and don’t panic.”



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