Defiant

Sara Cate

Contents ( 79)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Epilogue

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Chapter One

Rafe

I'll give him this much, he's got a right hook that could knock my ass straight into next week. Which is exactly why I can't let him get that punch in. He's strong, but he's not very fast. Luckily for me, I'm a little bit of both.

Just as he comes in for a left, then a right, I move fast enough to miss his throws and use my momentum to sack a punch right into his jaw. I feel a shift under my fist right as it lands against his face. It's probably nothing, just a little crack in the hinge, but I bet it hurt like a mother fucker.

The pain makes him hesitate long enough for me to land another one on the other side. The crowd around us goes nuts. It’s loud enough to distract me from the howling in my knuckles.

“Fuckin’ pig,” he growls before he comes in for another slow swing, which I block, and it brings him close enough to let me drive my fist into his rib cage. He stumbles, and this time I know I probably fractured something. And it feels fucking good.

I don’t always want to hurt the guys I fight, but this one is a real piece of shit, so I take my pleasure where I can. He owns the strip club, the seedier one near the outskirts of town, and I’ve heard more than once that he’s abusing his girls and making them work a little too hard for their money. Of course, none of them will come forward, and I can’t get enough proof to shut him down. Until I do, cracking his ribs and breaking his nose is a goddamn delight.

He’s only up long enough for me to bring a hard left across his cheekbone. Then he crumbles to the pavement like wet mud. The guys around me celebrate, and I know it’s because they all just made some money on me. The few who bet against me stomp away cursing my name, but I have to turn a blind eye to that shit.