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And the energy the others down here fed him would lead to his demise.
The VP snickered and sauntered over to a long table. There, he sat on the top and grabbed his beer, tossing back what remained. I stalked after him, fishing the large coin out of my jeans front pocket.
I slapped my hand down on the table next to him, picking it up to reveal my military challenge coin.
Sas glanced down. “The fuck is that?”
“A sign of honor. A challenge. If you can earn it, I’ll give you the history lesson later.” No civilian punk like him would know what it was. But men worth their salt lived and died by the challenge coin. It normally meant buying a round of drinks, but right now, I was picking a fight.
“A challenge to what?” snapped Sas.
“The ring.” I bent my head toward him and whispered, “Bitch.”
He jerked back like I had slapped him, fury in his eyes. His lips peeled back, revealing his teeth. “Ghost!”
A prospect appeared at his side. “Yeah, Veep?”
But I didn’t take my eyes off Sas.
“Gloves,” the vice president ordered, and the prospect toddled off to do his bidding.
To me, Sas growled, “Get your ass in the ring.”
I pocketed my coin. “My honor.”
Stepping away from him, I tugged off my leather vest. The other MC members had gobbled up Sas, peeling off his cut too.
Someone I didn’t know came over to me with gloves and tape. As he taped up my hands, I didn’t bother to look him over, just kept my attention focused on my target.
They wrapped and gloved Sas’s hands and pumped him up like he was Rocky Balboa or something.
I tightened the bands on my wrists and stepped between the ropes as Sas was still being pampered. He clearly had the respect of several of the prospects, but that was just proof that these fuckers needed a reality check.
Sas pushed down the top rope and stepped over at an awkward angle. He’d shed his cut and T-shirt, and when he rose, he clenched enough to make his pec jump. Without his jacket hanging off his body, he was lean. Too thin for his own good. While he had muscles, they weren’t bulky like mine.
We stood in opposite corners of the ring. I stretched my body and threw a few air punches, warming up. Sas only smiled at me, like this was all a game.
“Too soon for that smile,” I said.
“Why? Freak you out?” asked Sas, running a thumb over his lower lip.
“Nah, just shows me where to aim.” I smirked. “I can’t decide how you’ll look without teeth.”
Sas snorted. “You think too highly of yourself. Must be a Mafia thing.”
“At least we’re smarter than to get into debt with the cartel.”
That wiped the grin off his face, and he snarled.
“You have the resources to pay it,” I said in a low tone.
“And be in debt to your family? I think not.”
“Don’t be stupid.”
Sas threw a punch, and I ducked under his arm.
“You got reach, but it’s not trained.” I danced away on the balls of my feet.
