Doomsday Love Read Online Shanora Williams

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, New Adult, Romance, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
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And, yet, I pretended not to be bothered by her bizarre, doe-eyed stare.

I pumped my free fist in the air, making the crowd chant louder, making them scream my name. A cocky bastard I was, but I didn’t give a fuck.

This was my night. This was a big fight. I was fucking unstoppable and no one was about to kill that vibe. Not even sweet, innocent Jenny.

I looked her way again, a sly smile on my lips—an “I told you so” kind of smirk. She hated it. She grimaced, eyebrows drawn together, lips pinched tight. Good. Maybe she hated me now. Maybe she would finally leave me the fuck alone.

She saw all the proof she needed—enough to be done with me forever. See that I was not what she thought I was. I wasn’t good or kind. That shit didn’t fit me.

I was a monster. Brutal and mean and angry. I demolished these fighters, crushing bones, destroying faces, ripping skin. Dropping motherfuckers like dead flies.

The ref dropped my arm, pulling my line of sight away from Jenny’s when he asked me about the gash dripping blood from my knuckles. When he told me I was good to go, I looked back to see her again.

Only she wasn’t there anymore.

She and Kylie were gone.

Chapter 10

Jenny

It was hot and sweaty

Thick and ugly.

I hated it here already.

We weren’t even two minutes in and were already getting catcalled.

“Woo-wee! Look at that ass up in that silver dress!”

“Hey, girl, with the red on! You got some nice fucking tits!”

That remark was meant for me. I rolled my eyes. Of course, Kylie loved it. She loved attention. It didn’t matter if the guy was missing teeth or scrubbed toilets for a living. She was okay with it as long as they didn’t touch her.

Kylie pushed through the crowd, my clammy hand gripped in hers. We were on the hunt for her cousin Manny. “Remind me why I agreed to this?” I hollered into her ear, but my voice couldn’t cut through the booming music or cacophony of voices.

God, it was loud. Most of the people around were men. There were a few women, dressed in half-shirts, tight shorts, or leather pants…all with their G-strings showing. All of them scowled at us, and as we passed Kylie gave them a smug look.

They were jealous—most likely because we were headed straight for VIP and were definitely going to get in. Even if Kylie didn’t have Manny securing the section, we could have gotten by with a free flirt and bat of the eyelashes. Maybe a swish of the hips.

Men were ridiculous that way.

“You’re here because you want to see your lover boy,” Kylie said over her shoulder. I guess she did hear me. A tall man bumped my shoulder and Kylie hollered for him to watch it. I sighed, fed up with the shoulder-to shoulder crowd. Kylie took notice of my annoyance and paused for a second. Facing me and gripping my shoulders, she said, “Come on, Jen. Cheer up. Once we get to VIP we’ll be okay.”

I nodded. There was a spark in her eyes. She really wanted to see Oscar. I couldn’t blame her, because I really wanted to see Drake, but I hated that it had to be here. Kylie practically bounced on her toes in her silvery halter-top dress, grabbing my hand and rushing for a tall guy with a thick beard. He had wavy hair that flipped out behind his ears. His glare was dark and kind of scary, but I could tell it was only for show. His arms were folded, but when he spotted Kylie and I rushing in his direction he laughed, opening his arms for his baby cousin.

I’d never met Manny before. Kylie said he worked a lot, day and night. Mostly here at the Dirty Dawg Pit and part-time as a cook at a breakfast restaurant uptown. He had a tired face, but strong features just like Kylie. The Millers’ had really sharp noses, beautifully sculpted lips, bright eyes, and dark hair that gave them a mysterious look.

That’s why no one could keep their eyes off Kylie. She was stunning, and surprisingly she didn’t like to agree. She considered herself the average girl. Psshh. Trust me. She was far from it.

Kylie released my hand to hug Manny. I scuttled behind her, keeping close for fear of losing her. She was quick, and the crowd was thickening. The Dirty Dawg Pit was below ground.

It took three flights of steps just to get down to the dank cellar level. With every flight of steps it kept getting darker and darker, and we ended up practically in blackness. The only light came from the few lights above the distant cage.

Oxygen was very limited. Sweat and grease was thick in the air and it coated my lungs, nearly suffocating me.


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