Devious Vow by Jagger Cole EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Jagger Cole
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ALISTAIR
THE FIRST PUNcH always hurts the most.
No matter how ready you are, how much you brace for it, or how far in
advance you see the swing coming. When it connects, when Peytor’s fist
slams broadside into my jaw? It hurts like a motherfucker.
But after that?
I blink away stars, staggering back and allowing the numbness to creep over
me as the crowd roars.
After that, you adjust. The numbness becomes your ally. The pain helps you
focus. The smug look on your opponent’s face motivates you to recalibrate
and slow down time, until you can see the path forward to victory, marked
out clear as day.
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Which I do. Instantly.
Feign left hook. Block his haymaker. Right fist to ribs, knocking out his
breath. Dodge the wild counterattack. Left forearm to right ear, temporarily
stunning him. Use his confusion to hit his ribs again, cracking the ones
already weakened from the first hit. Break nose. Left hook to temple. Right
to jaw. Finish with right uppercut.
This is my zone, shaking off that first blow and relishing the look of
triumph on an unsuspecting opponent’s face. This is where I see the exact
roadmap to victory—clear as IKEA instructions in neon letters hanging in
the air in front of my face.
I’m the same in court. Let the opposition draw first blood; garner the first
nod of approval from the judge, or the first emotional response from the
jury. Allow them to sit back, pleased with themselves.
Then comes my counter, followed by the next, and the next, until finally
comes the glee of watching the smug look fade from their faces as I shred
them under the blind gaze of justice.
But for now, in the dirty, grimy boxing ring in the middle of the old liquor
distribution warehouse in Bushwick, I restrain myself. Again, the
instructions for how to obliterate Peytor, my opponent this match, are
almost literally glowing in the air between us.
However, this match has a lot of interest. And with interest come big bets
and wads of cash being waved around.
…Also, I may or may not, via a friend, have put down a sizable “wager”
with the on-site bookies on Peytor getting me to the ground in the first
round.
Of course, I also put big money on me knocking Peytor the fuck out in that
same first round.
I’m not taking a dive for the money. That’s not why I bet on shit like this.
It’s the rush. The thrill of the coin toss. The uncertainty. Or, as Taylor and
my brother are all too eager to point out, there’s a chance I’m more of a
degenerate gambler than I’d care to admit. But to that, your honor, I call
bias, hearsay, and leading the witness.
So, that all said, I don’t immediately mount my counter-assault. I allow
Peytor to edge in on me. Which, admittedly, is a shit idea when you’re
fighting six-foot-four and two-hundred-fifty-pounds-of-borscht-and-vodkafed Russian Bratva muscle.
But really, none of this is being left up to chance. I’m ready, even as I shake
off the first hit.
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