All Chapters of Get In The Ring, Daddy.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

🦪 DALE LAZARUS 🦪Footsteps move closer to me, and I slam my eyes shut, still trying to figure out my exact location or trace the voice to the owner. One thing is for sure: there is indeed a stutter in my brain.“You ever wonder why your room clock skips five minutes every time you blink? Or why does people’s voice sound like it’s coming from under the swimming pool? It’s not the adrenaline,” the voice continues, and I heighten my senses.“Look at your hands. They aren’t shaking because you’re tired; they are shaking because the ‘you’ in there is losing its grip on the controls. You’re not just ‘taking hits’ anymore. Every time your head snaps back, a piece of your childhood, a memory of your loved ones, a bit of your basic math, it just… leaks out. You aren’t just tired, you’re resetting. Your brain is turning into a bowl of gray static, and the scary part? You won't even remember I told you this in ten minutes.”“Samuel?” I mutter, blurry picture of the hospital slowly sinking back

🦪 LAZARUS 🦪I was as still as a rock, watching Dora in the basement struggle because of me, I just stood there, not knowing how to act. I was afraid that if I took my eyes off her, she’d catch on. See the guilt on my face.So I kept a straight face, an unreadable expression, knowing deep down I was sinking. I couldn’t even dare to comfort her, knowing I’m the very source and foundation of her pain.She never wanted to live this kind of life, but here she is, training so hard to avenge a life I took. Maybe I should have been the one who died in that ring. She’ll probably be happy with her father; she might miss me for a while, but she would be over it by now. It wouldn’t ruin her this much.My phone beeps, kicking me out of my thought, and I snatch it from beside me. It was an email from Samuel, just like he said he would. The subject: Brain scan result summary.I inhale and exhale sharply before clicking on the email, “CTE-MND: in CTE, you might remain physically capable for a long

🦪 DORA 🦪My opponent doesn’t rush towards me like my first fight; he seems to know it’d take only a time equal to saying ‘algebra’ to crush me.“Think, Dora,” I say to myself, my mind clouded with the threat in front of me. “There should be a way.”I try to focus, think of a way, but the only thing that rings in my head is, ‘Today is the day you meet your father.’With my heart jerking back and forth, an idea finally lit up in my head.The ground. I have to get his feet to touch the ground outside of this ring, and then he’d be shot.But how do I get someone as big as a skyscraper tree down? Merely imagining carrying him and flinging him to the ground is heavy in my thoughts, I doubt I can lift one arm. Maybe I should have trained my muscles rather than stabbing into the neck of a stupid wooden human figure.I twist my head to the side. Hold on, I stall for time. When he becomes impatient, he’ll follow me anywhere, and then I take him to the ground.A very foolish plan, but it’s th

🦪 DORA 🦪All I can focus on is the way Dale’s jaw clenches as he parks the car. The engine cut off with a quiet sigh, leaving only the sound of our ragged breathing filling the confined space. I have been watching him the entire drive, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel, the way his thigh muscles flexed every time he shifted gears, the dark hunger in his eyes whenever he glanced my way.Then, without warning, Dale kicks his door open.The sharp crack of metal against metal echoes through the empty parking lot, the sound violent and final. My pulse jumps, my breath hitching as I watch him step out, his broad shoulders rolling with purpose.By the time he reaches my side of the car, my skin is already flushed, my body thrumming with anticipation. The cool night air does nothing to temper the heat pooling between my thighs. He yanks my door open, the hinge groaning in protest, and then he is looming over me, his scent, leather, spice, and something uniquely him filling my

🦪 DORA 🦪The warmth of his body still lingers against my skin, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex, my own breath coming in slow, satisfied waves. My limbs feel heavy, boneless, like I’ve been melted into the couch beneath me.The afterglow hums through my veins, a lazy, contented pulse between my thighs where he’d just been, rough, relentless, perfect. I don’t even realize I’m smiling until his fingers tighten around my wrist, yanking me back into the moment with a sharpness that makes my stomach tumble.Then he moves.One second, I’m sprawled on my back, limbs loose and pliant, the next, the world tilts violently as Dale’s hands clamp around my waist and flip me onto my stomach with a force that knocks the breath from my lungs. The couch cushions press against my cheek, the fabric rough against my skin, and before I can even gasp, his palm slams down between my shoulder blades, pinning me in place. His weight looms over me, a solid, unyielding presence, and I can feel th