Asher POVMy name’s Asher Voss. Twenty-eight, two hundred and ten pounds of scarred muscle, and the undisputed bastard of the Black Veil circuit for three straight years. Nobody touched me in the ring, nobody got close enough outside it either.I liked it that way kept the hunger sharp, the rage clean.Tonight felt different, my skin itched under the tape on my knuckles, the crowd above us roared like animals in heat, stomping the metal grating until the whole basement shook. I could feel every vibration in my teeth. I yanked my hoodie off, letting the cold air hit the sweat already beading on my chest, my cock hung heavy in my shorts, half-hard from the adrenaline, the way it always did before a fight, nothing sexual, just the body reacting to the promise of violence.Then the door slammed open and he walked in,Maddox Kane!Six-four, easy, shoulders wide enough to block the doorway, arms sleeved in black ink that crawled up his neck like they wanted to choke him. Short-cropped black
Last Updated : 2026-03-04
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