Best Wedgies Novels & Stories

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She used to wear a necklace in a similar style. I raised my paddle without hesitation. "27,000!" "29,000!" I stared. Irina beamed at me with her paddle raised high, her eyes gleaming with provocation. The room seemed to hold its breath. "31,000," I called. Irina bit her lip, hesitating. Corbin lowered his head and whispered in her ear. She lifted her chin, confidence renewed. "35,000!" The bidding continued back and forth until the price reached 40,000 dollars. Even the auctioneer was visibly sweating. "40,000. Going once—"

She looked disturbingly calm, like she hadn’t just knocked three guys down. Alex swallowed hard. She was crazy—he could feel it now. Louis curled to the side, barely conscious, but still aware of the chaos around him. The girl stepped forward. Alex backed away slowly, fear creeping into his eyes as he noticed something stitched on the back of her jacket: #5 MMF. “Shit,” he muttered. She smiled. “More like bitch,” she taunted, stepping closer. “You’re one of the MMF fighters?” he asked, horrified. The MMF—Midnight Match Fighters—was an underground casino where people bet on street brawlers.