Chapter 211

Butch stared down at me with a vile grin while Viviane, two mats over, swung a half-hearted punch at her practice partner—her partner basically let herself serve as a punching bag. Viviane watched us, evil delight glinting in her eyes.

 So this was her way of keeping her nasty little hands clean—attack me indirectly by using her damn groupies. I doubt Sideburns would care. In fact, she probably set this up right down to making sure we were all in the same class.

“Peep, right, like Peeping Tom?” Butch asked mockingly. By the hungry look in her eye, I’d soon be a dish on her plate.

“Why not? I like Peeping Tom. He’s got the balls to dig his nose in where it doesn’t belong. And are you Butch, like a dude?” I asked with a smile.

A few chuckles rose around us. Not all students were on the mats, and not all of them were fans of Viviane and her goons.

Butch’s face turned purple with anger. Not everyone could take a joke like me. “You won’t have a smart mouth after I’m done with you.”

“Is that so, Butch?” I asked and wiggled a finger at her. “Can’t wait.”

She swung her fist at me, and I ducked instinctively. She advanced on me and swung her arms again and again, taking advantage of her far reach and long limbs. For a big girl, her speed was impressive. I bet she practiced a lot in the boxing ring.

I kept dodging her heavy punches, left and right, dancing slightly back. Her fists flew by my ears several times. I let her display her moves, then I found an opening, twisting and darting behind her, and kicked her knee. She didn’t go down, not as I’d expected. Fuck, Butch was strong. She elbowed backward toward my throat and slammed into the soft, vulnerable part.

It took me second to realize that she’d let me kick her so she could elbow me. Pain choked me, and I doubled over. I dropped to my knees and fell over, curling into a ball. My hand grabbed my throat, trying to soothe the hurt.

“Weakling!” Butch shouted. “Who’s your daddy now?”

What did this have to do with my daddy? I didn’t even know who he was.

It was against the rules to kick an opponent who was down, but it wasn’t against  the rules for her to place a foot hard against my body to claim victory. She twisted her heal into my gut, grinding into my skin while cheering.

Fuck Butch.

With both hands, I gripped her ankle and twisted hard until her body began to fall. She couldn’t stop the momentum and slammed into the mat

 face first. I leapt up and hauled her along the mat, surprised by my own strength. But then I was getting stronger every day without the hostile spells and drugs in my system.

I gave her a good kick in the back before I slammed her down again. My boot followed and pressed into her mouth, proving who the meaner bitch was.