UNBROKEN: A Bad Boy MMA Romance (Midwest Alphas) (Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

bead of pure sweat travels down his chin. “You’re just here to watch?” he parrots back.
    “Yes, sir,” Amy replies. “Just go on about your business as usual. I’ll come to you if we need anything.”
    He eyes us both with suspicion. “You with the government or something?”
    “Does the government have reason to be here?” she asks.
    “No,” he answers quickly.
    “We’re just two ladies in the market for a bit of muscle.” Amy rolls her hand into a fist and playfully taps it against his bulging bicep.
    “And who’s that?” he asks, gesturing behind us with his eyes.
    Amy casts a quick glance over her shoulder at Tobias. “Oh. Him?” She waves a hand. “Pay no attention to him.”
    The man sighs. “Let me guess…” he mutters. “You’re one of those Dames ?”
    I feel Tobias take a quick step closer to me.
    Amy raises an eyebrow. “What Dames?” she asks.
    “Look, a word of advice —” he leans in closer, “move on to the next town.”
    “And why would I do that?” Amy asks.
    He twists his forearm to expose his wrist to us. “Because the Kings own the fighters here,” he says. I glance down and see the golden crown inked into his skin above the veins with the letters “XX” written on the crown’s rim.
    Amy scoffs. “Since when?”
    “They catch an Alpha girl lingering around and…” He pauses for effect. “Let’s just say she won’t be making it home for dinner.”
    “Kings?” I ask.
    “The Double Ex Kings, I’d wager…” Amy mutters at me. She clears her throat and reaches into her bra to pull out one of her black business cards. “Well, just in case, if you and your boys feel like competing in a real tournament, go ahead and give me a call.” She slips the card into his hand and spins around. “Let’s go,” she tells me.
    “Ma’am—” We pause and the man bridges the gap between us. He takes the card and slides it back into her bra. His fingers linger against her cleavage and Amy’s lips twitch with delight. “Get out of town,” he growls, his dark eyes bouncing between us. “Do it now.”
    I look to the faces of the other fighters, suddenly realizing that the room has gone completely silent. All eyes stare us down.
    Tobias’ fingers slowly grip my arm and I notice his other hand clenching Amy as well. “Sorry to have bothered you all,” he says with a firm voice. “We won’t do it again.”
    Amy scoffs, but reluctantly follows Tobias’ motion. “Double Ex Kings,” she mocks with rolling eyes. “What a bunch of—”
    “Amy,” Tobias scolds her and she falls silent before pushing open the entrance and stepping outside.
    Amy’s heels tap loudly against the pavement as we walk across the parking lot.
    “Who are the Double Ex Kings?” I ask.
    “A rival fighting tournament,” she answers.
    “There are other tournaments?”
    “Yeah, but the Midwest Alphas is the only one that matters,” she quips as she slides her pink sunglasses over her nose.
    “I’m pretty sure the Kings say that about themselves, too,” Tobias chuckles.
    Amy stares at him. “I think having you around is interfering with my mojo,” she says. “Next time, you can wait in the car.”
    “Or maybe we should just stay out of King territory,” he says.
    “Fucking Kings… ” she bites. “They spread farther north every year.”
    “Excuse me—”
    The three of us turn around as a man in a black tank top stops short of the car. Tobias steps between us with his hands rolled into fists.
    “Whoa—” The man holds up his hands and offers a smile. “I just wanted to chat.”
    I look him up and down. He’s a few inches taller than myself, making him shorter than the average male, but he makes up for it with a thick, powerful torso. His brown hair is tattered with sweat and his fists are covered with thin, black gloves. I recognize him as one of the fighters inside the boxing gym.
    “What do you want?” Amy asks, clearly done with this town and everyone in