Sucker Punch – Dark Why Choose Romance Read Online Alta Hensley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, M-M Romance Tags Authors:

Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)

Caught in the middle of three men who demand what they want, I soon discover that I am the one they’ll fight dirty to keep.

With my legacy on the brink of destruction, I enter the fight of my life, determined to do whatever it takes to hold on to what’s mine.

Sin, debauchery, body sweat all around me. Dangerous men want what I have inherited, and corruption suffocates the air I breathe. With no other option, I’m cast in a world of underground cage fighting full of violence for money.

But I’m an innocent girl completely out of my league.

Except, I’m not alone.

I have them.

This is their world.

Will they be my saviors? Or the masters of my ruin? The power of three to take me down, but they also have the power to build me back up… if they choose.

There’s Frankie, also known as Freakshow when he’s ready to fight. Unpredictable, dominating, and a brooding storm that intensifies with me in the room.

Bones is the one who truly sees me for the woman I am. He can break down my walls with little effort, and the man makes me weak in a world where I need to be strong.

Then there’s Lotto. He’s the protector, the leader. His eyes never leave me, and they never will. He’s watching. Always watching. But he awakes hidden demons I can’t resist.

To these men, I bring chaos, but in me they unleash something more…

Survival. Redemption. Dark desires.

Each one of them is different, but they each have something in common.

They all have an obsession…


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*Alta Hensley Spotify Playlist*

White Glove by Dove Cameron

Seven Nation Army by Stevie Howie

Death Lotto by ovg!, Groton

Kiss the Night by Two, POLETAY

American Horror Show by SNOW WIFE

Sticks and Stones by Cjbeards, Scarlett

Sick Thoughts by Lewis Blissett

Burn by 2WEI, Edda Hayes

Life Waster by CORPSE

Little Girl Gone by CHINCHILLA

Easy to Love by Bryce Savage

Castaway by Barns Courtney

Shimmy by MISSIO, Blackillac

Bite Marks by Ari Abdul

Chapter 1


Why the fuck was she wearing white to a cage fight?

The dress, though simple and innocent, was splattered with blood... my blood.

The crowd roared to life. They jeered and catcalled, but she paid them no mind. She simply raised one eyebrow at me, silently asking my nearly knocked-out ass if I was going to get up and fuck up the asshole who’d sucker punched me.

Blonde hair so white it almost shone with an angelic glow. Two braids hung down to her breasts, stark contrast to her crimson lips. An innocence about her except that her arms were covered in tattoos, and her eyes were heavily lined with black makeup. A paradox of good and bad... fucking stunning.

With a wicked grin, she took a step toward me with the confidence of a predator. Her crystal blue eyes were cold, unyielding, evaluating the man before her with dispassionate precision.

Somehow, through the haze of pain and exhaustion, I managed to focus on her face. With a roar from the crowd, I struggled to my feet, my muscles screaming in protest. The world spun around me, but I forced myself to stay upright, to keep my eyes locked on hers.

“Bones! Bones!” they chanted my name, but everything except the pretty blonde blurred around me.

The crowd erupted into a frenzy, hands clapping and arms flailing, a sea of bodies moving in unison. Colors blurred as flashing lights from cell phones and cameras illuminated the ecstatic faces in the dark warehouse.

I barreled into the asshole who had punched me, knocking him to the ground, splattering my blood, and his, on the bystanders below. My fists connected with his face, over and over again, each punch fueled by a burning rage that I only possessed right before I finished a fight. I was winning now. I knew it.

Fuck yeah, I knew it.

The crowd’s cheers echoed in my ears, a symphony of victory and adrenaline.

I fought with renewed vigor. And all the while, my pretty, bloody angel stood at a distance from the mayhem, watching me with a small smile. She was my motivation, my driving force. With each punch I threw, I felt the crowd’s energy surge. Their cheers fueled me, but it was her smile that kept me going. The way her eyes sparkled with pride and admiration, it was intoxicating.

With a final, crushing blow, my opponent crumpled beneath me, unconscious. The crowd erupted into a frenzy, but I only had eyes for her. Panting and drenched in sweat, I had never wanted to meet a stranger in my life as much as I wanted to meet her.

The crowd continued to cheer, but their voices faded into the background as I exited the cage, ignoring all the cash being exchanged, only to see her in the distance, too many bodies between us to reach her instantly.

She winked at me, a playful glint in her eyes, before disappearing into the crowd.

“You’re a fucking mess,” my friend and manager, Lotto, said as he approached with a white towel. “I thought you were out with that right hook of his.”

I took the towel and held it to the gash right above my eye that was gushing most of the blood. The other wounds I had were surface. “Did you see that blonde who stood on the south side of the cage? Long braids, all-white dress. Tats on her arms. Fucking beautiful.”

Lotto chuckled, snatched the towel out of my hand, and dabbed at the cut himself. “You’re crazy, you know that? You just won a brutal cage fight and you’re worrying about fucking some girl.”

“I’d share,” I said with a smirk.

“Damn straight you will,” he agreed with his charming and mischievous grin as he seemed satisfied the wound no longer needed his constant attention. He then handed me the towel to wipe the rest of the blood out of my eyes myself.

“I’m going to go collect our money,” Lotto said before turning and disappearing into the madness of bodies that crowded around.

Determined to find my angel, I pushed my way through the throng. The crowd was a whirlwind of sweat, blood, and booze I shoved aside using my busted knuckles.

As I rounded the corner, I glimpsed her talking to a fighter I knew as Freakshow.

I saw red.

I didn’t want her talking to anyone but me and strode purposefully toward them, my body still humming with adrenaline from the fight.

Luckily for Freakshow, their conversation ended, and he left her before I could reach them. Or maybe lucky for me. He wasn’t a man to mess with, and I wasn’t in any condition to fight again. Blood blurred my vision, and the sting told me I most likely needed stitches. But I had one goal in mind.