The Pantsless Escape
With his rear split and aching, Evan's performance collapsed.
Every movement sent a savage pulse through him, like he'd smuggled a lump of molten iron where no man ever should. Dignity? Gone. Comfort? A myth.
His breathing grew ragged.
His movements slowed.
And when more than thirty elite bodyguards closed in around him—
For the first time tonight, the goddess of victory chose someone else.
He still fought like a wounded beast.
He knocked one man down with a backfist.
Elbowed another in the throat.
Kicked a third so hard the man spun sideways.
But his balance was off.
His lower body screamed in protest every time he twisted.
A baton slammed into his shoulder.
A knee struck his ribs.
A fist caught his jaw.
Then three men tackled him at once.
He staggered.
Five more piled in.
This time—
The Obsidian King was pinned to the ground and beaten.
Fists rained down.
Boots hammered into him.
"Hold him!"
"Don't let him get up!"
"Hit harder!"
