Bad Boy Baby Daddy Read Online Free

again, and a red mist descended in front of my eyes.
    Fuck. I should’ve seen that coming.
    The anger did me no favors, because it gave Mac a second to lay a few hits on me too. I couldn’t see because he was moving so quickly, but I heard a loud crack as a hot burst of pain spread across my face, which told me that my nose was bleeding, possibly even broken. I didn’t let it bother me, though; that was just one of the side effects of this business.
    Seeing Riley Solis in the crowd of spectators had thrown me off my game, and I knew I needed to do something unless I wanted to end up completely humiliated, so I flailed my fists out too, just trying to defend myself. This may have looked like shit to the audience, but this moment wasn’t about them. This was about self-defense, about getting back the control. I couldn’t stand losing that, not even for a minute, or I’d lose.
    It took a few hits, but finally I found him, and as soon as I did, Mac grabbed me, dragging me down towards the ground. Before I hit the floor, I swung my arm backwards, which knocked him off me. This all happened quickly, but it felt like slow motion to me.
    I stood upwards slowly, knowing that the crowd would be going wild at this point. Now that I was all right again and back on top, I wanted this to be great for them. I couldn’t hear them, though. I couldn’t hear anyone. As soon as I centered in on the fight, everything else vanished. It had to in order for me to survive. The entire world had to become just me and whoever I was up against.
    Okay, Kaiden. Let’s fucking end this, I told myself.
    I spun quickly, propelling myself forward, and Mac and I started to fight in more of a technical style. The beauty of MMA was that it was mixed martial arts—you could do almost anything that you wanted. I’d been trained in boxing, jujitsu, karate, wrestling, taekwondo, judo…you name it, and I’d done it. Now, I was using that training to my advantage as I fought Mac. We grappled, we threw out strikes, we brawled, and we attacked each other from every possible angle, practically at the speed of light.
    I started to work out where Mac was going. He wanted to pin me and force me into submission—that was obviously his whole game plan. He was planning on forcing me into a corner so that submitting would be my only choice, but he could get fucked if he thought that was actually going to happen. He was going to be the one pinned to the ground, not me, and he would be the one giving in and submitting to me.
    I used the anger that he inspired within me to throw an even harder punch. I needed to knock him to the ground, and I needed to do it as soon as possible. As he started to tumble, I wrapped my arms around him and forced him onto his stomach. He may have been bigger than me, but that only made him hit the ground harder.
    His head smacked against the floor with a thump, and blood started to spurt from his nose in all directions, which was a good sign. It gave me the time I needed to pin him down while he was dazed and confused.
    He struggled beneath me, trying desperately to pull free, but I was kneeling on both of his arms, giving him very little to fight with. I pressed my knees in hard, putting him through agonizing pain, forcing him to do exactly what I wanted.
    “Fuck, I’m out…I’m out!” he finally yelled, sounding defeated as hell.
    A sharp whistle blasted and I jumped up victoriously. Noise burst back into my ears as the crowd cheered, and I paraded around, showboating and riding the high of a victorious round one. If the rest of the fight went as well as this one had, then I’d be one happy man.
    “Yeah!” I roared at the crowd. “Come on!”
    “Kaiden.” The firm tone of the referee brought me right back down to Earth with a thump. “Take it down a notch, man.”
    “Yes, mommy .” I grinned sarcastically before grabbing a towel and wiping the sweat and blood from my face.
    I grabbed the nearest bottle of water and sucked