My Fiancee's Vengeance

lt different, heavy. This was my 100th matchup against Wesley Johns, and

on my arm just before I entered

w and urgent. "Just this once. Let him

was watching us from across the arena. He had that smirk on his face, the o

ice flat. I couldn'

like I' d burned her. "Y

he bull. I ran my hand over the bull rope, checking the grip,

nds were a blur of raw power, a violent dance I knew by heart. I was in cont

ne I' d just c

off. I hit the dirt hard, and a white-hot pain shot through

ayed on for the full eight seconds. The buz

shed into the arena. But she didn't come to me. She ran straig

rodeo elite, swarmed them. I could h

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anniversary event was a custom saddle, a masterpiece of leather and silver I' d be

me, my leg twisted at an

?" she asked, her voice bright

in my ankle a roaring fire. I limped past the paramedics who were

iron, still hot from being used in the openi

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the pristine leather seat, searing a l