UNBROKEN: A Bad Boy MMA Romance (Midwest Alphas) (Book 2) by Tabatha Kiss Page A

easily replaceable.
    I scan the group again, my eyes falling on their faces, nearly each one freshly bruised, but smiling. “Devlin has a mean hook,” I state, recalling the way it whacked Greg’s face. “And the way he dodged that kick was impressive…”
    “Not hard on the eyes either…” Amy says with a raised brow, her tongue spreading across her lips for a brief second.
    “Excuse me… Tobias?”
    We look over to find see one of them wandering over to Tobias. I quickly glance at my notes on the clipboard to recall his name. Short, dirty blond hair. Red shirt. Must be Kris.
    “I’m sorry to bother you, sir,” he continues, clearing his throat, “but would you do me honor of punching me in the face?”
    “What?” Tobias asks, his face contorted with confusion.
    “You’re the Alpha ,” Kris says, his voice full of wonder. “It would just make my day.”
    I grin, fighting to hold back my laughter as Tobias’ eyes look around. “You want me to hit you…” he says slowly.
    “Yes, sir.”
    Tobias sighs, but I notice the fingers of his fist curling in. I bite my lip as that rush of warmth attacks between my thighs. It’s been so long since I’ve seen him hit anything other than a quick demonstration at the punching bag. “You sure?” he asks Kris, shifting his feet into a fighting stance.
    “Absolutely!”
    His enthusiasm draws the eyes of everyone else in the room. Tobias glances around, his eyes sweeping towards mine, before he finally chuckles. “Okay…”
    Kris bounces on his toes and shakes out his body, preparing for the hit with a long grin on his lips. “Yes, yes…” he says. “I’m ready.”
    Tobias shakes his head as he settles into his classic fighting pose. He raises his hands up to protect his face, an old habit I don’t think he’ll ever break. Kris leans forward, exposing his mug to him, and closes his eyes as Tobias draws back his right fist.
    I draw in a breath, refusing to blink and miss it. My mouth waters, my toes tingle. I wait for that satisfying smack of knuckles against skin, my body quivering with delight.
    His fist connects with Kris’ eye and he snaps it back into place before Kris’ knees buckle and he tumbles to the floor below them. The other guys wince, each one of them feeling the blow for themselves in their heads, before issuing a short round of applause. Kris writhes on the dirty floor with his hand hovering over his right eye, his moans of pain morphing into a pleasing bit of laughter.
    “You all right?” Tobias asks, stepping forward with his hand extended out.
    “That… was… awesome ,” Kris says. He takes Tobias’ hand and he easily lifts him off the floor. I see his eye beneath the flickering lights above. A brand new bruise is forming, leaving his skin pink and red. “Thank you!”
    Tobias pats the kid’s shoulder. “No problem…” he mutters with an awkward voice. I chuckle softly, drawing his eyes in my direction. I don’t think Tobias ever imagined he’d become so popular. He never fought for the underground fame and glory that’s promised when you join the Midwest Alphas. He had other, more important, reasons for throwing those punches, but no one else knew that. To them, he’s Tobias the Untouchable — the man that took a shiv to the side and still won.
    “So…” Amy says, stepping into my eye line to block my view of Tobias. “Who else?”
    “Umm…” I pause, unable to remember what I was doing. My attentions are stuck, trapped on Tobias as he fields more questions from the enamored Kris. A few more of them gather around them to listen in. “I, uhh—”
    “Oh, for god’s sake, you can hump him later,” Amy scolds me and snaps her fingers three times in front of my face. “I need names.”
    I close my eyes to concentrate my focus. “Right…” I mutter. “Devlin seems like a good choice.”
    She nods. “I agree.”
    “And I’d like to see more of Levi…”
    Amy hums to herself, her own eyes scanning the