Cage (Untamed Sons MC) Read Online Jessica Ames

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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)

The cage is where I feel most at home. There’s something about the thrill of the fight, of chasing an opponent around the ring that calms those demons inside me. At least until I found the club. I’m a patched brother now, no longer a prospect and with that comes responsibilities, loyalty too. For the first time in a long time I have a place in the world, one that doesn’t come with conditions. The Untamed Sons are my family. Brothers closer than blood, men I would fight and die for. I never expected to want anything outside of that world, until I met her. Carissa is everything I want and more, but she’s harbouring secrets, ones that put her in danger. Saving her will mean going up against a man I once considered blood too, but there’s no way I’m walking away from her. She’s mine and I’ll do whatever it takes to save her.

*Warning contains upsetting themes.




The cage is where I feel at home. There’s something about the atmosphere before a fight that puts me at ease, makes all the tension, all the pain in my chest loosen. Throwing punches means I can breathe and allows me to find my footing again on this unsteady terrain.

My opponent tonight is huge. Over six-foot-five with shoulders as wide as a truck and arms designed to crush. I’m not a small guy, but I’m nowhere near as built as he is. My body is athletic. Svelte. My black skin is stretched over muscles that have been honed from years of fighting. While I might not look like much to him, there’s a reason I’m a demon in the ring.

I tap my fingerless gloves together as I step into the cage, the roar of the crowd a distant sound in my ears. My only focus is on the man in front of me and how I’m going to destroy him. I channel all my anger, all my hurt into this moment, and it makes me strong. It makes me believe I can take on the world and win.

My brothers are here tonight. Standing ringside are Levi and Nox. Two of my brothers are always here when I fight. I don’t need a bodyguard. I’m the best underground cage fighter in the whole of the UK, but it makes me feel better having them at my back.

I never had that before the club, but now I have this huge family I don’t know what to do with them. I can’t help feeling Emil would have loved this lifestyle. He was always the more outgoing of us both.

I close my eyes briefly.

Emil is gone.

I refuse to accept it, but I know deep down that my brother is never coming back.

Two hands clamp around my face before dragging my attention down.

Hugh Mortimer.

My coach and a man who saved my life in more ways than I can count peers up at me. There’s no softness in his eyes. There never is. He wants the kill, and he doesn’t care how I get it. There are no rules in the cage. That doesn’t faze me because I’ve learnt over the years there are no rules outside it either.

“Is your fucking head in the game?” Hugh hisses at me.

He’s a small man with a rat-like face, beady eyes, and he wears a constant smirk that really pisses some of my brothers off. None of them like him, but Hugh has been with me since I was a kid. He was there when I was too young to be in the cage, pushing me, helping me to gain my financial freedom. My brothers think he had no right to shove me into fighting when I was just a kid, but they’re wrong. I wanted it as much as Hugh.

I needed it.

Hugh helped me. He gave me a life I could never have dreamed of.

“I’m ready,” I assure him.

I know why he’s nervous. There are big stakes on this fight. If I lose, a lot of people will be out a lot of money, including Hugh himself. He’s not supposed to bet on me, and if the Frasers find out he is, they’ll beat the shit out of him, but Hugh’s a man who walks on a knife’s edge.

I better win.

Hugh stares into my eyes as if testing the truth in my words, then nods. “You got this, kid.”

I do, so I nod and step around him as he heads out of the cage, leaving me to my fate.

I don’t clear my mind. Instead, I think of my brother, of what my father did to us as kids, and that fuels the fury racing through my veins. My lips tug into a snarl as I step up to my opponent, ready to do battle.

Jarrod Michaelson.

He’s an up-and-coming talent, huge, but not fast. I’ve seen him fight before, and he tires quickly. He’ll rely on hitting me as hard as he can each time to knock me down. I have to ensure that doesn’t happen.