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Beautiful Disaster (Beautiful, #1) by Jamie McGuire Read Online (FREE)

Beautiful Disaster (Beautiful, #1) by Jamie McGuire

Read Beautiful Disaster (Beautiful, #1) by Jamie McGuire full novel online for free here.


red flag

Everything in the room screamed that I didn’t belong. The stairs were crumbling, the

rowdy patrons were shoulder to shoulder, and the air was a medley of sweat, blood and

mold. Voices blurred as they yelled numbers and names back and forth, and arms flailed

about, exchanging money and gestures to communicate over the noise. I squeezed

through the crowd, following close behind my best friend.

“Keep your cash in your wallet, Abby!” America called to me. Her broad smile

gleamed even in the dim light.

“Stay close! It’ll get worse once it starts!” Shepley yelled over the noise. America

grabbed his hand, and then mine as Shepley led us through the sea of people.

The sharp bleating of a bull horn cut through the smoky air. The noise startled me, and

I jumped in reaction, looking for the source of the blast. A man stood on a wooden chair,

holding a wad of cash in one hand, the horn in the other. He held the plastic to his lips.

“Welcome to the blood bath! If you are looking for Economics one-oh-one…you are in

the wrong fucking place, my friend! If you seek The Circle, this is Mecca! My name is

Adam, I make the rules and I call the fight. Betting ends once the opponents are on the

floor. No touching the fighters, no assistance, no bet switching, and no encroachment of

the ring. If you break these rules, you will get the piss beat out of you and you will be

thrown out on your ass without your money! That includes you, ladies! So don’t use your

hoes to scam the system, boys!”

Shepley shook his head. “Jesus, Adam!” he yelled to the emcee over the noise, clearly

disapproving of his friend’s choice of words.

My heart pounded in my chest. With a pink cashmere cardigan and pearl earrings, I felt

like a school marm on the beaches of Normandy. I promised America that I could handle

whatever we happened upon, but at ground zero I felt the urge to grip her toothpick of an

arm with both hands. She wouldn’t put me in any danger, but being in a basement with

fifty or so drunken college boys intent on bloodshed and capital, I wasn’t exactly

confident of our chances to leave unscathed.

After America met Shepley at freshman orientation, she frequently accompanied him to

the secret fights held in different basements of Eastern University. Each event was held in a different spot, and kept secret until just an hour before the fight.

Because I ran in somewhat tamer circles, I was surprised to learn of an underground

world at Eastern; but Shepley knew about it before he had ever enrolled. Travis,

Shepley’s roommate and cousin, entered his first fight seven months before. As a

freshman, he was rumored to be the most lethal competitor Adam had seen in the three