Wild Rider (Bad Boy Bikers Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
The crowd in Puteoli—and probably across the Empire—was always hungry for spectacle. Already today they had seen chariot races and an extended lion hunt, as well as a bestiarius fighting a wolf and boar chained to one another. His own fight was not for several more hours, but part of the arena tradition was to show gladiators before they fought. First, their bodies would be presented—row after row of rugged, ripped exemplars of masculinity, every man doing his best to be more impressive than the last. Even an ugly man stood a chance to be a crowd favorite if he worked hard enough on his body and skill. Caius was never the most handsome of men, but his face had a certain nobility to it, and that—combined with his martial ability and density of his muscle and bone—earned him many admirers from the crowd. Though of course the only admirer he ever cared about was Fabiana. The halls beneath the arena were emptier now. The beasts for the day had been used up and chopped apart, and all the prisoners condemned to death had been put to the sword.
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