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I can only shake my head and try to focus back on the fight as I shuffle my feet on the gravel of the parking lot. My boots are covered in dirt and dust since they are easier to move around in when I’m fighting Lug.
Why does it have to be Lug of all my club brothers? The guy is a fucking giant with a meat-hammer fist. I wince, already knowing I’m going to be covered in bruises by the end of the night. Shaking my head, I glance around and notice the parking lot is now packed with my brothers in arms, all huddled around rusty bins burning with fire to see into the night as a circle starts to form around the makeshift fighting ring.
It’s just a bunch of them standing around in the gravel parking lot at the compound, drinking beers and cheering on with blood lust for fight night.
Cracking my neck side to side, I walk towards the middle of the circle, clapping club members on the shoulders in greeting as they cheer in a chant of my name.
“Dalton.”
“Knock his fucking teeth out, Prez.”
“Hell’s Devils, Prez.”
I need this. Fuck. We all need this tonight to blow off some steam. Pops always said that there will always be someone out to get you; see you knocked down off your throne. Sometimes you have to let go every once in a while, or you’ll just do the same thing every day until you're six feet under. What did you really live for?
I miss my old man, but I know he’s watching over me and drinking a beer as he cheers for me to beat the shit out of someone to let off steam.
I stop at the edge of the makeshift ring, the shadows of the bonfires casting a glow over all of us. We look sinister and dangerous, as if the club belongs in the night. Already, my chest is coated in sweat from the heat of California night, burning barrels of fire, and my club brothers gathered around in black leather vests as they stomp their feet in anticipation.
“You know the rules. Anything goes, but killing is off the table, gentlemen. Hell’s Devils fight with honor and bloodshed!” Axel shouts off to the side with glee at the attention and waits for everyone to shut the fuck up as they cheer loudly. “Our Prez will be fighting none other than Lug! May his big fists not end up killing you, and his monster cock doesn’t end up pinning you down in a chokehold.”
Everyone laughs as I roll my eyes, yet still grinning until my lips turn down as Lug steps out behind some of the guys and strides cockily into the middle of the circle with his fists in the air. He fucking towers over all of us, huge and stacked with muscles that have muscles until it looks like he’ll pop if he flexes.
I’m not a little guy, being over six foot four and having bulging muscles of my own, but goddamn, Lug had to hail from giants in a past life.
I do have speed and focus, something that’s been programmed into me at a young age as my pops trained me. I don’t charge into a fight. I assess and watch every movement and twitch of my opponent until I know their weaknesses. That’s one thing Lug doesn’t have. He counts on his weight and charges his headfirst, always without thinking.
I’m not really worried; it’s just going to suck when one ofthose meat fists knocks into me. Taking a deep inhale until it feels like my lungs will bust, I exhale loudly and look around until I spot her.
My little bitch. Princess.
Logan and Dom are on the other far edge of the crowd, farther back from everyone else, and my club brothers respect them enough to give them breathing room. My brows furrow in puzzlement and worry as I notice Tillie huddled into Dom’s side as she grips Logan’s fist like a lifeline. She looks pale and dead on her feet, although she still offers me a small smile when she catches me looking at her. It’s almost a grimace, and her lip trembles before she bites it. I start towards her with purposeful steps but stop as she shakes her head no and nods over to Lug, who’s waiting for the signal to start the fight.
I arch a brow, confused and concerned for my princess. Still, I do as she silently says because she’s giving me one nasty glare that kind of impresses me and makes me want to shove my cock into her tight pussy until that blissed-out, tortured expression overcomes her face every time she orgasms. Something’s happened, but she doesn’t want me to step out of the ring. Maybe she just needs to think, because she’ll know I’ll demand to know what’s wrong with her until she gives in. I’m relentless like that. Especially when I’m worried.
I shake out my fists and try to concentrate on the fight as I look away from my girl. Lug’s beady black eyes are narrowed at me as he cracks his knuckles and dances on his feet in a warm-up.
“Let’s watch these two pound each other with their fists until blood flows from open wounds and soaks our grounds. Now, hurry the fuck up so I can drown in pussy afterwards. Begin!” Axel shouts, moving out of the way from the middleof the circle as my brothers yell for blood like a pack of animals on the sidelines.
As I predicted, Lug charges headfirst without hesitation and aims low towards my stomach. I brace my feet and tense my muscles as his shoulder collides with my torso, trying to knock me to the ground with his body weight. I’m ready for him, my body absorbing the impact with a grunt as I slide across the asphalt on the balls of my feet.
Without wasting time, I go for his exposed sides with my fists repeatedly and wrap my arms around his waist as we skid to a stop. Muscles straining and sweat already coating every inch of my body, I make sure to have a tight grip on him and lift with a heavy grunt as I tip us backwards. I move at the last second, making sure he is flipped over my shoulder and doesn’t land on top of me as I twist to the side while rolling back to my feet. He flies over my shoulder, landing with a thud and a painful exhale. I crack my neck side to side, jogging in place as I wait for him to slowly climb to his feet. He’s hunched over and cradling his arm to his side as he glares at me.
“If you call for mercy, I’ll happily let you walk away still conscious,” I offer, grinning cockily to get a rise out of him and chuckling when someone says ‘Oh snap’from somewhere in the crowd.
Rather than calling it quits, Lug charges forward like an angry bull with a yell. Sometimes, people never really learn from their mistakes, and I’m the one who will show them a different path they can take. It’s why I’m the president of Hell’s Devils. I’m a leader and will make sure my club brothers will fight more than just with their fists.
Assess.
Think.
Focus.
And for God’s sake, stop letting your anger control you.
I hold perfectly still, seeing Lug’s eyes fill with glee as he thinks he can take me down, only that hope dies when he’s inches away from me. I duck to the side as he swings his right fist, leaving him predictably with which arm he will use. It was almost too easy to avoid and to alternate with a solid left hook to his jaw with a swiftness he didn’t see coming. Everyone goes quiet, likely seeing the outcome as Lug’s face twists with the punch, and he shakes his head as he stares back at me. However, I’m not sure if he is actually seeing me since he’s blinking really hard. It happens in seconds, and I imagine it’s like watching the leaning tower of Pisa go down as he sways on his feet until he tips forward. His face kisses the ground, and he doesn’t get back up.
“Oh fuck. You really knocked him out cold, Prez!” Axel shouts with a whoop and crouches down to stick his finger under Lug’s nose to make sure he’s still breathing. “He’ll live. Undefeated President of Hell’s Devils! Fuck yeah!”
