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Inside me, my anger rises, and I wish to all the gods I could just punch him in his face right now and put him in his place. Rachel was never a plaything, and I’m glad I helped her get the hell out of the situation she was in. All of us were right in saving her from the piece of shit Aiden sitting across from me.
Outside I keep my expression neutral, not giving away the anger inside me. He doesn’t deserve any sort of answer to his words. The answer will come tonight, in the cage, where I can kick his ass to kingdom come just the way he deserves. The fact that he thinks I would ever let Emma fall into his hands after how he treated Rachel is a joke. That man doesn’t know how to properly treat a woman, even if he was hit upside the head with how to do it right.
“If she was your plaything then why are you here?” Avery questions.
I can’t tell if the male is curious or if he is just trying to egg the man on. Either way, he really shouldn’t have bothered to reply. Aiden isn’t worth it.
“I need a new plaything since they took my last one. The Delcoure girl is hot enough that she would make a plaything. Already she seems compliant to men and will do what she’s told,” he laughs. “Only thing I would need to do is teach her how to fuck me the way I like which shouldn’t be too hard after some punishments.”
It takes everything in me to not react to his words. If he thinks Emma would ever be compliant with him and be his so-called plaything, then he has another thing coming. Not that I would ever let him near her but if it happened Emma would hand the man his ass very quickly. None of these fighters know that Emma comes with a daughter. It wasn’t disclosed to any of us. I’m sure Robert did it so they didn’t think she was used goods until after the deal had been sealed by marriage. If anyone even thought of raising a hand to Alexis or any other depraved thing they could imagine, Emma would kick their asses. Her father may have beaten her into some form of submission, but she still has the fire within her. There’s a reason I call her my little vixen, and it isn’t just because of her sex drive. No, my woman will stand up for what she believes in no matter who it’s against.
I let out a small chuckle thinking about just how she would kick Aiden’s ass the second he would try to tell her what to do. Sure, he towers over her and is physically stronger, but if she remembers anything from what I taught her about fighting, she could take him and have him on his ass pretty quickly. It would be a sight to see. Too bad I wouldn’t ever let her near him, though.
“What’s so funny to you?” Aiden questions, sounding accusatory.
“Just thinking,” I hum, leaning my head back and closing my eyes.
“Clearly, it’s something.” His voice moves closer right before he kicks my foot. “Care to tell the rest of the room?”
“It’s nothing that concerns you or anyone else in this room.” I shrug, not bothering to even open my eyes.
“We’ll see about that,” he huffs.
Before he can say anything further April enters the room once more calling forward the next two fighters, Avery and Bryan. “You two, save it for the ring.” I open my eyes just in time to see her glare at Aiden and me, then she turned around to leave the room. I let her words do all the talking that was needed and went back to ignore the male who seems to have a stick up his ass tonight.
“She saved you for now, but when we’re in that ring,” he pauses and slices his finger across his throat with the rest of his threat.
Rolling my eyes, I turn my attention to my hands and begin the ritual of wrapping and unwrapping them until April returns for us.
* * *
“Please welcometo the ring our top two contenders for Miss Delcoure’s hand in marriage!” The announcer's voice is heard clearly throughout the building. “Aiden Mason and Parker Ryan!” A loud roar makes the ground rumble from the cheers of those here to spectate today. I’m starting to question if even more people are here to witness the fights after what happened last week. News does spread quickly in their world so it wouldn’t surprise me.
Both of us make our entrance and walk down to the ring side by side. When we reach the cage, he splits to the right ,and I head to the left where Rome is standing waiting for me. Getting into the headspace, I bounce on my feet a couple of times and crack my neck, tuning out the roars of the crowd so my mind is clear. The only thing I need to think about is how I can knock Aiden out quickly and efficiently. If there are no rules during this fight, I can easily do it.
“Remember to watch his eyes,” Rome whispers in my ear before giving me a pat on the back. “You can easily put him in his place.”
With a nod, I accept his offered mouth guard and climb up the stairs to enter the cage. A loud bang signals the door closing behind me, locking me in with my opponent. Opposite of me, Aiden is bouncing on the balls of his feet; he cracks his neck back and forth and makes a couple of fake punches in the air. He’s gearing up for this fight, trying to psych me out but it isn’t going to happen.
No, I won’t let him get into my head. I can see how other opponents would be afraid of him. He has the muscle mass that could make him seem opposing, and from what I do remember he was a decent fighter. Except he couldn’t handle it in real life when the fight was outside of the cage, and there were more than just fists involved. I only showed up at the end of the fight, and he had already been beaten bloody by the Chaos Brotherhood Prez, and told him if he ever showed his face again he would be finding himself with the rats.
Bouncing on my toes, I start to get my adrenaline and heart rate up, ready for the fight to begin. My muscles loosen as I let the familiarity around me sink in. The mats have some give to them to help dampen our falls. Slowly, I let the sound of the crowd fade into the background as I focus on my opponent.
“We want a clean fight from both of you,” the ref explains before raising the whistle to his lips. He looks at both of us waiting for our nod of agreement and then blows the whistle signaling the start of the fight.
Aiden doesn’t hesitate before swinging, trying to hit my head. Leaning back I dodge out of the way and swipe my leg trying to catch him off balance. It almost works, and I manage to clip the side of his ankle as he backs away. His eyes flash with fury before he catches his balance and comes forward for the attack once more. Together we start a fighting dance, each other throwing a punch but dodging out of the way just to retaliate once again. From the start, I could have had him on his back, but I knew putting on a show for the crowd was part of this whole experience even if I wanted to beat him bloody for his words about Emma. The punches I threw his way were all held back not wanting to end this too fast.
I know Rome knew exactly what I was doing when he beat me against the side of the cage to yell at me to stop holding back. When Aiden heard his words I watched as his hits picked up the pace. His form started to get sloppy, and he left more openings for me to take. Place three easy hits against his left ribs and kidney, it forced him to back away to the other side of the cage grasping his side. When my fist had hit him just before I’m almost positive I can feel a rib break under the force of my wrapped hand. The second and third punches hit his kidney hard, and the force reverberates up my arm, but I don’t let it distract me. With him pinned against the cage, I can smell the metal close to my face. I can also smell the sweat drenching both of us already. It makes me crinkle my nose and wishes I had put some vaseline under it like I usually do.
“Time!” The ref shouted right as a buzzer rang.
Both of us went to our respective sides of the cage. Rome was waiting with a towel to let me whip the sweat off my face and hand me my water to take a couple of swigs of water before handing it back. A few seconds later the ref is calling for us to return to the center of the mat. I hand back the towel and water and replace my mouthguard. When I turn around, Aiden is already there waiting. He’s trying to hide it, but I can see his side is still bothering him. That is going to be the opening I need.
“Finish him, Boss,” Rome instructs as I walk away.
“FIGHT!” The ref shouts, blowing his whistle again.
This time I don’t let Aiden take the first swing. Immediately, I’m throwing a one-two punch in his direction. I hit the same side I already focused on, making him lose his balance and backing him against the metal cage. He tries to push me back off him, but I don’t budge. Instead, I lean into him continuing an assault on his side while using my shoulder to help hold him in place. The sweat on both our bare skin makes it more difficult, but I still make it work. Eventually, he gets smart and uses his knee to push up into me and create space between us.
