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"What made you decide to come and rub shoulders with us? Doesn’t daddy have more important things for you to be doing?"
I shrug off his words, while on the inside I’m seething with rage. “Daddy doesn't have shit to do, because he doesn’t own me.” I growl.
His eyes narrow with suspicion like he’s expecting me to say more. When I don't give it to him he shifts to face me, his fists curled.
"Are we finally done talking?"
Now the lights shift brighter, and I close the distance between us. "If you want to throw the first punch, you know to make it a little more even. I won’t judge you. I know you’re used to taking cheap shots."
"You fuckin..." he swings and I lean back to dodge the hard right hook. All I can do is grin, taunting him. We dance around each other for a minute and I take my first shot, my fist connecting hard with his ribs.
Oh fuck the give under my knuckles is fucking satisfying.
Not as good as fucking Bel into submission or hearing her sweet moans of plesure but pretty good. I swing again but he dances out of the way at the last second, and throws a hit of his own, this time aiming for my face. It's nothing to dodge. I’m lightning on my feet. But as I do, his other hand comes out of nowhere, and his knuckles slam hard into my cheek.
White hot fire splits up my cheekbone, radiating into my eye socket. I grit my teeth and swallow the pain down. Not the first time I've been hit, not even the tenth, and my dad hits harder anyway.
The fucker swings again and I block is hit with my forearm, I take the opportunity to blast him in the gut and when he doubles over in pain, I pull closer, grab him by the back of the head and slam my knee into his face.
The crowd roars with life, and I release him with a shove, taking a couple of steps back. I bounce on the balls of my feet, watching as blood pours from his nose. I get distracted watching as his blood paints the dirt, and he manages to get another hit on me, this time his knuckles slam into my upper ribs.
Pain snakes up my side, and into my chest, and I do my best to hide any wincing. Can’t let this fucker think he’s got one up on me. We continue to beat on each other until finally he let’s his guard down and I lunge forward, my fist connecting with his temple. The hit is hard enough that one moment he’s standing there and the next he’s out cold, his body a sack of bricks on the ground.
Well shit. My hands are throbbing, my body aches like it hasn’t in a long time, but more than that the pressure on my chest is gone. The desire for blood, for pain, it’s merely a distant memory now. Of course the crowd goes wild, people cheering, and rushing toward the circle. The guy who told me when to fight steps back into the circle, grabs my arm and raises it in the air signifying that I’ve won.
All I can do is grin. The guy releases my arm and I let it fall back down to my side, then he turns away from me, taking a stack of money from one of the bookies.
“Looks like you got what it takes Marshall. Anytime you’re looking for a fight let me know.” He passes the stack of cash to me, along with a business card that he’s placed on top. "Not that you need it, but here’s your winnings.”
He’s right I don’t need the cash, not at all.
Which gives me an idea… I can’t change the fact that Maybel lost her mother and I wasn’t there to support her but maybe I can offer her an alternative, maybe take the money and create a scholarship of some sort. I’ll have plenty of time to think about that later.
“Thanks,” I mumble, and take the stack, stuffing it into my pocket.
Now that the desire to destroy and hurt is tamped down I can go home, or not since I remember then that Bel is at The Mill and all it will take is one look for me to have her pinned against the wall, my cock sinking deep inside her.
Fucking hell. I run my hands through my sweaty hair, my muscles ache, and I feel like one giant ass bruise. As I look around the space I notice a makeshift bar in the back and walk over to it. Nothing a little alcohol can’t fix. I’ll just have one or two drinks, to numb the pain a bit. That should buy me enough time, that is unless the guys decide to take her out somewhere. I shake my head, remembering that Sebastian is there and he would never let anything happen to her. Just as I reach the bar a girl in a mini dress with her tits hanging out the top sashays over to me. I watch out of the corner of my eye as she reaches for me, and I react before I can think better of it, my hand circling her slender wrist.
“I’m not interested.” I sneer, and release her wrist.
Refusing to take the hint she smiles like I’ve just become her favorite challenge. “I’m up for a little pain with my pleasure.”
My annoyance grows, and it’s a weird feeling to have. Before Bel I would’ve taken her up on the offer, walked her outside in the alley, fucked her until I came and walked back inside without blinking an eye. Now the thought makes my stomach churn. There’s only Bel. She’s ruined me for anyone else and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“I already said I’m not interested. Don’t make me, make you disappear.”
“Okay, I get it.’ She rolls her eyes and tosses her brown curls over her shoulder.
I let out a sigh of relief when she turns and walks away. Finally. There’s a stack of water bottles in front of me and I snag one pressing the cold plastic to my aching cheek. That's going to fucking hurt tomorrow. A deep satisfied sensation settles in my bones. I don't feel it often, except after a brutal game, or after chasing down my little wallflower to punish her.
“Want anything?” The bartender finally notices me.
“Yeah, I’ll take a rum and Coke and a couple of shots of tequila.”
“You got it.” He smiles, and honestly I feel he’s way too happy to be working behind the bar at this place but whatever. Nothing can ruin the high I’m on.
He places the beverages down in front of me and I slam back the tequila shots right away. The burn feels so good, and warms me all over.
