I take stock of my injuries. I’m still a little bruised and tender in places from the church attack, especially from the bullet wounds, but most of the other injuries are healed now.
Okay, so maybe not, but it is what it is.
My head is pounding from those fuckers punching me, but aside from that, I think I’m alright.
Which is good for me, and bad for them should I get my hands on them.
Fuck, I hope I get my hands on them.
I’m locked in the room for hours. I spend some of it sleeping, hoping to build enough energy for whatever is yet to come.
It’s a little cold in here, my bra and knickers doing nothing other than covering up the parts I only want to share with Asher, and my puddle of vomit is stinking up the place.
When the door opens sometime later, I’m relieved and ready for what’s to come.
These fuckers have declared war against me, and I intend on being their worst fucking nightmare if they dare to hurt my man.
“Come on, you stinky slag. Time to go and have some fun.”
Monty.
Fuck, I can’t wait to kill him.
I think I’ll use my bare hands to do it. To feel his bones snap in my grip will be so damn rewarding.
Standing from the cold floor, I do a little stretch as Monty releases the chain from the floor and tugs on it, leading me out the door.
Two other men appear behind me as I stumble out into the passage, and Monty tugs me behind him as we weave through another maze of rooms before the sounds of what can only be a cheering crowd meet us.
“What’s going on?” I ask, not out of fear, but curiosity. The more information I know, the better equipped I’ll be.
“Fight night,” Monty sneers over his shoulder, and I frown.
“Is it Thursday already?” I ask, confused.
The Rough House fights only happen on Thursday nights. Maybe more time has passed than I thought.
“No, bitch. It’s not fucking Thursday. You’re not at The Rough House. You really think we’d take you where the Seven Eights can go against us?” He scoffs. “This is the Killing Cage at The Vista where the only rule is that you fight to the death.”
“And where is the Killing Cage?” I dig for more information. “I’ve never heard of it.”
I’ve heard of The Vista, but I don’t share that information. Gilbert told me that the MacKenzie brothers go to The Vista, and it looks like that’s exactly where I am.
“You’re on Black Taipans soil now.” Monty sighs. “Don’t bother asking any more questions. No one is coming to save you.”
I want to tell him I don’t need anyone to save me, but I don’t for two reasons.
One, I don’t want him to see what’s coming when I unleash the Crimson Angel, and two… well, there’s a big, fat chance I’m not going to walk out of here alive.
I’ll be sure to take down as many of them as I can before that happens, though. They’ll regret fucking with me and what’s mine.
We climb some rickety metal stairs before walking through a door where we are engulfed by the roar of the crowd.
My eyes dart in every direction, taking in the scene as Black Taipans crew members size me up, some spitting on me as Monty drags me through the crowd, making our way to the cage.
It’s not a regular fighting cage. It’s a large square box with a hard concrete floor and wire walls that are topped with barbed wire so that no one can climb out or in.
Ouch.
