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Ethan elbowed me in the arm. “I think it’s about to start.”
We moved closer to the rest of the men, and Ripp, Kase, and Hunter joined us. Ripp pursed his lips, his forehead creased in concentration. “How are Kase and Hunter going to fight for Scar when they live in Vegas? They can’t just fly here on a whim; they have their own lives just like us.”
Kase’s face was an unreadable mask when he looked at me. “They’re going to use my club. I know it.”
Ethan’s jaw clenched. “Just like they’ll use our gym and whatever else they can get their hands on. The shit we’re in now is a lot bigger than what our parents had to deal with.” He was right. No one ever told us the mafia was involved with the Dark Side. The clientele wasn’t rich fuckers in suits at that time.
The men started to form a large circle around Nikolai and O’Leary so we stood with them. O’Leary swung his chain in the air and slammed it down on the concrete, his Irish accent thick as he spat at Nikolai, “Come and get me, you fucking pussy.”
It was as if a switch shut off in Nikolai. One minute he was smirking, and the next, he was devoid of all emotion. O’Leary swung his chain at Nikolai’s head, but Nikolai ducked and rolled across the floor, quickly jumping back to his feet. The same thing happened a few more times, which pissed O’Leary off even more.
After tossing the chain across the room, O’Leary pulled the knife out of his back pocket. “You wanna play games?” he snarled.
Eyes gleaming, Nikolai didn’t say a word. It unnerved O’Leary and I could see the fear start to bloom on his face. Ethan leaned in close. “Nikolai’s toying with him.”
“It’s what predators like to do with their prey,” I replied.
“Are you going to fight him?” Braden asked me.
I kept my focus on Nikolai. “I will if I get the chance.”
Scar strolled over with a satisfied grin on his face. “I’m sure you’re happy you get a break tonight.”
I didn’t even know how to answer that. All I wanted to do was break Scar’s neck for putting those I cared about in this hellhole of a life. “How long have you been in bed with the mafia?” I questioned, glaring at him.
Scar brushed me off with a shrug and focused back on the fight. “For as long as I can remember. They’ve gotten a lot of money from my endeavors.”
I looked over at the money table. “Yeah, I see that.”
Nikolai continued to taunt O’Leary, but the crowd's attention grew restless; they wanted blood. O’Leary swiped his knife desperately at Nikolai, his moves sloppy with each passing second. Nikolai hadn’t even broken a sweat, but his arrogance would be his downfall one day. O’Leary tried to stab at him again, and when Nikolai pivoted, the blade sliced across his right side, blood flowing out of the gash. Nikolai stared at the wound, and his expression darkened like a storm preparing to wreak its havoc. He stalked around O’Leary; his muscles tensed as if he was about to strike. The second the warehouse fell silent, that was when he attacked. Nikolai punched the bridge of O’Leary’s nose, causing blood to splatter all over the floor. O’Leary brought his hands up to protect his face in a moment of panic, but Nikolai grabbed him around the waist, lifted him, and slammed him down on the concrete, his bones cracking the moment he made contact.
O’Leary might not be dead, but that was a killing blow. Whether Nikolai broke O’Leary’s back or neck, it was only a matter of time before he succumbed to his injuries.
“Finish it!” one of the men yelled.
Chest heaving up and down, Nikolai stared down at O’Leary who lay unmoving on the concrete floor. I could hear the gurgling of his lungs as he tried to breathe. Nikolai tilted his head to the side with a slight grin, almost as if he wanted to relish this final moment before finishing O’Leary off. He straddled O’Leary’s waist and gripped a handful of his jet-black hair, whispering something in his ear. O’Leary’s eyes flashed open in fear, obviously knowing this was it for him. Nikolai slammed O’Leary’s skull so hard onto the concrete that it split open, his blood flowing freely out of his body.
Scar chuckled in delight. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. Reynolds, I can’t wait to see your main fight next weekend.”
Braden jerked his attention to me, and so did the others. I would be the first in our group to step over that line between good and evil. I just hoped it wouldn’t be the end of my humanity.
