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His nostrils flare as he bites down, clenching his teeth. “Don’t test me, boy.”
My mouth curls to the side as my eyes narrow, a look I know he despises. He shakes his head, levelling me with one last look before exiting the ring. Finally, Luke Brady, Aodhán’s dad, steps into the centre of the octagon. The music fades and then he raises his microphone to his lips. “Killybegs, are you ready?”
The crowd wails out a deafening cheer, and then Luke proceeds. “Almost twenty years ago, Oliver Devereux won his first trial when he defeated his opponent, Gabriel King. It was a legendary battle. One most of us here will remember for eternity. And now, almost two decades later, their sons repeat history, only this time, can the youngest Devereux hold his undefeated title or will Rí beag(little king)reign supreme.” He pauses for effect before deepening his baritone into an echoed gravel. “It’s the fight you’ve all been waiting for. DEVEREUX VERSUS KING!”
The floodlights dip as the opening intro of “Only One King” by Tommee Profitt and Jung Youthbleeds through the speakers. Liam and I walk forward, meeting in the centre of the octagon. Forearms stretched out, we raise our wrapped knuckles before tapping them together.
My eyes drift to the left, seekingherout. I scan the crowd until finally, my gaze settles on Saoirse Ryan. Hand clenched into a fist, she holds it over her mouth, biting into her knuckles. Her shoulders sink forward, barely holding her up. She’s nervous, but for who? Finally, her eyes greet mine, and time stills.
How is it I can hear her heart pound in my head? Why can I feel her fear crawling under my skin? My lungs tighten, but it has nothing to do with the fight. It’s her. Dominance courses through me, a need so fucking strong it rattles my bones. Before I walked into this octagon, I knew I couldn’t lose. But now, with her wide amber orbs scanning my every move, I have a lot more to prove.
Forcing myself to look away, I bring my attention back to Liam. His grey eyes flick between Saoirse and me. Rage flushes his skin as molten red anger trails up his neck and pinches his cheeks. Good, our brief phone call earlier had the effect I was hoping for, and you can bet your fucking granny I’ll be using it to my advantage.
Poor little Liam always shows his hand too soon.
Finally, Luke shouts, “Fight!” and then everything else fades from view. I’m here to do one thing. Win!
* * *
Eight rounds have passedby in a blur of pain, and I won’t lie, my legs are minutes away from buckling beneath me, my rib cage is on fucking fire, and I can barely see through the stream of blood that’s dripping onto my lash line from the deep slit Liam busted into my eyebrow.
Icy rain falls from the sky, pleating my sweat glistened skin and burning through my aching muscles, but I hold myself strong, unwilling to break, and determined to win, no matter what the fucking cost. Liam lunges forward, jabbing his fist towards my ribcage. I sidestep, drawing my elbow up before launching it into his nose. His head whips to the left, blood spraying from his nostrils. He looks as rough as I feel, shoulders sagging as he drags his exhausted body around the canvas.
Swiping my forehead with my forearm, I wipe away the trail of blood trickling down my face. “Come on, big man.” I taunt, egging Liam on as much as I can, hoping his reaction will grant me the one shot I need to end this, once and for all.
I stay on my toes, relying on my speed and agility. “Is that all you’ve got?”
“Go to hell,” he spits, his blood blending into his saliva and spraying across the octagon floor.
“I’ve already been, and she tastes delicious.” I bait before spearing forward and landing an uppercut to his stomach. “Tell me, D,” I prompt as he catches his breath, “did you get to slide your cock between her pouty lips? How about her tight cunt?” I shake my arms out as I bounce on the balls of my feet.
Bent over with his hands on his knees, the slight narrowing of Liam’s eyes signals his next move, and then, as predicted, he bounds forward with a gritted, “Fuck you!”
I dodge right, reserving my energy for my final blow. Suddenly, Liam comes at me again, this time swinging with his left, connecting it to my right cheek. My neck cranks with the force of the impact, and all the blood inside my body rushes to my ears.Fuck me, that stung.
Dazed for a moment, I shake it off before sliding my tongue along my bottom lip. The taste of copper assaults my senses, but I don’t let it slow me down. My victory is within my grasp. I can feel it in the energy surrounding me.Patience, Rohan. Watch for your opportunity.
“Do you know how it feels to have her clenching down on your dick while your name falls from her lips?” My eyes dart towards the crowd, pointing at Saoirse with a tip of my chin. “Because I do. And it was fucking ecstasy.”
Finally, he breaks, charging at me without thinking it through. Blinded by his rage, he misreads my stance and veers left, leaving his jaw vulnerable. My fist connects, and the sound of bone crunching bone silences the crowd. Liam’s eyes roll back and his legs give out as he sways off his feet before greeting the floor.
“Light’s out, motherfucker.”
As Luke bounds into the cage, I drop to my knees, allowing my exhaustion to take over.
“Winner by K.O, ROHAN KING!”
