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“Of course, I’m fucking serious. Now tell me, who are you fighting tonight?”
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Jumping from foot tofoot, I shook out my arms. Leaning my head from side to side, I shivered when the hard crack rippled down my spine. I lived for these moments. The time before the fight when I hadn’t met my opponent yet. I didn’t know if he was bigger or smaller than me. I didn’t know if he was a dirty fighter or played it safe. I preferred the former. The ‘anything goes’ type. It helped me work out that familiar edge when sex was currently off the table.
My phone took that moment to ding.
Pet: Just wanted to say hi and I hope that you have a good night.
A shit-eating grin spread on my face. It was like she knew. It was like she knew to text me at the perfect moment so it would give me the strength I needed to beat this fucker.
A part of me hoped I could get this done and over with, so I could go back to Ainsley’s place, but I didn’t want to push myself on her either. I was sure I would see her at the center, or I would text her in the morning and make plans to meet up before our date.
“Cyrus.”
A punch to my shoulder forced my head around.
Cheesy grimaced. “You’re distracted. I don’t know much about fighting but even I know that it’s not a good thing when you’re not paying attention to where those fists are flying.”
“I’m fine. Just be there to collect the money when I win.” Sure, it was cocky of me, but I had a driving force behind me that usually made me win.
Anger.
I channelled it and called it forward, letting it control my actions until my opponent was writhing on the ground beneath me. It usually called for death but that wasn’t my thing. I could get paid more if I killed the guy, but I didn’t care about that. Even when the crowd started chanting for me to kill him, I refused. I didn’t kill innocent people. Even though most of the guys earning a buck or two here, were ex-cons. I still didn’t kill them.
When a whistle suddenly sounded, the crowd parted like Moses parting the Red Sea back in the day. At the other end, I saw who I was fighting. I had never met him before, and he wasn’t that much bigger than me. He was tatted up, had eyes filled with hate, and a cocky grin on his face.
The crowd formed a circle around us.
I could feel Cheesy at my back, his nervous energy sparking this need to get this done and over with quickly. I liked the kid, but I wouldn’t bring him back here. I would go by myself first if I had to, but I couldn’t deal with the nerves rolling off of him.
“Cheesy, stop twitching. I’ll be fine,” I told him.
He grunted. “Sure, come back alive and then we’ll chat.”
I reached a hand out, keeping my eyes locked on the fucker at the other end of the circle. When a bottle was placed in my hand, I took a long swig and handed it back to Cheesy without even looking.
Another whistle sounded, forcing my legs forward.
The other guy did the same.
I usually took it slow and wore them out a bit, but tonight I wasn’t feeling it. When he finally got close enough, I cocked my arm back and pushed it forward with so much strength, he wasn’t expecting when my fist hit his jaw.
He was knocked back a step, blood pouring out of his nose. But it was like he didn’t notice, or he didn’t care. He yelled, charging for me.
“Come on, fucker. Show me what you got,” I taunted him.
He yelled again, swinging and kicking. His foot got my shin, sending agony shooting up my leg. He was uncoordinated and messy and that posed for a dangerous fight.
His fist got my cheek and then my mouth. I got a couple of punches in myself, but I couldn’t figure out his moves when he just kept swinging like a fucking mad man. When his fist connected with my eye, stars danced in my vision. I shook my head, trying to gain control of the fight. Luckily, when I opened both eyes I was still able to see but the area around it, hurt like a bitch.
Grabbing hold of the guy, I forced him to the ground and knelt on his back. He kicked and thrashed beneath me.
Reaching for his arm, I pulled it behind him. I kept pulling until he screamed, begging for me to stop. “You need to gain control of your moves if you want to fight here like the man you think you are,” I told him.
“Fuck you,” he growled, spitting out blood.
“Fuck me?” I chuckled, pulling his arm back until a pop sounded.
