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I move quickly downstairs to make sure I have enough time to get changed. I look over my shoulder, and the guys from Olympia are here. Laughn smirks at me, fuck, he is weird looking. The guy's eyes are black, no damn white. I have never seen him with no contact lenses. Since they have recently taken over Olympia, I’m sure they're here to talk to my father about Luna. It won’t be that long before she knows the truth. My father is a smart man, he wouldn’t want to piss off some very powerful men who could make his life hell. And these guys are insanely possessive over their girlfriend. Even I wouldn’t look at her for too long because Chester would decapitate me in a heartbeat.
I nod and turn back, forcing my way through bodies. I quickly change and head back out to watch the fights. Rai cuts the music and his voice fills the speakers, dust particles fill the ring as he walks to the centre and stares out at the crowd.
“Ladies and germs, welcome to the second to last match of the evening. In the right corner, next to the pile of blood, stands Rebel. He weighs in at, who gives a shit; here to defend his title against Wilder, who is in the left corner, with his cheer squad...Looking good ladies, Taleah I’m still sitting on read.” The crowd laughs.
Wilder looks feral tonight, he was never challenged for Luna until I made Rebel step up. The fights were becoming boring so I made things interesting. Everyone here has a place, and when they forget that, I will take their power away from them, place them against opponents that they have no chance against.
Rebel would never question me, too hungry for the power he has being an Alpha, and that's how poor Luna was exiled by Wilder. He wanted to protect her the only way he knew how. Rebel won the fight at the start of last year, even fucked her I’m pretty sure. That pissed Wilder off. He made sure that he had enough points to fight against Rebel again for her, and he won. He exiled her–the power of reverse psychology. Wilder couldn’t keep her in check, so I took her out of the equation knowing he would do whatever it took to keep her away from us.
I have no control over the fights this year. My father and a bunch of representatives from each school figure that out to make it fair. Rules are followed, no allowances are made.
The crowd loses their shit, and I turn back to the fight just as Rebel hits the ground.
“I’m calling it, the winner of this round is my main man, the Wild Kat.” He holds Wilder's hand in the air while a bunch of juniors help pull Rebel from the ring.
Well I guess poor Luna has another year as an outcast, can’t say that I’m too upset over it. She shouldn’t be in the running. She is poor as dirt, or at least that is what we are led to believe, but my asshole father insisted she be added to the list two years ago, when her real father threw her into the mix.
‘All I do is win’ by DJ Khalid starts just as the spotlight, manned by some idiots, moves around the room for dramatic effect–the guys from the drama class help put on a good show. We may have rich father’s, but that just makes for better money placed on bets. Speaking of, I just lost five grand on Rebel. I really didn’t think Wilder had what it took to take him down a second time, I had put the last time down to pure luck.
As the lights rotate around the room, they pause on Cyrus, who is smiling at Sax, and the sight makes my blood boil. Is it possible to hate someone you barely know so much just from looking at them? The second I laid eyes on her, she was weak, and her wide eyes were filled with grief and sadness. The hate was undeniable. My father sent her, I know he did, and this will backfire on him. Is it also possible to hate someone but feel the overwhelming need to hurt whoever hurts her or scratch that whoever goes near her?
“Hey, Diesel, good luck out there.” A girl says–I want to say her name is Katy or Kourtney, but she is irrelevant–as she reaches out and places her hand on my bicep.
“Get your hands off me,” I roar, my eyes not leaving Cyrus as her laugh echoes through the room, fuelling my anger. She has practically ignored me for days, acting like I don’t exist. She is the first girl to not be affected by me. If Sax thinks he has a chance, he’s fooling himself. For some warped reason, this girl has gotten under my skin, and I need to make her mine. That’s what the fights do, they stake your claim, each fight I have is one step closer to the end game.
Chapter Fifteen
Cyrus
My phone rings, and the caller ID is unknown as it flashes on the screen. I answer because it could be anyone here now. They seem to have access to information that they shouldn’t have. I haven’t seen Lux yet, and she is probably looking for me. I move off to the side of the room and answer the call.
“Hello,” I answer cautiously.
“It’s time to play nice,” he says, and I automatically know it’s Diesel’s father.
“That wasn’t part of our deal,” I sneer. “You wanted me to…”
“I know what I wanted you to do and now plans change,” he snaps, his tone aggressive and sharp.
“You don’t know what you’re asking. I can’t stand him. He is arrogant and self-centred.”
Mr. Briar laughs. “I’m not exactly asking.”
I sigh. “Any special requests?”
“Make him believe that you’re falling for him. Do whatever it takes.”
“I won’t fuck him.”
“Whatever it takes,” he says a little louder and cuts the call.
I toss my phone in a fit of anger. How can I play nice to someone I loathe? But that's really a lie, everything about Diesel Briar calls to the demons hiding inside. His darkness washes away my past. Traces of the girl who died with Zeke, I can’t ever be her again, and I need to start figuring out who I want to be now. Something that I have never even considered before meeting Diesel.
We have a front row seat watching as boys fight, but the real fights are the Alphas, and they’re ruthless and fight dirty, not that any rules were ever established that I can tell.
Cuyler took the seat next to us after his fight, and I won’t lie, a pang of jealousy hit when he won. He beat the daylights out of some kid for Blaine. Like a sick and twisted sociopath, I imagined he was fighting for my honour, but he wasn’t. I’m on the line tonight with the damn real sociopath. Not because he likes me, but because to Diesel, I’m a pawn in a game he is playing with his father. I just appeared in his life, and he didn’t like that and hates not being in control. Plus I’m sure my father’s money benefits him too.
Wilder joins us, and Luna gets a smile on her face when he walks over, his smile for her is just as big. I want to yell at him and tell her not to fall for that dimple on his right cheek. I roll my eyes at the exchange. Cuyler leans in clearly having witnessed my reaction.
