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“I think he was wrong about that,” Alexander says, smirking at Narcisa.
She nods her head in approval, and I realize they might have an agreement. I don’t think all members of the leadership are on the same side, and the man he killed might’ve been one of their opposition.
“I will be taking it!” Lawrence says, swinging his fist and punching one of the security personnel away, giving him an opening to rush Alexander.
He doesn’t make it far. The collar on his neck shocks him, sending him to his knees.
There’s something satisfying about seeing him drop so quickly, especially because he’s used a similar collar on me. If only I didn’t also wear one now.
“Not from me, my poor dead sister’s brother. None of this would be possible without you, though. So, I’ll allow you to pick an opponent as a warm-up. We must save Hayley for the main event. Now, who shall it be?” Alexander waves his hand, motioning to my guys against the back wall.
My heart sinks into my stomach. No. He can’t be suggesting that they fight Lawrence before me. They already said they didn’t want Sawyer to take my place. What the fuck? I hate how he keeps making things up as he goes along. This is not how shows are supposed to go. But this isn’t a show. This is a power struggle and strategic move to keep control.
I hold my breath in anticipation.
“I pick you,” Lawrence says, snarling. “Or are you afraid that I will defeat you in front of everyone?”
Alexander barks a laugh, acting as if Lawrence said the funniest thing in the world. But I think Lawrence is right. Alexander hides behind the leadership and the show as a way to protect himself. He’s weaker than ever. His alliances are shaken. And I’m pretty fucking certain he regrets ever creating me.
“Hardly,” Alexander says, smiling. “But you need to warm up, and I don’t want to kill you before others have a chance.”
Lawrence only responds with a growl.
“Pick someone, or I will do it for you.” Alexander taps his foot on the stage. “Or maybe we should have the audience decide.”
The audience finally reacts and claps their hands, cheering at his suggestion. The stage lights sparkle, blinding me, and I hold my breath once more, trying to get my heartbeat under control. I hate this. I can’t let this happen.
“So, who will it be? Shall we go with the Bella Crew’s leader? Mr. Noble has already asked to fight this asshole. A part of me doesn’t want to give him what he wants, though. What about you guys?” Alexander wiggles his fingers at the crowd.
One of the men in the front row boos, yelling that he wants to see Monroe’s head roll.
That gets another reaction from the crowd, and they all yell and cheer their agreement.
I guess being the Bella Crew’s brawn and enforcer makes Monroe a target. He probably has a lot of enemies from the many assholes that he’s killed and mutilated.
Monroe grins like the cute psycho bastard he is. He loves his notoriety. He enjoys being hated by those in power.
“You fuckers really love me, don’t you? Don’t you guys worry your ugly-ass faces and small dicks. I’ll cut out the heart of this asshole and then go after you.” Monroe snaps his teeth, his eyes lighting silver.
His confidence is the only thing keeping me from freaking out.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about! Let’s give it up for Lawrence and his first opponent, the vile, hideous, monstrous Monroe of the Bella!” Alexander signals to the security personnel to grab Monroe, releasing him from the chains.
I shift and yank at my own restraints, trying to see if there’s anything I can do to snap them. If I can just free myself, I can go after Alexander. Now is the perfect time. He and the rest of the leadership will be distracted by the fight.
But I can’t seem to gather enough strength. My mind and body are at war. My heart and soul want to fight, but every limb and inch of me aches in pain. The hunger in my stomach only seems to weaken me.
Pyrotechnic sparks light the stage, and music blasts in the air as Monroe strides toward the stage as if he’s been waiting for this moment his entire life. And maybe he has. Not necessarily for Lawrence, but to prove to all of La Vega that his reputation is true. He is ruthless. He is monstrous. And he is one of the most psychotic, protective bastards in the universe.
But he’s my bastard. He’s one of the men I love, and I don’t want to see him facing the man I hate most apart from Alexander.
“There are no rules to this fight. You’ll each have one weapon. The winner will be who survives. I wish you both a place in hell.” Alexander exits the ring and stands off to the side, bouncing on the balls of his dress shoes in excitement.
Whistling, Alexander calls on two stagehands, who bring the most pathetic knives I’ve ever seen. They look like something they found in the donor kitchen. It’s not like they need them though. I’ve seen both of them fight bare-handed.
“I’ve been fucking waiting for this, you cock-sucker.” Monroe flips the knife, catching the hilt. Flicking his arm, he throws it, sending it at Lawrence, sinking it into his shoulder.
I rattle my chains as the two of them blur across the stage. My eyes refuse to follow them, and I scream out, fighting my restraints.
