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Paxton sunk to his knees, and right before Scarface was going to knock him out, the announcer jumped in, obviously getting a signal from Cain or one of the others to stop the fight since I'd seen lots of other guys get knocked out tonight. The announcer looked super confused, and a little worried, as he screamed into his microphone that Scarface was the winner. Showing the first signs of life in his deadened eyes, he pranced around the ring, obviously in complete shock and disbelief that he’d won.
Now Paxton was the one who looked dead inside as he stayed on his knees, blankly watching Scarface strut around and yell to the crowd. His mask slipped when he looked over at me, and pure rage shone in his eyes, promising me that I would pay for what I’d done.
Perversely, a flicker of excitement flitted through my insides just imagining what he would come up with. I winked at him and then looked up at the balcony. Cain was the only one still standing there, looking down at the crowd. As I watched, he slid a finger across his throat like he couldn’t wait to slice mine open, and then he turned and walked away.
I heard a loud crack, and the crowd roared again. Jenna dug her nails into my arm excitedly, dragging my attention back to the ring. Paxton had gotten up, and even though the fight was over and there wasn’t anything he could do to change the result, he’d just knocked Scarface out.
Paxton ripped off his gloves and held up his middle fingers to the crowd. Then he jumped out of the ring…right in front of where I was standing. He grabbed my arm and began to walk, yanking me after him.
“Aurora!” Jenna yelled, panicked, and I looked back at her with wide eyes. Looks like my judgment day was coming faster than anticipated. Well, it had been a good run.
I was hoping that his brain had been rattled at least a little bit in the fight, but Paxton didn’t seem to be any worse for the wear except for the fact that there was blood all over him. I pulled hard against his grip, trying to test how far he would go in front of everyone, but he seemed perfectly fine with holding me so tightly that I knew I was going to have bruises embedded in my skin.
Paxton dragged me through the door that he’d come out of to start the fight, and I found myself in a dimly lit hallway. It kind of resembled something out of a B-horror flick as the tube lights flickered off and on. The hallway was completely empty, and I saw a bench a few feet away that had some tape and some folded clothes on it. Apparently, this was Paxton’s makeshift locker room for tonight.
“You think you’re clever, little devil? Do you think losing some fight is going to destroy me?” he asked.
My gaze got caught on the beads of sweat on his perfectly chiseled chest, and I honestly had to stop myself from licking right down the center of it. His hair was sexily mussed from the fight, and the blood all over him just did it for me.
I obviously had issues. A lot of issues.
“Mmmh. I didn’t think it would destroy you, but I knew it would make you mad. The fact that your buddies all lost tons of money was a bonus too,” I responded with a smirk.
He moved in closer to me until I was plastered against the wall. His strong forearms were caging me in as his head dipped forward.
Paxton dragged his stubbled face across my skin as his nose moved into my hair and he breathed me in.
“There’s nothing you can do that could hurt me, Aurora. I don’t have anything left inside me to break,” he whispered in my ear, and tingles sliced down my skin.
“Get away from me,” I growled, ignoring the little pang in my heart that was calling for him.
Broken always attracted broken, and Paxton…he was the poster boy for messed up.
Just like me.
“Make me,” he taunted, his tongue trailing down my ear.
“Fuck,” I murmured, shaking my head to ward off the lusty whore inside of me that was desperate to tear Paxton’s clothes off.
Paxton stepped back with an amused chuckle, and for some reason that annoyed me.
Without thinking, I reared back and punched him in the face, knocking his head back and reopening the cut on his eyebrow.
He stumbled back a few steps, and then looked at me in shock.
“I don’t know why you look so surprised, Paxton. You’ve seen me in action.”
He rubbed his jaw with two fingers while he looked at me, something undecipherable burning in his gaze.
“Why don’t you try that again?” he asked silkily.
And honestly, it was like someone had possessed me, because I rushed at him again, and he didn’t try to fight back as I began to pummel him in his chest, his face…his hard stomach.
I only stopped when I realized he was laughing, the sound a bit crazed. I took a step back.
“I—” I began to say, not sure whether I was going to apologize to him or scream at him, but he cut me off.
“My turn,” he grinned before I was suddenly against the wall, his hand wrapped around my throat.
