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I take my cut off and drape it over the chair outside the ring. Next, I rip my black tee over my head and throw it behind me, not giving a shit where it lands.
I put my game face on and turn back to Beau, who is now also shirtless. I look at his face and catch myself almost feeling sorry for him. Kid already got his shit rocked once tonight. But with the new knowledge that this kid was with my Lilah, my blood flames with hatred. I’m going to fuck him up.
Tiny turns to Beau, grabs our wrists, and brings our fists up, tapping them together. “You ready to find out why his name is Ringer?”
“Emmett Mack! STOP!” I hear Lilah’s voice call my birth name from the left of the ring. She’s right up against the makeshift fence. Beau looks from her to me. He watches as I wink at Lilah.
“You asked who I was. Well, today, I’m you’re worst fucking nightmare,” I say right before I cock my fist back and slam it against his cheekbone.
Beau’s head snaps back and satisfaction radiates through my arm from the crunch of bone on bone.
I play around with him a bit before getting more hits in. “What the fuck, man!” he yells.
I get close enough for him, and only him, to hear me. “You ever lay another fucking finger on Lilah, I’ll break every goddamn one of them off.”
“What?” he mutters, shaking his confusion before schooling his features and trying to swing on me again.
“You may have had her attention while I was gone, but I’m back now, baby, and you will never fucking touch her again,” I growl right before hitting him with an uppercut, effectively knocking his ass out.
three
Lilah
“Emmett Mack! STOP!”I scream when I see Ringer in the octagon with Beau facing off against him.
Ringer didn’t get his name because he loves shiny jewelry.
No.
He got his name because he’s a fighter. A nasty one. There has never once been a bell rung to call a round in any one of his fights because they never make it that far. Ringer has always knocked out his opponent in the first round.
He could have gone pro, he would have made it big.
I watch in horror as Ringer and Beau both look at me. Ringer winks at me then turns back to a confused looking Beau and says something. I see fear momentarily flash in Beau’s eyes, which happens seconds before Ringer’s fist collides with his cheek.
“Ringer! Stop!” I scream at the top of my lungs.
Everyone is stuck between watching Ringer pummel Beau and watching me scream at them.
Large arms wrap around my middle to pull me away from the fence surrounding the ring. I try to pry my way out, but to no avail. “Stop fighting, baby girl. Just stop,” my dad's gruff voice echoes in my ear.
I turn in my dad's arms. “What the fuck, Dad! Why are they fighting?”
“Ringer’s showing Beau what happens when you mess with a brother's girl.”
“Ringer has a girl?” I ask, baffled. He’s been in prison for over eight years. How does he already have a girl?
And why do I feel like my heart is in my stomach?
“Yeah, kid. You.”
“Me?” I scream incredulously. “I am not Ringer’s girl! What the fuck, Dad!”
I sound like a bratty little kid, but I don’t care. Sure, Beau was a shitty boyfriend, but he doesn’t deserve to be beat to near death.
I turn back to the ring when the surrounding crowd's screams turn to a deafening level. Ringer is standing over a laid out Beau with Tiny’s arm holding his high in the air.
He seeks me out in the crowd and flashes me an award winning smile, as well as a sultry wink.
