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"He's right, Eves. Come here," Nick tried to reposition me but I just stared at him, lost in thought.
"No," I began crying again, thinking about what this fight could mean.
The crowd by now were getting rowdy, shouting for them to start and egging them on.
"We have to help him," I said to Nick. "Nick, we have to—"
"Look, Eves," he placed his hands on either side of my face. "You have to trust me. You have to trustus. Our brother is not dying tonight."
I tried looking back at Kit as the horn sounded and the crowd yelled and growled for them to kill each other. Nick pulled me into his chest and held me there as I continued to cry. He held his hand firmly on the back of my head as I continued to listen to the roar of the crowd. When I felt Nick flinch I couldn’t not turn around and just as I did, I saw Kit landing a punch directly into Maddox’s face.
“Eves…” Nick tried to sway me away but I couldn't shift my eyes away from Kit.
Nick was right, I’d never seen him fight before, not really. I'd never seen him like this. Maybe he'd been like this during my rescue but if he was, I couldn't remember. He looked tainted, as if a dark power had overruled his body. The look he had in his eyes, I’d never seen before. It was pure rage and now with his shirt off and only in his trousers, I could see every muscle in his body stood to attention. He looked huge, his stance was so powerful and he looked like the head of a wolf pack fighting in that ring. He looked like my Kit, but he also didn't. It was a clear reminder that there was this side to Kit that I’d never seen before and despite knowing how strong Kit was, I’d seriously underestimated his power. He had the upper hand until he shifted incorrectly and Maddox used the opportunity to throw in a punch against Kit’s eyebrow. I watched as his head popped backwards then came straight back.
“Oh my god,” I said, watching the blood splatter across his face.
Maddox was already busted up, but seeing Kit getting hurt like that made my stomach twist.
“I’m serious, Eves, stop,” Nick said into my ear, trying to shift my body back with his.
As he did I saw Maddox getting the upper hand again and punch after punch he landed into Kit’s centre, making him hunched over in an attempt to cover himself.
“Give her here,” Jason said then, sounding pissed and he picked me up like he had in the past. The time I’d sworn to kill his little brother. Now I was screaming for him to be saved. For them to help him and stop Maddox from hurting him any longer.
Unexpectedly, as Kit turned to get out of Maddox’s line of fire his eyes fell directly onto mine as Jason lifted me into the air. They didn’t look like his eyes and it scared me. He didn’t look like Kit but some mad man, fighting to the death. His frown deepened when he saw me and we shared a deep stare that lasted less than a second. It was enough for him to turn and face Maddox again, this time with another added strength that I didn't know could be possible after taking such a blow. This time it was Kit’s turn to beat the shit out of Maddox and he did just that. Landing punch after punch into Maddox’s gut, then punching his face, not allowing any space for Maddox to defend himself. Jason’s attempts at holding me here were futile, I wasn’t backing away from this and I fought against him to see Kit. My adrenaline was so high and I could feel my heart beating in my ears even over the roaring from the crowd. In the last few seconds of the fight, everything turned slow motion for me. Maddox looked as if he was winning again until Kit came back fighting, not lacking one bit.
Three punches, that’s all it took.
Three punches—the first, a hard hit to his stomach. The second a fist to the left cheek. Lastly, a full-force punch to the head, knocking Maddox to the floor in a heap. For a few more seconds the place remained silent, waiting for the verdict until a make-shift referee moved forward, declaring the fight over and lifting Kit’s arm in the air. Once the crowd erupted in an uproar of cheering and yelling, everything remained so silent to me. The only sound I could hear was the buzzing in my ears as the adrenaline in my body once at its peak, now began to quickly drop. It was dropping too fast because the ringing in my ears quickly turned into my eyes blackening which meant my body had two choices. Either faint or be sick. Judging by the feeling in my throat and the look on Nick’s face as he eyed me said it all. I was going to be sick. He held me upright there against the car, gripping my hair in his hand as I hunched over and threw up.
“God, Eves,” I heard Jason and the rest of Kit’s brothers crowded around me. Eric came over to help hold me up as my body weakened under the exhaustion.
“He’s okay?” I looked at Eric and he nodded. “He’s coming.”
“They’re letting him leave?”
He nodded again and moved aside so that Kit could get a hold of me.
“Look at me,” Kit said looking me in the eyes.
“I’m fine,” I said, feeling much better after being sick.
I reached my hand to his face after he'd brushed my hair out of mine with his busted up hand. I began to cry just seeing him, I still felt sick but I was so, so happy to have him here.
“You’re okay,” I cried and he pulled me against his bare chest and held my head there with his hand.
“We need to take her to get checked,” Kit then said to his brothers.
“I’m okay,” I said again, moving away from his chest so I could see him.
“We’re leaving, and we're taking you to get checked.”
I didn’t have a chance to answer him because he took my hand and led me over to the car his brothers had arrived in.
“He’s letting us leave?” I asked in amazement.
Nodding, Kit pulled me onto his lap so that Nick could slide in beside us in the car. I did my best to pull my now sopping wet dress into position with me. I didn't even care that my leg was on show through the slit to the front. The weight of the wet fabric was enough to keep it open and Kit's hand rested against my thigh as he pulled me further onto his lap. I wasn’t sure what was going on, and at that moment I wasn’t going to ask any more questions. I just sat on Kit’s lap, wrapped in his arms with my head against his shoulder and I allowed myself to fall into a daydream, reliving what had just happened. When Kit rubbed his face with the back of his hand, I moved my head away and stared up at him.
