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“Are you sure about this?” Father asked sheepishly, his eyes flashing.
“I swear to fucking God, Rhett,” my brother started. “If she gets stabbed—”
“Just trust me, okay? If I’m wrong, then you have my full permission to stab me wherever you want, as long as it’s not my dick.”
They weren’t happy, that much was clear, but they said nothing more and turned their attention back to the match.
With two, barely three minutes left on the clock, Prim fucking went for it again, charging Samara and eager to slice any area of her body she could get her hands on. Samara dodged each slash with vast agility and ducked at the perfect time, allowing her to inflict a searing gash across Prim’s stomach. Every inch of the unbearably muggy warehouse fell silent when Samara proceeded to drop to the floor and kick Prim’s legs out from under her, forcing her to dive headfirst onto the bloody floor.
Samara didn’t stop there. She dug her knee into Prim’s spine and lifted her head up high with the knife pressed firmly against Prim’s throat.
“TAP,” Samara commanded in a merciless growl, making Prim hiss out in pain as she tugged her hair harder.
“Fucking tap or I’ll slit your goddamn throat. Try me,bitch.”
“I-I give!” Prim tapped three hard times, tears falling from her eyes.
She tapped…
She fucking tapped.
Samara did it.
She won.
Samara
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My chest violently heaved as I kept the knife against Prim’s throat, refusing to remove it as I contemplated ending her life. If it wasn’t for Isaac and Rhett sliding into the ring and pulling me away from her, I probably would have killed her.
“Focus, Samara,” Rhett said urgently as he grasped my face, trying to force me to look at him. Red still clouded my vision and all I wanted in that moment was to stab the bitch through the heart. Against my protest Isaac grabbed my forearm and tugged me towards the ring. When I was out and my feet were on the floor, I was escorted back to the locker room.
We walked in, and my lips parted as I took in Phantom standing over Sharkey who was in the heart of the room, sunk down in a chair, restrained. He was unconscious, having been beaten to hell and back.
“What the hell—"
The door flew open then, and in came the same two guys who’d been escorting the recruits out the ring, walking Prim in as she clutched a towel to her stomach, her skin paling morewhen she laid eyes on Sharkey. Isaac’s hand wrapped around my wrist before I could dare take a single step towards them.
“She was there that night,” I muttered, my scowl deepening as I watched their fellow Ravagers escort her over to a bench, sitting her down. They got to work cleaning her up, and I couldn’t help but smirk as I took in the cut on her stomach. I got her ass good. She’d definitely need stitches. “At Fishnets. She talked to me.”
“We know,” was Isaac’s throat punching reply.
“You know?” I repeated, my brows furrowed.
“Yes,” Rhett replied, his lips tilted down in a miserable frown. “I called her and asked her to look out for you that night. To protect you just in case shit fell sideways.”
“It was my idea, Samara,” came Phantom’s oddly soft voice. He turned to face me then, his handsome face just as crestfallen as Rhett’s. “You have every right to be angry, but—”
“I don’t even care about that right now.” Surprisingly, it was the truth. What happened that night, happened, and I just wanted to move on from it. Was I angry? Of course I was. They should’ve told me. It sure as fuck wasn’t going to change anything, so I wasn’t going to waste my breath and time arguing over it. “What I’d really like to know is why she was so hell-bent on trying to fucking kill me tonight.”
“Because you’re a fucking Outlaw,” Prim sneered across the room, gritting her teeth as the guy kneeling in front of her pulled out a tube of what looked like surgical glue. “Damien sent you here to kill us. Xavier told me so. Sharkey too.”
“WHAT?” one the Ravager's helping Prim asked, looking over at us with wide eyes. The other one said nothing and finished disinfecting Prim’s wound before he grabbed the glue.
“God damnit.” Phantom scraped a flustered hand down his face. “Samara is not an Outlaw!”
“Don’t say anything else, Phantom.” Xavier entered the locker room and shut the door behind him, instructing the other Ravagers to finish sealing Prim’s stomach and to leave and keep their fucking mouths shut.
