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“Elias. Dodger. Keep it clean.”
We sure as fuck wouldn’t do that.
I glanced at the announcer before he backed away from us. That was the signal to kill or be killed. Dodger charged me, bringing his right fist with him. I let him land the blow, so he followed it with several more to my abs and ribs. It hurt like hell but I didn’t bother moving until he swung at my face with a left hook. I stepped back then lunged forward catching him with an uppercut that connected under his chin, jerking his head back.
He growled, rushing me, dipping low enough to tackle me around the waist, trying to bring me down with him. When I didn’t fall, his fists landed against my lower back until I wrapped my arms around his neck and forced him away from me. I didn’t let go. I kept squeezing until the veins in his neck protruded and his face turned red.
“Let me go, you fucking lunatic.”
I smiled slowly and shoved hard, sending him crashing to his knees then I brought my elbow down on his head back-to-back. He stumbled to his feet, shaking his head. The crowd got louder but all the voices blended together. I had no idea which one of us they were rooting for nor did I care.
“You ready to really fight me now?”
I smirked and lowered my arms to my sides. He frowned, confused about what I was doing. But then I charged him, landing a left then right dead center of his face. Blood leaked from his nose and mouth as he released a low growl.
He rushed me again, landing several blows to my ribs and when I didn’t fight back it pissed him off even more.
“Fight me back, you fucking lunatic. They said you weren’t right in the head but now I see just how much. Your wife know how gotdamn crazy you are? Is that why she’s fucking off behind your back?”
White light flashed behind my eyelids, temporarily blinding my focus. “What the fuck did you just say?”
His lips curled into a snarl. “I said, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of your wife after I send you to the hospital.
Wife.
Wife
Wife.
The text from the other night flashed through my head and I snapped. I felt the exact moment when the scale tipped and I no longer had control. In a matter of seconds, I reached him. My fingers spread wide around his head and I squeezed with all my strength before slamming my knee into his face over and over again.
When I let go, he dropped to his knees then fell forward but I didn’t let up. I kicked him several times in the ribs until he flipped onto his back then I stomped his face, over and over again. Everything around me went mute.
Bodies rushed me, pulling me from Dodger’s bloody body then I was shoved back until I lost my balance and fell from the platform. My back hit then my head bounced against the concrete. My eyes rolled back in my head and I faded.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in my brother’s truck. He was staring at me with a look I recognized. I had fucked up. My body was sore and my head felt cloudy. The pain pushing through my skull made me feel nauseous.
“What just happened, Elias?”
“I took a few fights. It’s not a big deal. Needed to blow off some steam.”
I shifted from the passenger seat of his Bentayga Azure and tensed from the pain in my ribs.
“Four fucking fights. Do you realize how crazy that is? And if they hadn’t knocked you on your ass you would have killed the last guy. Do you know what the fuck that does to us? How it complicates everything we’re trying to do right now.”
I did but I wouldn’t admit that right now.
Couldn’t.
“You make some calls and it’s no longer a problem.”
That wasn’t necessarily true but right now my logic wasn’t exactly solid. My head hurt, my body hurt more, and all I kept thinking was that I wished I had killed that guy. I didn’t know why I wanted to, so badly until…
“My phone. Where the fuck is my phone?”
“What does it matter?”
“I need my gotdamn phone.” My eyes moved to the windshield trying to figure out where the hell I was. When I recognized my house, I turned to Ez. “Is she home? She’s here right.”
