Fury (New Adult Romance) - #1.5 Fierce Series (38 page)

I roar from frustration and because I’m feeling victorious. The
audience goes mad with me.
“Who’s the motherfucking
Hunter?”

“You are!” the crowd chants.

One of the hookers standing near the sidelines fans herself while
staring at me. She picks up a bottle of water and brings it to me, which I’ll
gladly accept. I’m heating up like a motherfucking radiator, so I pour the water
over my head. Refreshing.

The guys drag Killer out of the cage, and Wes closes the door again,
locking me inside. I know I wouldn’t stand a chance if I tried to escape now;
he’s got his buddies watching me, too.

I keep my gaze on the crowd, trying to make them excited so they get
all riled up. I want them to see me as the victor so they’ll be cheering me on
once I get out of this cage alive. I don’t want them against me once I break
out and beat the crap out of Wes.

As I scan the audience, my eyes fall on the face of the girl who
stole my heart. And now that I realize she’s here, it’s shattering, too.

I can’t believe she’s here.

Why the fuck did she come? How did she get in? Shit!

She’s biting her lip, her body shaking as she stares me down.

I don’t even have time to yell at her before someone grabs my shirt,
hauls me back from the cage, and pounds me in the back. Fuck! That hurts.

Blood spills from my mouth. I need to defend myself, so I kick
backward in a desperate attempt to free myself from my attacker. Luckily, I hit
him in the nuts. Panting, I turn around. I get angrier than I even thought I
could be. It’s that fucking son of a bitch, one of the Bentley boys who tried
to rape my girl. Fuck him. He won’t get out alive this time.

“I’m going to kill you!” he yells.

I crack my knuckles, waiting for him to make the first move. I’m
holding back all my fury for that one blow I have prepared for him.

Suddenly, a scream pulls me from my concentration. “Hunter!” Leafy
screams. “Knife!”

I turn my head toward her because my attention always goes out to
her first. But the guy launches at me with his fist first, punching me right in
the face.

I feel myself being shoved back into the bars, the pain stinging in
both my back and my nose.

Shit. I’m getting distracted because of my girl, and it’s not good.
But I spotted the knife she was talking about. I’m going to use it against him.

Wiping the blood from my nose, I charge at him with full force,
ramming him in the chest and neck area with two fists. He winces, buckling
over, but quickly regains his posture. Then he pulls out the knife.

“I’m going to fuck you up so bad, you can start calling yourself a
lady from now on,” he says.

He holds out the knife, and the crowd boos in response. I know I’m
in danger, and that this is a life or death situation, but I have no choice. I
need to get out alive, and for that, he needs to die.

He thrusts the knife forward, and I can barely avoid it by jumping
back each time. This cage doesn’t give much room to escape. I’ll have to face
him head-on.

When he pokes at me again, I grab his arm and twist it, breaking the
bone. He screams in agony, and I snatch away the knife, stabbing it in his own
chest. He squeals like a pig, and for a moment I’m fucking happy. This guy … he
deserves to die.

I slam him to the floor, pounding in on him as hard as I can. The
blood on my knuckles could be from either of us, but I don’t care. I’m fucking
wasting him.

I continue until his muscles start to twitch, until his entire face
is botched up, and until his blood is spilled out on the floor. Once I’m sure
he’s unconscious, I take the knife from his chest and get up from the floor.
Tucking the knife in my back pocket, I hope nobody has seen it.

My head is spinning, though. I’ve taking so many blows and hits that
I feel like I might collapse. But I can’t. I won’t let myself give up. I won’t
stop until this is over.

“Hunter.”

When I hear her voice I’m instantly pulled back into reality. I turn
around and see her scared, teary-eyed face. Oh, God.

I step forward and grab her hand through the bars. “Fuck. I can’t
believe you came here.”

“I can’t either. What the hell are you doing? Is this just for the
money?” It feels terrible when she jerks her hand away from mine. I want to
hold her and tell her everything’s going to be okay.

“No, wait, let me explain,” I say, and I reach for her hand, but she
scowls and pulls away. It tears what’s left of my heart to shreds. When I look
at the blood on my hands I realize nobody would want to touch me like this. I
look horrendous.

“Why are you doing this? How could you …” she stammers.

“They found out Jaret and I were looking for the boss. They put me
in here as a punishment, so I could regain his trust.” Or so he could kill me …

“Why would you agree to that?” she screams, tears welling up in her
eyes. “You just beat people up in here, and you think that’s okay?”

“I need to do this. There’s no other way. Besides, I can’t get out,
they locked me in here.”

“Why in the hell would you let them do this to you?”

“There’s no other way to save my brother. I need their trust, so I
can finish this.” I lean forward, putting my head through the bars. “Listen to
me. I never wanted you to see this, but you have to go, right now.” I’m lying
to her now, but I don’t want her to know that they put me in here against my
will. I don’t want her to be scared, but she really needs to go, because I
don’t want her to witness this either.

“Why?”

“Because it’s fucking dangerous in here. And now I finally
understand why they got you in here. They’re testing me by using you.” They
know she’s my girlfriend, so they let her in here to make me see that they’re
the boss. That I have no way out. Well … I’ll show them.

“Where did you get the tickets?” I ask.

“What does that have to do with any of this?”

“It’s important. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t. C’mon!” I snap.

“Jaret gave them to me. He said he got them from Brody.”

“Fuck!” I slam the bars with my already brittle fists. “This is
really bad.” This only confirms my suspicion of them trying to drag her into
this.

“Brody just helped me understand what the hell it is you’re doing
here,” she says.

“No! Don’t you see? He gave you those tickets so he could use you
against me.”

“What? But he―”

“He’s not who you think he is!” I yell. “He wants to have power over
me, and he’s using you to do it. You have to get away from here as fast as you
can. You’re in danger. I’m the one they’re after. I don’t want you to get
hurt.”

“What are you talking about?” she says, her face full of revulsion.

“Jaret and I found out who the courier was.”

She crosses her arms, closes her eyes, and sighs out loud. She’s not
taking me seriously, and now she’s even turning her head away from me.

“Listen!” I yell. “The courier was Scarlet.”

Her mouth drops open. “What? Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. She was diverting our attention every time. Her
buying drugs from us was just a diversion to make us think nobody knew who the
courier was.”

“But she’s dead!” Tears are running down her cheeks now.

“Time for the next round, bud. Stop chatting up your girlfriend,”
Wes muses, laughing a little. Fuckface.

I focus my attention on Leafy again. “Yes, she’s dead. That’s
exactly why I’m telling you you’re in danger. You have to go. Now.” I glance
back and forth between her and Wes, knowing he’ll put a new guy in the cage
soon.

“Time’s up,” Wes says, and he opens the cage and signals for another
guy to step inside. Fuck. I don’t have any more time.

“Go. Home. Now!” I say, holding onto the bars for dear life. I don’t
want her to witness me fighting like this, but I also don’t want her to get
hurt. She should avoid Brody at all costs.

She starts backing up from the cage, shaking her head like she
refuses to believe what I just told her. She needs to pull herself together.
She’ll get herself killed if she doesn’t get to safety. I can’t lose her …

“And whatever you do, do not go to Brody. Do you hear me? Don’t go
to him!” I yell, my voice strained with fear. “Promise me! Do
not
go to
him. I don’t want you to get hurt. I can’t get out of here. Please, don’t put
yourself in danger.”

But she’s already turned around and started running. Fuck. FUCK!

I slam the cage with my fists, furious that she’s probably gone to
talk to him. If she tells him what I just told her, he’ll kill her too. I can’t
let that happen. I need to get out of here so I can save her.

I turn around, looking my opponent straight in the eye as he stalks
toward me. This man, this cage, this entire club won’t hold me back from her or
my brother. No one.

Chapter
29

Sweet Revenge

The guy in front of me just stands there, cracking his knuckles,
waiting for me to make the first move. I decide that it’s now or never. If I
want to get out, I’ll have to be quick and decisive.

So I charge at him at full speed and right before I hit him in the
chest, I maneuver to the left, take out the knife, and jab it in his waist. He
grunts, collapsing underneath me, and I give him a knee to the face. It
instantly knocks him out cold.

From a distance I can see Wes staring at me, his eyes widening and
then narrowing again, his lips slammed together. He doesn’t look too happy.
Good. I want him pissed. I want him in here, now, so I can rip off his head and
be done with this.

He roars and shoves a guard aside, snatching the keys from his hand.
“Give me that!” Frantically, he opens the cage and throws the keys back on the
table. “Nobody gets in or out until either one of us is dead!” he yells,
sealing our fate.

Fine. If that’s the way he wants to play it, I’m all game. I wanted
to kill him the moment I set my eyes on him. Now that I finally have a chance I
won’t let it go.

The moment he steps into the cage the air feels thick and full of
rage. The usual smirk on his face has been replaced with a look of outrage and
hatred. I savor it.

Wes charges at me, surprising me with a drop kick. I’m knocked back
into the cage bars, a loud, painful groan escaping my mouth as I land on the
ground.

He crawls up immediately. “You want to die? No problem.” From the
corner of my eye I see him take the knife from the guy’s body and wipe it on
his shirt. As I get up from the floor, he gets ready to attack me with the
knife.

“You’re lousy entertainment, you know that? I know how to give them
a show,” Wes muses as he twirls the knife in his hand. I look around the cage,
trying to find anything to defend myself with, but there’s nothing tangible I
can use to smack him. I settle for the same strategy as I used earlier: just
wait until they attack and then snatch the knife away from them by slamming
their arm in the weak spot.

“C’mon, chicken,” he taunts. “Or are you too scared?”

I snort. “I’ve been waiting for this moment a long time.”

He chuckles. “I bet you have.” With the knife pointed forward he
storms at me, poking at me from different directions. I can barely avoid
getting gouged, but I manage to slap the knife from his hand. He laughs, grabs
me by the throat and lifts me into the air like I weigh nothing.

“You little fucker …” he says, throwing me down on the floor. He
takes a swing at me, pounding me in the face. Wincing, I buckle and punch him
in the leg. Stumbling, he goes and grabs the knife. Quickly lunging over me, he
points it at my face. Shit.

Desperate to survive, I clamp onto his wrists, pushing him back with
all my power. The murderous look on his face speaks volumes. I put all my
strength into raising my legs and kicking him back. The knife is still in his
hands as he falls down.

“Hey!” someone whispers.

I’m vaguely aware of someone standing behind me, and I turn around
to look straight into Jaret’s eyes. His face is hidden behind a mask, but I can
tell it’s him from the look in his eyes. That look I used to trust.

He slides up his sleeve and takes out a small pocket knife, slipping
it through the bars next to my head. “Kill him,” he whispers, and then he turns
around and walks to the other end of the room, keeping his eyes on me at all
times.

I snatch the pocket knife from the floor at the same time Wes
charges at me. One good aim and I throw it straight at his face. The sound it
makes when it cracks his skull is eerie. The knife is lodged between his eyes.

Like a bag of sand he drops to the floor.

And suddenly it’s all over.

An ending so weak it’s almost laughable. Pathetic.

He looks disturbing, sickening even, but I don’t care. I killed him.
I fucking killed a human being.