Left to the cheek.
Right to the temple.
Left to the ribs.
Right to the jaw.
Left to the nose.
He pivoted left, then right, avoiding The Butcher’s right hook before he threw out his left, then his right, then left again.The Butcher was covered in blood, barely able to stand on his own two feet.He was too damn slow for Tavish, a disadvantage for the much larger man.
“Tavish!Tavish!”A voice called from the side of the ring, momentarily stealing Tavish’s attention.
He turned to find his brother Declan standing beside Dutch.A blow to his head had him stumbling over his own feet before another connected to his ribs, causing him to lose his breath.
Retreating away from the now-charging Butcher, Tavish took a deep inhale and forced himself to ignore the shocking sight of a brother he hadn’t seen in at least five years.
Right to the nose.
Left to the jaw.
Right to the ribs.
Left to the ribs.
Right to the ribs.
Left to the temple.
Right to the temple.
Down goes The Butcher.
Tavish stood, breathing heavily as blood dripped down his own face.
When the feck did that happen?
“To your corner!”the referee shouted at Tavish.
Retreating to Frank and Sam, he looked down at his brother.They had the same bright red hair as their father, the same blue eyes as their mother, but where Tavish was tall and broad, his brother was tall and thin.His nose was their mother’s, more pert than broad like Tavish’s.
“What the hell are you doing here?”he demanded, a pit forming in his belly.
“I’ve been looking for you for months!You have to come with me, now.There’s no time to waste,” Declan said, always straight to business.
“I’m not going any-fecking-where.If you haven’t noticed, I’m in the middle of a fight.”He threw his arms up, ignoring the beer Sam held out for him.
“This needs to wait.He’ll talk to you once he’s done!”Dutch yelled at Declan before he leaned across the rope.“You’ve got him!Just finish it now!”
“You’re still a selfish bastard!”Declan yelled at Tavish.“Da’s dead.He died a year ago while you were off fighting.Your family is on the verge of losing everything unless you come with me right fecking now, Tavish.”
Dead?No, that couldn’t be, he would know if his father was gone from this earth.All the breath left him, and suddenly he felt like a boy again.His eyes watered, a black hole formed in the center of his chest and his thirst for revenge against The Butcher suddenly meant nothing to him.
He needed to get to his mother.
Gone.His father was gone, and the last time they had spoken was in anger.
Tavish stood and walked out of the ring, jumping down to stand beside Dutch.“I’ll come back once I’m done with my family.”
