Fuck. I’m losing my footing.
He punched the dick of the guy closest to him, and Hugo bellowed out a curse even as he curled over.
“Knife!” Agnes’s shout. “That bastard has a knife. I thought there were no weapons! He’s breaking the rules, the sonofabitch!”
He had a flash of her red hair. Javion should have been holding her back, but, suddenly, Agnes was there. She jumped on Levi’s back. Levi—big, blond, far stronger than her, the Texas cowboy who’d proven he never fought fair time and time again. The prick who did have a knife because the blade glinted beneath the sun.
And he…
Levi sliced that knife back toward Agnes as he tried to shake her off him. “Bitch!”
Oh, the fuck, no.
Bodies slammed into Cass again. Men he’d taken down who had gotten back up to come at him again. They rushed in, thinking he was going to lose the battle.
An inhuman roar poured from him. Because he’d seen that knife going toward Agnes.
And Agnes…
Red hair hit the ground. He saw her on the ground.
A killing fury consumed him. Everything around him turned red as a haze of fury utterly devoured Cass. He stopped holding back. Because, yeah, he fucking had been. These were his men, after all. His MC. Not like he’d wanted to kill them.
Until he’d seen the knife go toward Agnes.
And he began to destroy. His hands moved in rapid-fire attacks. He used his full strength. The attacks were constant. Brutal. Bone jarring.
Bone breaking.
He was hit, too, but the blows just fired him up all the more. The men fell around him. Axel. Ronnie. Bear went down with a bellow and a crash hard enough to shake the earth. Then it was Hugo. Hugo actually held his hands up and backed away. Light glinted off the chains around his neck.
“Done!” Hugo shouted. Blood dripped from his nose and lips. “Done!”
Mathus swung with his left hand—he was a southpaw with a powerful fist—but Cass caught that fist, and then he slammed his head right into Mathus’s.
“Aw, fuck,” Mathus breathed. “Enough…Done.” His face twisted in pain, making the scar on his face heave and coil.
Cass let the bastard fall. Breath heaving, hands fisted, he whirled for Agnes.
She was still on the ground. But…no, she was on top of Levi. Levi was on the ground. Agnes straddled him. Her knees pushed into the dirt on either side of Levi’s body, and she had a knife pressed to his throat.
“Pretty sure no knives were supposed to be involved,” she snapped. “You must have heard Javion. I heard him.”
Was that a bruise on her cheek? It sure as fuck looks like a mark. Still red…as if someone had hit her, and the mark would soon become a bruise.
A growl broke from Cass.
She did not glance his way. Instead, her fierce focus remained on Levi and on the blade that she had against his jugular. “I distinctly remember Javion saying this was supposed to be a hand-to-hand affair. Hand-to-hand, not knife-to-hand because that’s not fair. But you tried to break the rules. Granted, I am new to the lifestyle here, but that sort of thing seems wrong?—”
An inhuman cry broke from Levi as he grabbed her hips. He surged upward, ignoring the knife that she held against his throat. The bastard probably thought that Agnes would not actually use it on him.
But she did.
Blood flowed over his neck. And even as Levi grabbed her by the hips, Agnes was sending her left elbow careening into his nose.
Crunch.
Bones had to break. A distinct sound.
