She looked between Kenny and me, her confusion boiling over into anger.
My head snapped to her and I gave her the one look I didn’t really feel inside. Disgust. My eyes raked down over her mud covered body as my sneer grew, only for me to turn back to Kenny and huff out a laugh.
“You tell her, K-Dog.”
“Nothing,” he said through an arrogant but shaky voice. “Nothing at all. Drew’s obviously got the wrong idea.”
There were many things that made me spitting fucking angry in life, but people talking about me like I wasn’t even there was one of the main ones. If that’s how he wanted to play it, that’s how it was going to go down. My right hand curled even tighter, all my veins pumping in my arms as I triedto figure out a way to break his fucking jaw without losing Ayda in the process.
Pulling back slowly, I glared at him and lifted my hands to the edges of my cut. I had no idea of anyone else’s position, but as I slid it off my arms, I tossed it to Slater behind me before nodding to the side of us. My shoulders were rolling, my neck stretching from side to side before I lifted my finger in the air and pointed it right at Kenny.
“I’ve had enough of this bullshit. You and me… training room. Now.”
“Tucker, stop,” Harry shouted roughly, a loud cough filling the air as the rest of the crew around us began to whisper and mutter.
“Drew…” Ayda said, her eyes on Harry as he approached. “Don’t do this. You’re bleeding and pissed off. Let me just take care of your ear. Thentalkto Kenny.”
My eyes raked over her face before I shook my head and whispered sarcastically. “Go. Away. Ayda. Your Oprah bullshit can’t save this situation.”
“What the fu—” Her words seemed to get stuck in her throat as she looked beyond me. Whatever caught her attention had her closing her eyes and breathing in deep breaths. When they finally flickered open, she looked between Kenny and me. “Don’t do this. Please.”
The fact that she was so concerned over the skull fucking I was about to serve Kenny only made my anger flare to life even more. I’d had enough of people telling me what to do and what not to do, and as I looked back up at my brother and stared into his eyes, I knew he wanted this as much as I did.
“No gloves,” I breathed out, ignoring her completely before turning around and marching off towards the unit of thewarehouse.
“I’m not going to watch you do this, Drew,” she shouted after me. “This is ridiculous. When you feel mature enough to have a conversation, you know where to find me. This macho bullshit is…”Ayda trailed off, releasing a growled sigh of frustration at being silenced by whoever was closest to her.
I wanted to shout back that this macho bullshit was life in the club, but I knew ‘if you don’t like it, you know where the fucking gate is’ would probably come back to haunt me later. Right then, all I could think about was Kenny’s smug face as he realized my girl was pissed at me, not him.
Pushing through the door, I made my way into the middle of the room, the sound of my pack’s heavy boots against the hard floor the only noise to fill the air. Not one person spoke until Harry came charging in, pushing through the men as he wheezed to a stop in front of me.
“Son, this won’t solve anything.”
I peered up at him through my heavy brows, my nostrils flaring as I shook out my arms and bounced from side to side on the balls of my feet.
“I know all you’re seeing is red,” he rambled on. “But Kenny can’t beat you.”
My eyes closed slowly as a small smirk played on my lips. I still didn’t talk.
“You’ll kill him.”
“I know.”
“This ain’t right.”
“I want to kill him. What y’all can’t get your heads around is that he wants to kill me even more.”
“Kenny?”
“You’ll see,” I said calmly, nodding to the side for him toget the fuck out of the way as I watched Kenny walk in. None of my brothers said or did anything to either one of us, and it was only when Kenny shrugged out of his cut and ran his hands over the top of his hair that I saw the fight there in his eyes.
The natural laws of a good fight meant that the men in the room had formed a circle around us before we could even see it happening. My feet were planted firmly on the floor, my shoulders back as I stared down at my opponent and watched him work out and warm up the muscles in his arms.
Slater moved into the circle, one hand sweeping across his forehead as he held out both hands for us to head over to him. I glared at him like he was fucking stupid. This wasn’t a boxing match. There was to be no referee. This was a street fight. Kenny wanted at me and I was gonna give him exactly what he wished for. Then I was going to break him.
“No need. This won’t take long,” I said flatly, shaking my head at Slater.
“That’s what worries me.” He sighed, shrugging his shoulders and moving back into the line.
