"That is good ol' Sammy boy. He is the brother who was a year older than Andrew. He is scrappy as fuck from what I remember Andrew saying about his fighting. He used to get into fights all the time at school." I nod as I finish wrapping the tape around my knuckles and turn around; it's time to get into the zone.
The crowd starts to go wild when we walk up to each other.
"You seriously are going to protect that lying, cheating, crazy, ugly bitch?" He snarles every word, and I let each one sink in, letting it fuel me before I let it rain hell on this dumb fucker.
"Hmm, I didn't know that you knew Rachel that well. As far as I remember, it was your brother who was the liar, and let's not forget all the bullshit he got into and tried to sell Rachel for. He is the one who cheated, and he was the dumbass crazy enough to kick a pregnant woman into a fucking wall and kill their baby. It's not my fault that she fought back, and he was too weak to handle her. " I smile at him, and I can see the war raging in his eyes, as we circle each other. I am done talking. This fight needs to start so I can finish off this fucker and then his brothers.
Sam swings first, hitting me in the jaw. The entire crowd goes wild with the first contact, signaling the start of the fight.
There is one rule I have always had while fighting.
They only get one hit, and then they are fucked.
Chapter thirty-four
Rachel
Iamsittinghere,hands shaking as I watch every move that Alex makes; I swear, if Sam hurts him, I will lose my shit and all hell will break loose. I know that's ironic, because we are in an underground fight club. I need to make sure that no one interferes with the fight because if what Alex said was true, he would be winning this match quickly, and Sam would not be making it out of the rink at all. I pull out my phone and send a text to Olivia.
Me: Perimeter set? Are you out of the way? Is the baby ok?
Olivia: Holy shit, woman. I am pregnant, not fucking dying. Yes, I am fine. Yes, the baby is fine. We are ready to go when you are.
I smile at my phone because I know she is fine, but seeing her get fired up makes me giggle, and right now, I could use that. My mind starts to wander back to her, in all black, with her rifle strapped around her. It was so fucking sexy.
I know Oliver and his guys will keep her safe, because heaven fucking forbid the damn woman just stay the fuck home. I swear I was tempted to chain her ass to the bed just to make her stay at home, but Alex sided with her. Fucking pussy whipped.
I look back up and see Alex and Sam circling each other, Sam sneaking a snarling glance at me every chance he gets, and I, of course, have to give him a flirty smile and wave just to piss him off more.
After a glance at me, Sam swings and hits Alex straight in the jaw. Alex's head snaps to the side, and instantly, I see red. I grab onto the chair in front of me to stop myself from going out there and killing Sam myself. I know Alex can handle this, but it doesn't mean I have to like watching. Sam looks back at me and smiles like he just won the lottery.
Alex twists his head to crack his neck on each side and gives Sam a menacing smile. Ohhhh, he fucked up. I see the evil in Alex's eyes; the only other time I have seen this look was when we were headed to the auction to get Olivia. The Starr brothers will be lucky if all they have to do is pick up their brother off the floor and nothing worse, like scrape up his guts with a shovel.
Sam swings at Alex again but misses as Alex ducks and punches Sam right in the stomach. Sam doesn't look phased at all. He swings out his leg to try to trip Alex, another failure on Sam's part.
Alex finally steps forward and hits Sam square in the face, causing his head to snap to the side, and as soon as Sam gets his bearings, Alex hits him from the other side, sending punch after punch to Sam's face. Sam steps back, trying to get out of Alex's rapid fire, but it's no use. Alex slides his leg back and trips Sam, causing him to fall on the ground. Using the momentum, Alex does some mid-air punches, causing Sam to hit the ground harder and faster. I swear it’s something that I would have seen in a movie. Once Sam is on the ground, Alex keeps hitting him, not letting up even a centimeter.
The crowd is going wild, and my eyes are focused solely on Alex. Sam is finished; he will be lucky to get out of here alive.
I am so distracted, screaming and cheering for Alex, that I don't notice the arms moving around my midsection and chest until I get pulled back, taking the breath out of my lungs. The smell of cigarette smoke and stale beer invades my senses.
I fling my head back, trying to headbutt whoever was ballsy enough to grab me, but they move out of my way, and my head hits their shoulder bone, causing them to grunt.
That grunt. I recognize it all too well. It sounds exactly like Andrew. It has to be one of his stupid brothers who has me, but I will be damned if they take me, and if they do, they will have to fight for that. He walks backwards into the crowd, dragging me with him.
"ALEX!" I scream, just before a large, rough hand clamps down over my mouth. Panic jolts through me like lightning.
Instinct takes over.
I sink my teeth into his palm, hard enough to taste blood. He jerks his hand back with a curse, but I am already thrashing, kicking, anything to get out of his grip. How fucking dare he put his hands on me?
"ALEX!" I scream a second time, trying to be heard over the crowd's noise. I feel a sharp pain in my cheek. That's when I notice that whoever the fuck has me just slapped my face, and another guy places a piece of duct tape over my mouth.
Alex turns around, searching the crowd for my voice. I see the panic rise in his eyes as soon as his eyes meet mine. He jumps out of the ring and starts running through the crowd in my direction, but no one is moving out of his way, and he is having to push and shove his way to me.
I reach my hand down towards the waistband of my pants. If I can get to my knife, I can stab this fucker and get out of their grip. The Starr brothers' arms tighten around my chest harder, pinning my arms to my side so tightly that it's starting to cut off circulation.
Alex is right behind us when we reach the door, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me towards him. The Starr brother, who is holding me, doesn't loosen his grip, and now I am basically the rope in a tug of war competition. This shit fucking hurts. I hear Alex growl, and his grip slides from my waist to my legs.
