Reaper barges in to check things out.
“Outside now!” Havoc demands of me. I know what he wants and if that is going to help him get over this, then so be it. Hell, it might make me feel better too.
Havoc storms out of the room and through the bar area catching everyone’s attention. Grabbing my phone off the pool table, I make a quick call.
“Hello?” She sounds so sexy when she’s still asleep.
Focus, Stone.
“Did you and Havoc kiss yesterday at the bridge?” I accuse more than ask.
“That’s not what happened.” I can tell she’s more awake now, and my heart has stopped waiting for an explanation. “Havoc told me that he still loved me and then kissed me. I didn’t return it at all. I pushed him away and told him I didn’t feel the same, warned that if he ever did that to me again I’d knock his block off.”
I believe her. Havoc is just upset and has lost his first love. And that’s a hard pill to swallow, again. To love someone when they don’t return it is a tough blow. Although, if he was truly in love with her then why has he been with all those whores since she’s been back in town? Deep down I think he knows it’s never going to happen between them ever again.
“All right, babe, go back to sleep. I’ll call you later.”
“Is everything okay, Kane?” I can hear the worry in her voice.
“Everything is perfect, Wildcat. I’ll see you soon.” Hanging up I hear the thumping of boots behind me as I make my way out to the back of the clubhouse.
Outside I see Havoc taping up his hands and has already removed his cut and shirt. Following suit, I remove my cut, holster, and shirt and place them over a bench near the ring.
We hold fights here sometimes to let the brothers have a way to blow off some steam. When other chapters come in, we hold a tournament with money on the line for the winner.
Brass helps me tape up my hands before I get in the ring ready to pound some sense into this little fucker. Right now he’s not the VP of my club, but a guy who’s touched my woman. I’m a raging bull at the moment, and Havoc just happens to be on the receiving end.
Brass hops into the ring and yells out the rules.
“First one who taps out or is knocked out is the loser. No eye gouging or any of that cheap shot shit. May the best man win,” he calls out then walks over to the side and yells, “FIGHT!”
Havoc and I circle the perimeter of the ring sizing each other up. He’s a mean motherfucker about an inch taller than me. We’re the same build of solid muscle and could kill a fucker with our bare hands. Both Havoc and I advance on each other. He’s a scrappy fighter but is very impatient. I like to sit back and think things through before attacking which is my advantage right now. Havoc is all over the place hoping to land a lucky shot that’ll knock me out. He should know by now that it takes more to knock me out than a single punch. I’ve got a lot riding on this, and I plan to school his ass.
Havoc lunges with a right cross that I block. I throw a body punch to the stomach catching him off-guard. He snaps an upper cut and throws me off balance hitting me with a one-two punch to the face.
I rush towards him to get him in a clench. Grabbing him in a headlock, I bring my knee up to his stomach and knock the wind out of him. I follow up with a fist to the face catching his left eye. His face turns but follows up clocking me on the side of my face close to my temple. It stuns me, but I keep pushing forward.
Punch after punch, we continue this for a while. We are both gassing out and fast, but then a picture shoots into my brain of Havoc kissing my wildcat. Reaching back, I slug the shit out of him before he can connect to my face. Havoc stumbles backwards and lands on his ass looking dazed. I march up to him, grab a fist full of his short hair, making him look at me.
“Don’t you ever touch my woman again. Got that?” I don’t wait for a response before I slam another punch to his sweet spot, and it’s lights out for him.
Ding. Ding. Ding. TKO and the fight is over. I rung his bell. It won’t be something he forgets for a while.
I hear the brothers all around us hollering and cheering. Riot goes and checks on Havoc while Brass comes over and helps remove the tape from my bloody hands.
“I take it that you guys had that talk, huh?” Brass pipes up and Reaper hands me a beer instead of water to drink.
They have Havoc sitting up on a stool, he’s aware of his surroundings, but he’s still is a little out of it.
“Take him to his room and have one of the club whores watch over him,” I tell Riot as Reaper answers his phone.
“Prez, it’s Bender from the Tucson Chapter.” He walks over and hands me the phone.
“What can I do for you, Bender? We still on with the run in a few days, right?” I ask the VP.
“Actually, we’re almost to the clubhouse. Had a tip that our warehouse was gonna be raided and we hightailed it out of there. I know we’re early, but I thought we could leave out early in the morning. I’d like to put as much distance behind us as possible.”
“Sure thing, brother. We can leave before daybreak tomorrow.”
