Page 51 of Deceit

“I don’t fuck dudes, asshole,” he snorts back. “I love pussy just like the—“

“Then keep your fucking eyes off my dick and throw the first punch so my buddy can have some fun with you.”

Mac glances over at Kyson then back at me. “I’m not fighting both of you at the same time. We’re gonna do this man to man.”

“And if I lose, you can walk home.”

“And if I lose?”

“Then I hope you like to bleed because what I have planned for you is gonna leave a scar.”

Mac begins to circle me, gaze glued to where I stand while I wait for him to throw the first punch.

It’s a thing of mine, waiting, giving me a reason to give up control on the other person.

When Mac has my back, he sucker-punches me in the neck to which I’m already ready for because I quickly pivot and slam my knuckles into his jaw.

My uppercut is next, sending him tumbling backward a step before he lunges for me. I dodge, letting him lose his balance, but he catches himself before face-planting into the ground.

My body shakes at the cool air against the sweat that’s beginning to form from the adrenaline.

I’m going to end this motherfucker tonight.

Not only did I watch him take Dad for no reason, but I recall struggling against one of their goons. His hard dick pressed into my back because watching someone die got him off.

I barely got away that night, was about to get passed around when I poked the dude holding me in the eye, and Kyson showed up. He helped me fight off another guy before we both sprinted towards the woods.

Two young kids who had to punch, kick, and bite just to survive.

Mac swings with his right as I evade him, responding back with a stiff jab to his ribcage.

Then Kyson shows up behind him, pinning his arms back and leaving him exposed just like Cam.

“Yo,” he snarls as blood drips from his face. “We said man against man.”

“We changed our minds,” Kyson replies, his tone emotionless and distant.

It actually kinda freaks me out as he stares at me, waiting for me to make a move—any move—that I want to.

“It really wasn’t man-on-man when you went after my dad, was it?” I hiss out. “I remember three of you kicking him while he was on fire after he jumped from the car. I think we should return the favor, but with a little twist, what do you say, Ky?”

“You’re speaking my language now, brother.” That triggers Mac to start thrashing around, attempting to pry himself free and hurling his heels into Kyson’s shins.

I flick my knife open and jab it into the soft flesh underneath Mac’s ribs, shanking him at least five times before Kyson lets him go. Mac immediately reaches for his side, crimson covering his palms as he turns a paler shade of white.

“I’m gonna kill you, Bishop,” he sneers through his crooked teeth.

I toss him my knife, to which he quickly and surprisingly catches. “Go ahead.”

The speed that Mac acquires with his new advantage is monumental as he rushes me.

He swings horizontally, his attempt clumsy to get me across the chest or in the gut, but I recoil just in time. With his right palm still on his wound, he gets more sloppy, lurching and veering the sharp weapon every which way.

The more he moves, the quicker he bleeds out.

I lift my hand and twirl my finger to tell Kyson we need to wrap this up. When Mac gets close enough to me, I knock the knife out of his grip while Kyson grabs a fist full of his hair, yanking back on his head.

My best friend’s blade comes up to his neck as he begins to peel the skin off his throat. Mac screams, thrusting his elbow into Kyson’s body.

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