Page 30 of Tainted Essence

Knox

You fucking cunt!

Xan

You’re fucking dead, motherfucker!

Me

@Lake, @Wave, your boys are being mean to me.

Me

@trey, I have always liked you the most man, straight up I hope the baby looks like you and not that ugly fucker.

Trey

*Crying face emojis* Amen to that brother!

Xan

Fuck off, @trey

Lakeland

Knoxville Bronson!

Knox

Fuck! I’m out.

Waverly

Grayson, get here now.

Xan

I’m gonna fuck you up you little snitch bitch, @taylan

Xan

Coming, babe.

I shove my phone in my pocket and frown at the sight of three guys carrying one of the guys from the makeshift ring. “Give me two minutes to hype the crowd, then come out. Give your shit to Nole, he'll hold it for you.” I look at the guy beside Riley and nod, tug my shirt off and hand him that, my phone and wallet. I bounce on the balls of my feet and shake my arms out while cracking my neck from side to side. I can feel the adrenaline beginning to course through my body as I hype myself up.

“He’s got brass knuckles on.” I spin around and stare down at the blonde demon with wide eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing out of the?—”

She cuts me off before I can continue. “The driver's window was down. That’s not the point, his hands are strapped, he has brass knuckles. Taylan, you need to stay out of his reach.” I glare at Destiny for a second longer before following her line of sight. A large bald-headed guy with pale skin stands across the lot staring right at me. The crowd begins to go wild when Riley announces I’m fighting. “The guy beside him is Allen Rhodes, he used to train at our gym but was kicked out when we found out he was juicing his fighters and cheating. All his fighters wear brass under their tape.”

“Shit.” I have at most thirty seconds before I have to enter the ring. I look around trying to find something to use but I can’t see shit around all the people.

“The keys!” I scrunch my face in confusion. “Use the fucking keys, Taylan!” she snaps before pushing me forward. I pat my pocket and sure enough, Riley’s keys are in there.

“You stay right fucking there!” I shout, she rolls her eyes and pulls the hood further over her forehead and waves me away like I’m a pesky fly. I make my way to the center of the makeshift ring to stand beside Riley. The juiced-up fucker saunters toward us with a broad grin on his face, he has at least a foot of height on me and is broader but that doesn’t mean shit.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall.

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