Page 28 of Bratva Butcher

Why the fuck does it feel good?

I squeezed, those unwanted feelings helping fuel my anger. There was no denying the fact that I enjoyed watching her struggle. Choke. Gasp for air. I had no qualms killing a woman. Women had proved to me time and time again that they were deadly, vicious creatures and shouldn’t be underestimated just because they had a pair of tits and a pussy. If anything, thatmade themmoredangerous. Men were easily distracted by that shit.

“Stop! Stop it!” someone from my left yelled. Another prisoner?

“Mind your own business,” I snarled, never taking my eyes off Autumn. I told her I was going to watch her die, and I fucking meant it.

I had to give it to her, though, she was one tough son of a bitch. Even so close to death, there wasn’t even a flicker of fear in her eyes. She held my gaze, glaring at me with nothing but burning anger and hatred. No fear.

“You’re going to kill her!”

“Good,” I smiled evilly, squeezing even harder. Her face started changing colour. She bucked. Thrashed. Strained to get free.

And still, no fear.

A sliver of admiration cut through me. I valued strength in a person. I despised weakness, and it was becoming quite clear that Autumn didn’t have an ounce of weakness in her.

“But she’s your partner in the games!”

I stiffened. “What?!” I barked, my head snapping in the direction of the female voice.

Big mistake.

That brief lapse in focus was all Autumn needed to take control.

She somehow managed to yank one of her hands free, and then struck me hard across the side of the head. She connected with a fresh cut already on my forehead—probably inflicted sometime during my own fights in the ring—and the blow jarred me, making me let her go and stumble back.

Autumn fell to her knees, one hand at her throat as she sucked in a huge breath of air. I thought she’d come charging at meagain, but instead, she went running to the bars that separated us from the woman who spoke.

“What the fuck do you mean I’m his partner?” she rasped, her voice barely above a whisper.

The woman wasn’t someone I recognised from the fights earlier. She was tall, with broad shoulders and short, curly red hair. She backed away the moment Autumn got close, almost as if she feared she would attempt to kill her through the bars.

Something that crazy, devil woman would surely try.

“I told you to leave it alone, Rebecca,” her cellmate grunted, crossing his arms over his burly chest. “The less they know, the better our odds are. One less pair to worry about.”

“That’s not fair, Gregory.”

“Who the fuck cares about being fair? We’re fighting for our lives here.”

I ran my eyes over the room again, this time looking at things from a different perspective in light of the new information. Twelve cages, each home to two prisoners, one man and one woman.

I groaned, burying my face in my hands as I dropped into a low crouch.

A pairs fight? With Autumn as my partner? It couldn’t get any fucking worse.

“What?” Autumn demanded. “What do you know?”

When I didn’t answer, she marched over to me and whacked my hands away from my face. I glared up at her.

“What. Do. You. Know?” she growled out behind clenched teeth.

“A great deal more than you, I’m sure.”

“Do you know I’m going to shove my foot so far down your throat that it’s going to pop out your ass if you don’t start fucking talking?”

I jumped to my feet, using my full height to tower over her. “Considering you were at death’s door mere moments ago, I’d suggest you get the fuck out of my face before you find yourself there again.”

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