Page 63 of Consume Me

“He’s not in the ring because of me.”

“It’s not because of me either,” I say just in time to see Tyson reaching behind his neck. He pulls off his turtleneck, presenting his defined body.

The crowd is riveted as Blake and Tyson circle each other in the ring. Blake gestures with his hand for Tyson to come at him. Tyson chuckles and attacks him.

I shift in my seat as they exchange punches. It’s a ferocious fight. It’s also the longest fight I’ve ever witnessed.

“I had no idea Tyson could fight like that,” Kaden says matter-of-factly.

“Someone has to stop this madness,” I say in time to see blood spurting out of Tyson’s nose.

They both breathe heavily, but neither stops. They continue to exchange punches, both idiots grinning as if they’re enjoying it. I shouldn’t worry about either of them. They’re bigenough and apparently masochistic enough to keep going, but I can’t help myself.

Not being able to sit still for one more second, I stand up but Kaden pulls me back by my elbow. “Stay here. You’re going to distract Blake, which will cause him to make a mistake. And neither of us needs an even grumpier asshole.”

I just want them to stop already. I march through the throng of people, bumping into a girl. We look at each other for a second, recognition flaring in our eyes.

“You wanna stop this stupid match?”

Ivy nods. “Even though I should let that idiot die.”

As I look around, it’s like everyone has stopped breathing as they keep watching the fight. Sweat pours off Blake and Tyson, and their movements are sluggish, yet they continue fighting.

As I approach the ring, so does Ivy. I’m surprised that Tyson is still standing. Like a maniac, he comes at Blake again, grinning with a bloody mouth. Neither of them is mentally stable, that’s for sure. Blake punches him in the corner of his jaw, snapping his head to the side.

Ivy covers her mouth, eyes wide with fear. I place my hand on her shoulder to comfort her. She seems to breathe again only when Tyson recovers, but the moment he looks at her, she glares back at him.

“I will go out with her, Blake,” Tyson says, slamming a fist into Blake’s chest. “Make it hurt so she can kiss it better afterward.”

I roll my eyes at Tyson’s taunts, but they work. Blake’s gaze flits from me to Tyson. His pupils appear almost black as he shouts, “I’m going to kill you, motherfucker.”

Blinding rage and monstrous jealousy clash inside me, unleashing a rolling fireball through my veins. Letting out all my frustration, I pull my arm back before smashing my fist into the side of Tyson’s face, and he stumbles back.

One eye is closed, swollen from my hit.

From the corner of my eye, I see Mia waving at me and pleading with me to stop. No, he wants her. He’ll get her when he’s dead.

Desire for her buzzes under my skin.What did she turn me into?I had my fair share of hookups before I started working for my father, but I never wanted more than a quick release. Yet she—this girl, all purple and soft—is my downfall and damnation rolled into one.

Staying away gets harder and harder. Fighting this temptation, which becomes unbearable with every day, exhausts me—it’s a losing battle. The moment I saw her in that outfitmade to ravage my insides, I knew where I’d be and what I’d do.

He can touch her after I am done with him, but I’m going to break every bone in his body and stomp on his useless limbs on my way out.

A punch to my cheek jerks my jaw to the side. I snap my attention to the asshole who proved to be a more worthy opponent than I thought.

We exchange fists in a brutal whirlwind, only to retract to take a breather. It’s the most exciting fight I’ve had in a long time. Our bodies crash together, but then, his stepsister pulls me back. He grunts the moment she touches me. I barely contain the rage when I see Mia doing the same to him.

“The fight is over,” Mia announces.

“No,” we both groan.

I guess I am not the only one who needs to let off some steam. And with this asshole, I can give him my all and not be afraid to actually kill him.

“Fine, get yourself killed,” Ivy says, rushing past Tyson.

“Stay out of my fucking business,” he says, and she freezes for a moment.

Mia approaches me, placing her hands on my chest. “That’s enough.”

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