Page 78 of In the Light of Sin

I wouldn’t tell them that I saw his face. That was something special to only him and me… and Darrell, apparently. Sharing it with others might spoil it. I’ve been keeping mine and Darrell’s conversation in, unable to talk to anyone about it. But these two might give me insight into the tension everyone seemed to have with him now. “Is everything okay with Darrell?”

That was not the question to ask. Their heads turned to me, and their usual carelessness turned to uptight as Tyrant’s friendly voice was clipped. “Club business, Jos.”

Or not. I knew when to stop when I was ahead, and Darrell was a touchy subject now between the brothers.

The lights dimmed, the spotlight stopping on the ramp as the three of us watched Sarge come down, pulling himself into the ring. His opponent, another cocky man who thinks the world won’t sock him in the face, tried to shake his hand, but Sarge turned his back to him and went to his corner.

The world might not hit him, but Sarge would.

The whistle entered the ref’s mouth, his cheeks hollowing before stepping back. Just like the last one, this one was dancing on his feet while Sarge stood there. Studying him and twisting his body to the left when he went in for a jab. His opponent looked confused, throwing another uncalculating punch as his teeth clenched in another series of hits. Sarge dodged every one until one hit threw him off balance. Sarge used it to his advantage, bringing his leg up to kick him in the back as he fell on his face.

Sarge straddled his back, gripping his curly locks and twisting the unsuspecting man on his back. Sarge cocked his arm back before his fist slammed into the pinned man’s face. I was deaf, but even I could hear his nose break. After that, it was just punch after punch. Each hit sent heat to my core as I tried not to embarrass myself in front of Tyrant and Knight.

I couldn’t help myself. Sarge was a gorgeous man, with or without his hood. Tyrant was right. These matches got me horny. More than I ever expected them to.

His bloodied opponent feebly tried to hit him, but Sarge dodged the punch, causing me to put a fingertip to my lips, thinking about our conversation when we were about to walk in.

“Don’t get hit tonight,’ I told him, my lips turning up seductively. “I might give you a reward if you don’t. I think your headboard deserves a new tally.”

“You’ll give it to me anyway.”

He’s right. I would. That man was going to need a new headboard soon. Especially watching the way his muscles rippled with every punch on his cocky opponent’s face. Sarge was the clear winner. He drew first blood. But he’s had a lot of pent-up frustration that beating the shit out of a gangbanger could bring.

Oh yeah, he was so getting laid after this.

“I can hear you panting from here,” Tyrant pointed out, making my face burn. Was I being that loud? Sarge fighting was so… sexy. The last time I was here, I was so focused on the pain in my ears and my worry for him I couldn’t thoroughly enjoy fighting for the art it was.

The referee stepped in, the man on the other side of Sarge’s brutal beating unmoving on the ground. Sarge stood up, not looking back as he hopped out of the ring to the dressing room he brought me in the night I snuck here to see him. Arms were flailing in the air as cheers resounded. Medics were on the platform, checking for a pulse as he shook his head at his partner.

Well, looks like Sarge killed another man. Maybe the fact he could easily take someone’s life should scare me, but those rough hands of his were gentle with me. He only showed me disrespect when my head was thrown back and his cock was hitting a delicious spot inside of me. I was fine with that. I began to head for the door, Knight’s hand on my arm stopping me. “Gotta wait until the crowd is gone. Sarge’s orders.”

My lips curled. “Since when do you listen to Sarge?”

“Technically, he’s our boss.”

I never knew that. I only knew the hierarchy of the club being Darrell, then Mitchell. Sarge didn’t exactly speak much about the club, just that he was in it. “He’s our Sergeant in Arms. Long story short, he keeps us in line, which is kinda ironic since when he loses his shit, he blacks out. The rest of us can handle our own, well, except V. Sometimes I think he’s on a mission to get himself killed.”

I didn’t know much about him besides the things Oakley told me about some routine habits he did when he watched her against her will. She’s given up on trying to force him to leave. He wouldn’t listen to her. “He doesn’t talk much.”

“Better that way.” Knight began to walk to the door, opening it before peeking around to make sure no one was wandering around. “That man is one you don’t fuck with. One wrong move, and that bat will be embedded in your skull.”

“He’s knocked me out before,” Tyrant cackled. Only he would laugh about getting hit with a wooden bat. “Man, that fuckin’ hurt. Was down with a concussion for over a week.”

“What did you say that pissed him off?”

He looked sheepish. “Nothin’ bad.”

“Bullshit,” Knight coughed into his fist before telling me to grab onto the back of his shirt so I didn’t get separated. “Askin’ him if he fucked his bat isn’t nothin’ bad.”

“Yeah, my first time meetin’ him was a trip.” I couldn’t help but laugh. Leave it to Tyrant to make lasting impressions on others, even if it wasn’t for good reason.

Knight led the way, my hand gripping the back of his dark button-up shirt as we made our way down the stairs. Tyrant was behind us, glancing every which way often to try to spot something suspicious. With each step closer to the outside, the more excitement I felt. Would Sarge be just as excited to see me? Or would he play it cool in front of his brothers?

Oh, I was gonna embarrass him if he decided to give me the brush off. Didn’t he know the knot I tied in our connecting string came with a contract in invisible ink? I was liable to pounce him whenever I spotted him. I guess I would have to show him that hidden clause.

We stepped outside into the crisp night air, the only company around the three of us being the trees and the stars in the sky. Sarge preferred to meet us out here, not knowing if anyone was going to be in the locker room, causing problems. Also known as, “I don’t know if people would be loud back here or if another man would try somethin’ with you, and I didn’t know if I’d get away with killin’ two people tonight.” Even though he was only supposed to draw first blood in his matches, he went in for the kill. Literally, I wonder what the excuse was this time?

Either way, I was fine with it. I remember being told all Sarge’s opponents were bad men with large egos, menaces to innocent people everywhere.

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