Page 79 of Body Lock

Big D stumbled back, holding his throat. Every muscle in his body firmed, his solid jaw cocking out in anger.

I wasn't sure how long I was expected to keep this up. Louis wanted me to go down, to give into the beast ready to tear my fucking head off.

The energy in the room was electric, the screams and hoots filled my ears, every eye was fixed on us in a hungry gaze.

Turning my attention back to my opponent, his hands jetted up again as he charged me. Gripping my shoulders, he tried to throw me to the ground. Grabbing his wrists, I twisted out and kneed him in the ribs.

Releasing a gut wrenching growl, Big D landed on his knees. Holding his side, he tried to stand. Quickly I laid into his face, connecting with his jaw. His head whipped towards his shoulder, falling on the mat, he sat dazed.

Catching the Macro in the corner of my eye, he jumped from his seat, eyes wide, eagerly watching, waiting for him to pick himself back up. That was the first sense of fear I had seen in Cadence's father. His face flooded with worry, hopeful I hadn't just fucked up his plan.

He was expecting me to give in, take the loss for him, and let his ego grow.

But I had decided right when I entered that fight, I wasn't giving into him.

I was going to win.

Cadence was clutching her chin, a slender finger divided her lips. Her eyes were on me, but her mind was someplace else. She looked terrified.

Big D pushed himself up, his feet unsteady, eyes spinning in his head as he tried to regain his balance.

I drew my hand back, fist tightly rounded, fingers tucked in deep. I was going to finish this, knock him the fuck out and be done. It didn't bother me anymore that Louis had tried to use her against me. I had already won Cadence, and now I was going to win this match.

There was no way he could actually force her into the arms of someone else, not anymore. That brought me comfort, knowing she had tore herself from him.

The Macro's eyes fixed on mine, his head shaking a slow, barely visible no. Even from where I stood, the white's of his eyes exploded in red veins.

Smirking in his direction, I did exactly what his silent plea was telling me not to do... I let my fists take control.

Punch after punch rained down on Big D, his arms hovering over his face, trying to deflect my blows. But it did nothing.

I felt his face turning soft beneath me, his arms falling soundlessly next to his head. Blood had started to run in small streaks from his nose, his face swollen and puffy, thick breathing loudly seeped out of his lungs.

But I didn't lose control, I didn't go into white hot rage, and pound him into an unrecognizable pulp.

No, because that's not who I was.

When his eyes rolled back, body falling limp, I stopped. Lifting to my feet, the crowd surged in loud screams. Turning to face the Macro, I nodded in his direction, holding out one finger towards him.

My chest was tight, and sore, but the smile still filled my face. And as I watched his face drift between anger and confusion, I mouthed voiceless words.'Just for you.'

I was never his pawn, he had become mine. And I stole his last thread of control.

Turning to find Cadence, a loud bang rang out through the room, the roar of the crowd was replaced with screams. The words started off muffled, expanding into fear-filled insanity. People began to dart in all directions, the hoard of onlookers bouncing into each other in confusion and eagerness to disappear.

“This is the police!” A group of cops had stormed in from the entrance, their guns raised up to their ears. Some of the police were dressed in full swat gear, sweeping their weapons around the crowd, others stayed dormant, covering the exit.

Immediately, I launched out of the ring, and ran to where Cadence had been standing. After a moment of panic, I found her with her head spinning wildly, trying to grasp what was going on. She was getting tossed around like a rag-doll, her small frame jostling forcefully between people shoving and pushing their way through.

Reaching out, I grabbed her arm, yanking her into my chest. Her eyes were filled with shock and fear. “Are you alright?”

Shaking her head 'yes', she clenched my waist. “What's going on?”

“It's the cops.”

“Come on!” she yelled, pulling me towards the back inlet where the fighters got ready.

There was so much going on around us. A whirlwind of bodies ran in every direction, screams from the police sliced through the air.

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