Page 25 of Bound By Consequences
Face to face, the man stared me down, that angry tic in his temple going to town. “You never deserved my Emery. Never. You fucked with her head and hurt her. You brought other girls around to make her feel bad about herself. You never treated her right. No man treats my baby girl that way.”
Before he finished the last word, his fist connected with my gut, just as his other hit me in the face, having me go down to one knee. It took me a few to shake it off, then I stood tall. “You’re right. She deserves better and got better than I could have given her.”
GT shook his head and stepped back.
“Buzz,” Cruz announced. When I breathed out, blood went to the ground.
“You, little fucker, were too fuckin’ good at tech. You broke my code. No one fuckin’ breaks my code and pokes around in shit they don’t need to know. No one.”
Buzz’s three punches came to my abs and kidney, twice. I felt it deeply as my body shifted, trying to get through the pain. The kidney hits were rough, but somehow I stayed upright. “I shouldn’t have been in there.” My voice never trembled. I was here to atone, and I would.
“Damn right you shouldn’t. Don’t do that shit again,” he barked before stepping back.
“Nox,” Cruz called as his youngest son stepped in front of me. “As a kid, for some reason I looked up to you, but you ended up shitting on everything I believed in.”
Nox changed it up with a stomp to the foot and an uppercut to the nose. Blood squirted everywhere as the bones in my nose cracked and broke. My eyes started to water as I fell down to one knee again.
I could still think so he hadn’t hit the bones into my brain, so that was a good thing, or I’d be dead right now. But it hurt like a sonuvabitch. “Sorry. I never knew.”
Nox said nothing but stepped back as I got to my feet again, wiping the water from my eyes. My fucking nose hurt like a bitch.
“Jacks,” Cruz called and all I could think wasoh fuck. He had so much rage against me.
He stepped up, nailed me in the liver, put a knee to my chest and punched the side of my face all in the matter of seconds. His assault made me fall to both knees. Fuck, that hurt. Pain ricocheted inside my body, my organs not liking this shit one bit.
“That’s because you’re breathin’,” Jacks spat then stepped away. Guess enough was said with that one. And while I understood the issues between us, I wasn’t about to apologize for breathing.
It took me about a minute to steadily get to my feet, but I made it.
“Deke,” Cruz ordered. Did I forget to mention that Deke was a fighter and had tons of knockouts? I probably did. This wouldn’t be pretty, but I wanted to at least stay conscious.
“Of all the rage I have felt with people here, I walked away. More than anyone I kinda understood you, Micah. You shoulda walked the fuck away. You did not. You dug into shit you had no place to dig.”
Deke aimed for my temple, and I could see it in his eyes that he wanted to do it. Knock me out cold on the ground, but at the last minute he hit me in the jaw, then turned and put an elbow to the back of my neck.
I fell back to my knees, this time with one hand down to steady me. My eyes were burning, and blood was running out of everywhere, but I wouldn’t back down. I would get back up. So even with every agonizing breath, I made my way to my feet.
Each time standing up took me a little longer, but eventually I made it up. And I would keep rising over and over.
“Ryker,” Cruz called as Ryker stepped up.
“You brought another woman into this club and allowed her to call my woman a bitch. Fuck that shit.”
I saw his move before he made it, and I tried to brace myself. It didn’t work as his leg came out and knocked my shin so hard, I felt it move out from under me. When his fist connected with the underside of my jaw, I landed in the dirt on my back.
Ryker loomed over me. “Watch yourself,” he warned. It was true. Back in the day I’d brought Jacklyn, a woman who looked similar to Emery, to the clubhouse. She got into it with Austyn, and it didn’t end pretty.
Ravage men didn’t allow anything to touch their women, so I understood this. I may not have said the words, but it was as if I did.
Slowly, I turned to my side, starting to really feel the pain in my body. I forced my mind to drift away so the pain would subside enough for me to get back up, and I did.
“Rhys,” Cruz called.
This was it. He was probably going to kill me. Or close to it. Rhys had no room for bullshit. He stood tall, proud and firm in front of me as I met his eyes, all the while my breathing was starting to become a bit labored.
“The fact is, you knew the line in the sand, and you chose to cross it. Penance must be paid. Boy or man, doesn’t matter. Ravage will not be crossed, blood or not.”
Rhys was a big guy; that was the only way to describe him. He was also deadly. Extremely deadly. He moved fast with three hits, one after the other to my abs and each side, then one to my lips. I fell down hard on my hands and knees. That combination was brutal.
