Page 69 of The Revenge You Seek
And he's going fucking down.
I launch at him, hoping to catch him off guard. But he's ready for me and he blocks my first hit.
Asshole.
We've trained together for years. We know each other's moves, we almost know each other's thoughts as we dance around the ring but the second I manage to land a punch to his jaw—everything changes.
His eyes turn wild and the competition between us ramps up. As does the interest in our fight.
I've totally lost track of how long we've been in here by the time Devin makes one vital mistake. He drops his guard for the briefest moment and I manage to land a punch to his stomach that sends him stumbling backward and crashing to the floor.
We're both covered in sweat and blood but fuck, I've never felt better.
Actually, that's a lie. Last night, with her, everything felt fucking better but it would be in my own interest to try to forget about that. Not that it's ever worked before of course.
"Okay, okay," Devin pants, holding his hand up and not even bothering to attempt to get back up and continue. "You can have it. This one is yours," he says with a smirk.
"Motherfucker," I mutter, the smile that pulls at my lips rips my split open once more, as I reach down to help pull him up.
He stands and shakes out his muscles.
"Fuck, I feel better now."
"Yeah? Well, you look a fucking mess."
"You too, bro. You've got a little…" He points at his lip to indicate the blood that's dripping down mine but the only response he gets from me is a slap across the head.
The locker room is empty when we get there, no huge surprise seeing as every member of the gym was crowded around our ring to see who'd win the showdown.
We shower, dress and head for the door.
"Breakfast?"
"Fuck yeah?"
"Hallie's?" I turn to look at him, my brow raised in question. "Okay, so stupid question."
We get stopped a couple of times on the way out. A few members of the Hawks junior chapter now decide that it's safe enough to talk to us without getting their heads caved in. They ask us the same bullshit questions everyone does.
How's college?
What's it like to get out of the Creek?
Are you all still members?
I've only been at MKU for a week and already this shit is pissing me off.
Devin is a junior and has had this shit for two years already. I've no idea how he's put up with it.
"It's great, thanks," I say politely.
I can see by the creasing around their eyes as they stare at me that they don't understand how the fuck I got into MKU. And that's fine. I get it. Vic has never made me out to be anything more than his little bitch boy. A scary motherfucking bitch boy, but a bitch boy all the same.
I've let them think it. Think I'm all brawn, but it's so far from the truth.
Being one of Vic's minions has never been my calling in life. I want more, I crave more.
More than the Creek, more than the shitty trailer parks we were forced to grow up in, and more than the fucking Hawks.
