Page 57 of Rematch
In his nose. In his eyes. In his mouth. At his chest. Nowhere was safe from my wrath.
He tried to block my hits with his arms, holding them up to protect his face.
I just moved the angle of my fists, aiming for the sides he left unprotected.
Carter ducked his head and wrapped his arm around my torso. With all his strength, he pushed me backwards and onto the mat.
Now on top of me, he gave me the same treatment. The only difference was his punches didn’t hurt. Even with him using all of his strength, every hit felt like a bee sting. After spending most of my life fighting, I’ve become numb to almost all physical pain.
I let him lay a few good punches on my face. Let the crowd think he had the upper hand. Let him think he might have a chance of winning this match.
“You had enough, Guerra?” He asked, grinning between his bloody mouth.
Peeking between my arms, I returned his smile. “Not yet.”
Carter’s brows pinched together in confusion.
While he was momentarily distracted, I brought my legs up over his shoulders, hooked one around his neck, and locked the hold by hooking my other leg around my foot. Twisting my hips, I slammed him down against the mat. I squeezed his neck tight with my legs while my fists assaulted him again. “If. You. Ever. Look. At. Her. Again. I’ll. Fucking. Kill. You,” I said, punching with every word.
Underneath me, he squirmed and wriggled, struggling between choking and enduring my hits.
But, I didn’t give a fuck. His bitch ass was lucky this was all he was getting. He deserved more for disrespecting me and my girl.
Hell, I thought about killing him. The more I hit him, the more I didn’t want to stop. I felt his breaths slowing. His body steadying. Just before it could completely shut down, I felt arms around my shoulders, pulling me off.
“Stop, Max,” Tysir said, though his voice wasn’t his own.
Instead, I heard Tony’s in my ear. Telling me to stop. To chill. That he wasn’t worth it.
It was his voice I was obeying. Not Tysir’s.
Shrugging Tysir’s hands off of me, I reluctantly released Carter.
Groaning, he clutched his bruised throat and greedily gasped for air.
“Don’t worry about my girl,” I said, smiling around the blood dripping from my lip. Too wrapped up in the adrenaline, I didn’t even realize I was bleeding. “I’m gonna take good care of her.”
Chapter 23
Audrey
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The loud rapping at my window woke me out of my sleep. I groaned as I rolled over in my bed. I didn’t know what time it was, but judging from the darkness still cloaking my room, it was not time for me to be awake.
Ignoring the sound, I nuzzled my face against my pillow and tried to lean back into the clouds of sleep.
Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!
The sound came quicker, growing louder with every tap.
Annoyed, I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed. “Oh my god,” I fussed as I flipped on my lamp and grabbed my glasses. Shuffling to the window, I exclaimed, “Max, what the fuck do you-”
I cut myself off at the sight of his bruised and bloody face. His lip was busted, still leaking with fresh blood. Purple bruises were blooming around his cheekbones. The corner of his left eye was swollen.
My brows stitched together as I quickly unlatched the lock and pushed the window open. “Are you alright?” I asked.
He carefully swung his legs inside, moving slower than he usually does. “I’m fine.”
