Page 223 of Between Secrets and Obsession
Moments later, a woman comes out in a bikini holding a sign that saysRound 1.
I shove my mouth guard in and inhale a deep breath. This is it. Everything I’ve trained for over the past month. I need to stay focused, pay attention, and do everything Tyler and Dice taught me.
A loud bell rings, and Mickey clumsily rushes toward me. Quickly, I step to the side and swing my fist into his jaw with all of my strength. He grunts, as if I’d woken him up, and relentlessly throws punches at me. Although I block him at first, my arms waver, and one connects with my nose, and I stumble before grounding my feet. Blood drips down my chest, which is the wake-up call I need. Anger courses through my veins, and it’s as if he flicked on a switch, and I see red at this motherfucker.
I focus on the techniques I’ve learned, doing my best to block and hit while staying on my feet. Mickey’s good, even when he looks high and drunk as fuck, but that only means he won’t feel any pain and will keep going.
He gets a good punch in my ribs, but I throw a better one to his face, making him step back, blinking furiously. We’re both sharp and strong, defending and tossing out hits until the bell rings after each round.
His vendetta won’t give him the strength to end me. Not tonight.
Each time I feel pain, I become more animalistic and violent. There’s no playing nice. Mickey DeFranco and JJ want me dead, but I’m walking out of here alive. My face is sore and bloody as hell, but I push through the pain and focus on taking him down indefinitely.
The crowd’s loud, cheering and shouting with every blow we make. It’s annoying, but I don’t let it distract me. I manage to get him on the ground, and as my knee goes into his stomach, I picture Maddie in my mind, which helps me put more powerbehind each strike. Somehow, he gets me off him long enough to gain his composure.
Each round is three minutes, but they feel like an eternity. My body buzzes as we start the fourth round—a bonus since no winner has been determined yet—but I’m ready for this to be over. It’s more than obvious that Mickey’s getting tired as I stare him down. His mouth and nose are busted, and I can see his jaw’s swelling as well. He spits out blood, then growls before rushing me.
If I can connect with his jaw one last time, I’ll knock him out and this’ll all be over. With all the strength in my legs, I swing with every inch of power I have, successfully connecting with his face. Mickey stumbles, then falls to the ground. The room erupts in cheers as I look toward them, lifting my fists in the air. The ref makes the call, announcing that I’m the winner.
I’m covered in blood, my body is sore as fuck, but at least I’m not the one on the ground. Most guys in these underground fights would keep going, making sure the guy is as close to death as possible, but I’m not looking to do that.
Tyler calls my name, and when I look at him, he points at something behind me. The room is too loud, and I can’t make out what he’s saying. The next moment, white-hot pain rips through my body.
It happens so fast. I glance down and see Mickey twisting a knife into my thigh, and I lose my balance, the paralyzing ache bringing me to my knees. Tyler rushes toward me, keeping me upright and from face planting the ground. He’s talking, but I can’t make out what he’s saying. Gunshots ring through the room and everyone scatters. I look down at my leg and the blood pooling around me. It’s on my hands and shorts. Tyler takes off his shirt and rips it in half before wrapping it tightly above my wound. He struggles to get me up and out of the ring.
“That won’t stop the bleeding for long. You need to go to the hospital,” he says, nearly dragging me down the long hallway. He holds onto me, keeping my arm wrapped around his neck as his arm tightly holds onto my waist. Every few seconds, I lose consciousness, too light-headed to focus as the pain blinds me.
“Tyler,” I say, but I don’t know if any words come out. I can’t see. I can only hear loud noises, people screaming, then nothing.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
MADDIE
We sitaround playing penny slots until my eyes nearly blur over. I can’t stop checking the clock. It’s been over an hour since the fight started, and I’m panicking. Shouldn’t they have been done fighting by now? I’m two seconds from dialing Tyler’s number when he calls me.
“Maddie,” he says my name, but it sounds strained. There are loud noises and people screaming in the background, and I’m suffocating.
“I’m taking him to Vegas General Hospital,” he tells me. “Meet me there.”
“Is everything okay?” I ask frantically.
Tyler says nothing, and it speaks louder than his words ever could.
“Tyler?” I choke out.
“There was an incident, but I’m taking Liam to the hospital now.” It sounds as if he’s out of breath when I hear a door slam shut.
“What?” My voice comes out as a whisper. “What kind of an incident?”
“Meet me there. I gotta go,” he forces out, then hangs up.
I stand, but Mason and Sophie are already moving in on me, holding me from falling down because it feels as if I can’t carry my own weight. “Vegas General Hospital. That’s where they’re heading.”
“I’ll get an Uber,” Sophie says, pulling out her phone.
“Everything okay?” Mason asks, tightly holding me.
“Maddie?” Sophie stands close to me, but I’m too in shock to speak.
