Page 57 of Rebel Revenge

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REBEL

I didn’t know whether to be horrified or turned on. I clutched Lacey’s hand as the two men entered the ring and circled each other.

“You okay?” she whispered to me.

I realized I was mangling her hand. I loosened it. “Sorry. This is making me nervous. Do you watch Colt fight?”

She glanced over at her men, the three of them deep in conversation, but eyes on Kian and Fang in the ring. “I used to, back when we were in high school. But then we had a baby, and Colt calmed down a bit.” She eyed the fighters. “Are you with both of them?”

I widened my eyes. “Am I…oh God, no. I’m not with either of them.”

She nodded. “I wasn’t judging. I’m well used to polyamorous relationships. If you couldn’t tell from those three.”

I glanced at the men again. They were younger than me, in their early twenties maybe, but I wasn’t blind. They were good-looking guys. I winked at Lacey. “Lucky you. Is that how you know Bliss? Are you guys starting a gang bangs of Saint View Instagram page or something?” I cringed as soon as I said it. I barely knew this woman. “Sorry. I normally try to let people get to know me so they realize I’m not an ass when I unleash the sarcasm.”

Lacey chuckled. “It’s fine. There’s no Instagram page, but our common lifestyle is how I met Bliss. So it was a fair call. We should have an Insta. I’ll put that on the agenda for the next gang bang. A little social media discussion between orgasms never goes astray.”

I sniggered, enjoying that she didn’t take herself too seriously. “I don’t know how you guys do it. I can’t even hold down one man, let alone multiple.”

Lacey gave me a sly wink. “Have you ever tried though? There’s nothing like having three men, solely focused on you…”

I nodded at the two guys squaring off in the ring. “Right now, I think they only have eyes for each other.”

She laughed. “Hey, that’s hot too.”

Hell yeah, it was. But I already knew there was no chance of that with these two. Fang was as straight as an arrow. Kian, though…Something had happened between him and Vaughn. I was sure of it. I was dying to know what.

Our laughter, or at least mine, died when Kian’s first punch connected squarely with Fang’s jaw.

That was all it took. One punch for all out chaos to reign.

Fang retaliated with a quick follow-up, slamming one fist across Kian’s face, the next to his midsection.

I gasped at the force of the heavy blows, each one thumping loud enough for me to hear over the shouts and cheers of the crowd.

They were all living for it.

While I was sick to my stomach, nausea clutching at me, wringing my stomach.

They were doing this for me. This was so stupid. I was not worth the pain they were inflicting.

Fists flew. Blood sprayed. Heavy breaths were forced through split lips as the two went at each other.

Kian was all form and grace, his movement beautiful in a deadly sort of way. Someone had trained him and trained him well.

Fang was the opposite. A street fighter through and through, but no less dangerous.

Kian’s next punch sent Fang to the ground, his back sliding through the gravel.

“Fuck, that’s gonna hurt tomorrow.” Colt winced.

But it was hurting me now. Kian followed up with a punishing round of blows, while tears welled in the backs of my eyes for the man on the ground. I’d seen many a fight, working at Psychos. But nothing like this. Nothing like seeing Fang down on the ground, being savagely attacked and doing nothing to stop it. I wouldn’t have thought it possible if I wasn’t seeing it with my own eyes.

He was better than this. Maybe not as good as Kian, but something was very wrong here.

“He needs to concede,” Colt murmured. “Kian has him.”

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