Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
“I’m Liam, by the way. You mind if I stand in as your second? I was around fifteen when Killer disappeared.
“If yer who I think yer saying ya are, it would be an honor,” he says.
“I’m not really going to need you. This will be over before it starts,” I growl.
“Cool, but it’s the rules for one of us to step in if a fighter doesn’t come with a team.”
I shrug and put my mouth guard in as my nostrils flare. Punching my right hand into my left palm, I then roll my shoulders as I move to climb into the cage.
“Okay, ladies, welcome to the Fighting Irish lair. Let’s make sure ya understand the rules around here. When ya leave here, we never saw ya and ya never came here. Other than that, one rule, there are none. Am I understood?”
I nod. I have nothing to say. I’m going to beat this bitch ass and get my brother home.
“Hold on, I have a few rules for this fight,” Cadlha says as she tries to stare me down and intimidate me. “If ya win, ya get yer brat back. If I win, ya take yer brat and the two of ya disappear. Ya forget about Dylan and never come back around here again.”
“No problem,” I say around my mouth guard before I allow it to settle back in place.
“We have a special one for ye all tonight. First time to lair for these lasses. In the pink shorts, we have Cobra Cad,” the announcer says, causing me to scoff.
This bitch is no more cobra than I’m Andre the Giant. Delusional ass.
“And in the blue shorts, we have Killer Walsh. Let’s see if the tiny thing can live up to a name like that one.”
The frenzy of betting starts, and we’re sent to our corners to wait for them to finish. I’m ready to be done with this. After a few minutes, the crowd settles and they’re ready for us to begin.
I grit my teeth as we’re signaled to the center and the fight begins. I’ve never seen a fighter as sloppy as Cadlha. If she didn’t fuck with Ciarán, I might feel bad for what I’m about to do. I might.
Yeah, fuck that.
I allow her to throw the first punch. It’s as if she doesn’t know she’s supposed to land the damn thing. I don’t move and she still misses completely. I snort and commence whipping her ass.
I work her torso first, making sure she’s going to feel me for the next two weeks. She doubles over. The look she gives me could do more damage than she can as a fighter.
I get her to the ground and go for a choke hold. She actually manages to get out of it before I lock her in. I’m cool with that. I climb on top of her and start to beat the shit out of her with my fists.
I black out and keep pounding on her. She tries to block her face at first, but it’s no use. The sound of her forearm breaking under the force of my hits fills the air before her screams ring out. I don’t let up until strong, familiar arms wrap around me.
“She’s not worth it, baby. Besides, we need her to get Ciarán,” Dylan says against my ear.
There is a mix of boos and cheers coming from the crowd. The ref tries to get Dylan out of the way, but I feel Dylan stiffen as his growl vibrates through my back. The ref backs off.
Dylan helps me to my feet. I turn to look at him with knitted brows. He looks pissed off.
Taegan appears and grabs Cadlha by her hair as she leans into her ear and says something. Cadhla sobs something to her as she cradles her arm to her chest. Taegan looks to me and Dylan and nods.
“I know where he is,” Taegan says.
I squat and look Cadlha in the eyes. “Did ya get what ya wanted? If I were ya, I wouldn’t try me again, I wouldn’t. Come near me, my brother, or Dylan again and it will be yer life. That I can promise ya,” I hiss.
“I fucking hate ya,” she sobs.
I shrug. “Feeling is mutual, bitch.”
CHAPTER 31
Let’s Go Home
Ciarán
I’m so angry. I thought Arnold was a friend. He’s always so nice to me.
I can’t believe he’s the one who kidnapped me. Well, he and his friend. I had been going to put my things away in my locker at the gym to get ready for training with Corey when my face was covered with a cloth and I passed out.
I woke up here in this apartment with Arnold’s friend staring nervously at me. Ciara is going to be so angry. I hope she’s okay.
I’m so hungry and tired and my wrists hurt. They have had me in zip ties since I woke up. Arnold has seen me in the ring. He’s smart to keep me tied up.