Chapter 44
Forty-Four
Hayden
My face goes to the side as I take a hit to the jaw. I grunt before pressing my upper body against his and pushing him against the cage.
I don’t think twice before thrusting my fists out to cause damage to his face. He grunts while trying to push me away but I don’t stop.
Everything is quiet in my head as I take out everything in my head and put it all into my punches. I don’t hear the yelling or the screaming of people cheering my name. I just focus on the way my fist connects with his face.
He thrusts his fist out to connect with my rib, making me wince and back away from him. I still swing my hand to connect with his jaw making him spit blood on the floor. I take a glimpse at the floor, seeing spots of blood covering the white padding .
I look back at him and see he’s in a defensive pose.
I motion him to come closer. “Come on.”
He comes towards me, swinging his fists at my face. I duck before he can make contact and then throw a punch to his ribs. He grunts as I hit him again and again to the face. I don’t stop until he’s against the cage again.
I don’t stop for a second as I punch him multiple times. I don’t even breathe as I give him hell.
I should feel bad for doing this to probably an innocent guy but all I see and feel is her.
He yelling at me and hitting me. Her encouraging her boyfriends to do things to me.
Me in that fucking cabinet.
The only time I don’t see her is Jaclyn.
But she can’t stop me from torturing this guy.
At least that’s what I always think before the ref pulls me away and pats me on the shoulder, basically telling me to calm the fuck down.
Blood runs down my face and I lick the side of my lip tasting metal. I look down at my hands and see my dark red gloves, sporting darker spots of blood. I flex my hands and look at the guy who the ref and medic are attending. They are making sure he’s still conscious, which I'm sure he is.
“Hayden Night, everyone!” I look at the entrance of the cage and see Marco walking in with Eric behind him. My eyes go to Jaclyn who is standing next to Kayden in my line of sight. Her eyebrows are furrowed as she tries to figure out what's going on. Marco never comes out in the ring. He stays on the second floor to watch from above and see how much money he’s earning. Everyone knows of Marco but has never really seen him before. “I have owned this club for years. I am thankful to have people who are supportive of this club and what we’re about.” Marco looks at me with a menacing smile. “Come here, Hayden.” I walk towards him and he puts his hand on my shoulder at the same time he puts his other hand on Eric’s shoulder. Eric looks at me with an asshole smirk on his face that makes him think he’s the shit. “All of you know you want the fight of the year. All of you know what the fight of the year entails? It’s fucking Eric Thompson and Hayden Night going at it again!” Marco yells, making the crowd go wild.
I look at Jaclyn and by the look on her face, she looks pissed.
I haven’t told her because I’ve been busy doing other things that require talking with Jaclyn.
When I’m with her, I’m not thinking of anything else. My mind is full of her and it’s impossible to worry about what’s going on in the outside world that doesn’t concern Jaclyn.
She’s become my safety net and whenever I need my mind to be quiet for a little I have Jaclyn come over and just wrap her arms around me. Sometimes I touch her and it never goes farther than that but God I wish it did but I don’t want to scare her away.
I already know I will, but I just want to keep her a little longer before it ends in a disaster.
I remove my eyes from Jaclyn’s when Marco takes his hand off my shoulder and turns me around to face Eric.
“Don’t worry Hayden. I’ll take it easy on you this time.”
“Funny because it seems like every time we fight, you’re too much of a bitch to not cheat.” I tilt my head to the side and narrow my eyes on him.
Eric’s eyes turn into slits as he glares at me.
His head turns to the side and I follow his eyes. My fists clench as I notice Jaclyn in his line of view.
“Hayden, get her ready for me will you?” I turn my head to look at Eric who has a sadistic fucking smirk on his face. “I don’t like them too tight.”
Everything blocks out as I jump at him and swing my fists against his jaw. He grunts and starts to fight back as I punch him non-stop to the face.
I feel a pair of arms grab me but I don’t stop trying to get out of their hold. “I’ll fucking kill you, Eric. Don’t fucking look at her or touch her or I swear to God I’ll bring hell on you!” I yell, still trying to get closer to him so I can put him in the ground.
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Cold water drips from my face as ice tends to my wounds.
My whole body is aching like it usually does after a fight but Eric’s haunting words are stuck in my head.
I punched him hard enough to cause a bruise on his jaw but not hard enough to break his fucking face and make him go unconscious.
It’s okay because during the fight, no one will be able to save him from me. I’ll make him pay and put him on the floor while he begs.
I hear a knock on the door making me groan because I don’t feel like seeing anyone right now. “What?!” I yell, still resting my eyes and holding the ice pack to my head. The door opens before closing and that's when I open my eyes and lift my head a little. Jaclyn has her arms crossed over her chest making her tits look two times bigger. She looks pissed as fuck and I know it’s because I didn’t tell her about the fight with Eric but God it’s a turn on when she is pissed off at me or gives me attitude. “If you’re going to yell at me, do it when I feel like fighting with you.”
Jaclyn continues glaring but as she looks over my chest and face I can tell all she wants to do is tend to my wounds and fix me. It’s reasons like that, that make me so fucking obsessed with her.
She can be pissed as hell yet still show her caring side.
“Hayden, when were you going to tell me about the fight with Eric?”
“I don’t know.” I put the ice pack on the side table and rest my elbows on my knees as I look at Jaclyn. She walks towards me until she is standing in front of me. Her hands go to my face and she lifts my jaw to look down at me. Concern fills her eyes and I move her hand to my lips as I kiss her palm. “Don’t worry about me.”
“It’s hard not to when you look like that, Hayden,” she says as her other hand makes its way onto my face. She caresses my scalp and I force a groan back so she doesn’t hear how much her hands and touch affects me. “I don’t like it when you're hurt.”
“I love it when I’m hurt. You touch me without any hesitation,” I say, leaning closer to her, needing her lips on mine suddenly.
I want to be consumed by her.
“What are you doing?” she blushes and asks, looking down at my lips before meeting my eyes.
“Distracting you,” I say before grabbing the back of her thighs and pulling her on top of me.
Jaclyn gasps right before I cover her mouth with mine. She rests her hands on my shoulder, digging her nails into my skin making me even harder. I rub my hands all over her thighs. Anywhere I can touch her, I do. It’s like I can never get enough of her.
She breathes into my mouth hard as she starts to move her hips against mine. I lick the seam of her lips as she moans into my mouth. My tongue glides against hers softly and one of my hands makes its way to her hair. I take a fist full and grip her hair. Jaclyn grinds into me again making me grunt and breathe hard.
She is killing me and she doesn’t even know it.
I fist her hair and pull her mouth off of mine. “Come home with me,” I say in almost a desperate tone.
My lips brushing against her as I hold her close to my face, not wanting to let her go.
I don’t give a fuck though, I need her like I need relief.
And she is the perfect one.
She looks drunk off my kiss and her lips brush against mine as she says, “Okay.”