Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
KILLIAN
My fingers grip the steering wheel as I drive Knox’s Hellcat to the warehouse where we have our fights.
As much as I try to ignore them, my eyes keep flitting to the rearview mirror, to see Heather in the back seat, sandwiched between my brothers.
Carter’s hand is on her thigh, and Knox is on the other side, his fingers interlocked with hers.
This girl is fucking with my head. I don’t want her with us.
I need her gone, and yet, I want to fuck her with a desperation that has my mind spinning out of control.
I’m normally not a jealous man, but the fact that both of my brothers, even Carter, have been inside her, and I haven’t, is slowly driving me insane.
Worse than that, the sounds she made when she came for them are burned inside my brain.
It’s on a never ending loop, and I can barely think straight when she’s anywhere near me.
I knew it’d be easy for Carter to fall for her, not only because of his OCD, but she’s his first. The fact that he was able to fuck her cemented it.
He’ll never let her go now. Knox’s reaction to her is surprising the fuck out of me though.
He never lets anyone drive his car. Ever.
Yet, he told me to drive, so he could sit in the back with his goddamn ’Tesoro’.
Are both of my brothers this gone over this fucking killer?
It only furthers my belief that her pussy really must have some magical powers.
If only I could will myself to not want her, but I’m only more desperate to pound into her while she cries for me.
I’m not like either of my brothers. Her feelings don’t mean a thing to me. I won’t take my time with her.
Oh no.
Instead, I’ll fuck her so hard she’ll be sure I’m going to rip her apart.
A whimper from the backseat interrupts my thoughts, as I glance in the rearview mirror and see her kissing Carter, and then Knox.
Fuck. I groan inwardly as my cock throbs.
“Do you fucking mind?” I growl at all three of them.
Knox breaks his kiss with her and laughs.
“Sorry, man.”
He’s a fucking liar. They both enjoy my discomfort with this girl. I’ve warned them about the trouble that lies ahead, but they’ve ignored me. They’ll figure it out once it’s too late.
I speed up and change lanes, eager to get to the fight.
I started an underground ring about five years ago to let off steam, and when shit gets too intense in life, it’s my outlet.
I’ve been undefeated for the last three years.
Tonight, I’ll go up against Gabe, who I cannot fucking stand.
He is a cocky son of a bitch that thinks he’s God's gift to the cage. I’m looking forward to knocking him down a few pegs.
As much as I hate the mother fucker, he’s a skilled fighter.
He thinks quickly and takes advantage of his opponent’s weaknesses.
For him it’s not just about the physical fight.
If he can get inside your head, he will exploit any vulnerability he can find.
I pull up to the back of the warehouse and park.
“Don’t forget you’re meeting Tony for a pickup,” I say to both of my brothers.
Knox rolls his eyes at me as we get out of his car.
“Have we ever forgotten to pick up cash before, Kill?”
I look directly at the fucking killer and say, “No, but you’ve also never been this fucking distracted, and as we know, distractions are dangerous.”
Carter cups the back of her neck and groans.
“Focus on your fight. As always, we’ve got this handled.”
I don’t bother responding. Turning to walk into the door, I stop when I hear Heather speaking, and it causes a tingle to run down my spine. I hate the effect she has on me.
“Please be careful, Killian. I’d hate for anything to happen to you.”
That comment had to be sarcastic, but when I look at her, the expression on her face shows nothing but sincerity. I’m starting to wonder if this woman gets her rocks off by fucking with me.
I walk into the back of the warehouse, where the large cage is set up for our fight. We have few rules in our fights. One—no weapons. Two—we don’t stop fighting until someone is either unconscious, or surrenders. We don’t necessarily fight to the death, but it has happened on occasion.
We’re in the middle of nowhere, but people drive from all over Kansas and Iowa to be here, so it’s not a surprise to see over one hundred people in attendance.
As I pull my shirt off and prepare to get in the cage, I notice Gabe standing just outside of it, with a blonde bimbo on each of his arms. Gabe is a mid-level drug dealer, and I don’t get the attraction these women have to them.
He’s an ugly motherfucker, with a deep scar that runs down the left side of his face.
The story is he got it from a woman during a domestic issue.
I’m sure he deserved it. Carter says he keeps them high, and that’s why they hang around.
I get into the cage as I spot my brothers, and Heather, taking a seat in the front row of black metal chairs.
She lifts her head, and her blue eyes travel from my bare chest to my black shorts, before slowly moving back up my body and landing on my face.
Her gaze is hungry, and when she realizes I’ve caught her, her cheeks turn pink as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.
Fucking focus, Killian. No distractions.
My brothers make sure she gets to her seat and each kiss her on the cheek before they leave to go meet Tony. I step into the cage with Gabe behind me. Our referee, Jonesy, stands between us.
“Welcome to Fight Night. You know the rules… there are none. Killian Bonetti versus Gabe Lowe.”
“Three-Two-One,” Jonesy counts down, and Gabe turns to me with a smug grin.
“Mighty is the King until he falls.”
Nice. A reference to the fact that we’re frequently called the ‘Bonetti Kings’. I didn’t start it, and I don’t like it.
In my peripheral vision, I spot her and Gabe's lackey, Steven. I also hate that slimy mother fucker. He does his Master’s bidding without delay.
It doesn’t matter what it is, nothing is off limits.
And right now, he has his hand on Heather's thigh while my brothers are dealing with Gabe’s other buddy, Tony.
He pulls her skirt up slowly, as she glares daggers at him and–
Gabe lands a punch to my jaw I didn’t see coming, because I’m fucking distracted by this asshole with his hands on my girl.
No. My brothers’ girl.
I raise my fist and punch him in the stomach, putting as much weight as I’ve got behind it, and he grunts in pain but doesn’t move. Over his shoulder, I spot her wide eyes as she tries to push Steven in the chest, but he’s solid as a rock.
His hand disappears inside her skirt, and I see fucking red. I don’t see the next punch coming toward my face.
Or the next one.
Or the one after that.
I hit the floor, landing on my stomach.
I’m unable to move. I lie motionless on the cold cage floor.
She knees Steven in the balls and charges for the cage, screaming at me.
“Get up, Killian!”
Gabe sits on my back and yanks my hair back, as he punches the side of my face three more times, causing my vision to blur, but I still see her.
Tears run down her face as she screams at me, her voice echoing in my ears, dulling the sounds of the crowd.
“The King has fallen,” Gabe yells, as he tosses a plastic crown on top of my hand, as Jonesy declares Gabe the winner.
My brothers rush to their girl to console her, as she stares directly into my eyes. And now I have confirmation.
She meant what she said.
But she shouldn’t have.
Never begin to care for the enemy.
And I am her enemy.