Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
SPIDER
“So, what don’t you like about Nova?” Star asks as she comes to stand next to me.
I look down at her and shrug. “I don’t have a problem with her, darlin’. Don’t know her,” I state.
Star throws her head back and laughs, all while swaying on her feet, showing she’s clearly a little tipsy. “Bullshit!” she yells.
“What’s bullshit?” Josie asks, pausing with her arm wrapped around Hawk’s waist.
“That he doesn’t have a problem with the new girl,” Star states.
“Oh, he has a problem with her alright. A hard problem in his fucking jeans,” Hawk goads.
I flip him off. “Fine, but it ain’t what you fuckers all think. It’s just…” I pause, wondering what I can say that won’t betray Acid. “He’s never once spoke about his sister before. He was my brother before we came here, and surely he would have said something. I don’t fucking trust her,” I state, exaggerating the truth.
“Maybe she came from a part of his life he wanted to forget? Or maybe he doesn’t know about her. Either way, stop being an ass. She seems lovelet, lovely,” Star slurs.
I smirk as Ghost comes to stand behind Star. “Bed,” he states, his hands going around her waist.
Star smiles. “So bossy.”
Ghost doesn’t say anything. He just bends down and scoops her up in his arms, pulling a giggle from Star as he carries her off.
“I think we should hit the sack,” Hawk says to Josie with a playful wink.
I roll my eyes as they walk off. As I look around, I notice that most of the brothers are now gone with their ol’ ladies. The only brothers still standing are the single ones. My phone vibrates, and as I pull it out of my pocket, I see a text.
Rev: 1 hour the basement. You in?
Me: Sure, but my usual fee applies.
Rev: Always. Make it a show.
I put my phone back in my pocket and walk over to the other brothers. “I’m off to the basement. If Pres needs me, let him know,” I state.
They nod, looking distracted as a few of the club bunnies make their way over. “You not joining the party?” one of them asks; Brandy, Billie or Britney, I can’t remember her name. She has a decent pussy though.
“Not tonight, darlin’. Take care of my brothers though.” I wink.
She smiles and walks off, and I quickly jump on my bike and leave them to it.
“Hey, there he is. The man, the fucking savage, Spider!” Rev cheers in greeting as I remove my cut and T-shirt.
“Money?” I ask, holding out my hand.
Rev slaps the cash in my hand. “Half now, half when you win. You know that,” he states.
I nod. “Yeah, I know. So, what’s the crowd like?” I ask.
“Oh, they are fucking hungry tonight. They want blood,” he says with a grin.
Rev, or the Reverend as people know him, is the organiser of all illegal fighting events. He moves the location each time, and only announces it on the day. He then calls the people that attend his flock following to each event.
Pausing, he looks down at his designer watch. “Show time, baby,” he beams, slapping me on the shoulder before running off.
I roll my shoulders, throwing a few air punches to warm my body up before following him out there. The dark abandoned warehouse is lit up with spotlights, a DJ is set up on the decks on a higher platform, and a huge ring of people are stood around chanting excitedly.
Rev is stood in the centre, microphone in hand. “Okay! Ladies, gentlemen, they/ them. All you extremely fuckable people here tonight!” he yells. The crowd hoot and cheer, and he smiles, loving every minute of it. I can’t help but smile. The fucker is the best at getting the crowd riled up. “I know you are all here to be entertained, and luckily for you that is what I do. My people, my flock, I give you tonight’s challenger. He is 10 and 0, and his head is said to be so thick his poor mamma still can’t sit down,” Rev teases. “He can’t be knocked out! Unless you’ve got chloroform,” Rev mutters. “He is the one, the only, The EXECUTIONER!” he roars. The crowd go wild as a guy with a shaved head covered in tattoos makes his way into the circle. He bounces on his feet, swinging punches from left to right.
I watch as he moves, assessing my opponent. He’s slightly bigger than me, but he isn’t as light on his feet as I am.
“And now, for our reigning champion. He needs no special introduction. You guys want to be him, and you ladies want to fuck him,” Rev brags.
“Yeah, we do!” a voice from the crowd yells. I look over to see who called out. Coco Cummings, a local drag queen, spots me and blows me a kiss. I laugh and give her a wink.
“Easy there, Coco,” Rev says with a smirk. “As I was saying, your champion, SPIDER!” Rev yells.
The crowd go wild as I push myself through them to the centre. I roll my head and bounce up and down on my toes, keeping my eyes fixed on my opponent.
Rev stands between us. “Now you know the rules; no biting, no dick hitting, and no pussy slaps. This is bare knuckle boxing, so you use your fists and your fists only. You cheat, I will personally use my fist and shove it up your fucking ass. Am I clear?” Rev threatens. We both nod. “Good. Now make it fucking spectacular, and don’t fucking die,” he finishes. Jumping back, he signals for the bell.
The bell rings out and the fight begins. He swings his left fist first, and I swerve out of the way. I quickly hit him in the side with my right fist. He grunts as my hit lands, but he immediately swings back and this time with his right. I go to duck, but I’m not quick enough. As his fist connects with my brow, my head jolts with the hit. I move my feet quickly, giving myself space to recover. Keeping my fists up, I stare at him over my knuckles. He smirks, thinking he has me made.
I’ve lulled the prey into my lair, and now it’s time for me to show him exactly who he is fighting inside this circle. I lunge forward, and his eyes widen, not expecting me to launch straight for him. I swing my left, and he goes to duck without noticing my right coming in for an upper cut. My fist collides with his jaw, and his head whips back, causing him to stumble back. I don’t let up. I go for the knockout.
My fists hit his body, as well as his face. He’s barely standing. One more hit and he will be out cold. The crowd go wild, chanting my name over and over. My body is covered in a sheen of sweat, and as I step back, I make eye contact with a group of women. I lick my lower lip, stencilling a heart with my index finger on my abs. They let out a girlie scream, and I laugh, giving them a wink. Lifting my hand, I encourage the crowd to chant my name louder. The Executioner stands there, barely able to hold his head up. If this was legal boxing, it would have been stopped by now, but it’s not, and he’s fucking mine. I rear my fist back and slam it forward, causing his head to whip to the side. Blood and spit fires from his mouth before his body crumbles to the floor.
The crowd cheer and Rev enters the circle and grabs my hand. “Your champion!” he yells. He leans in closer to me. “Try and make it to fucking round 2 next time,” he scoffs quietly in my ear.
“Hey, I gave them a show.” I shrug as I hold out my hand. “Pay up.” I wink.
Rev rolls his eyes before he reaches into this back pocket and pulls out the remainder of my earnings. Coco Cummings comes running over in her ridiculous high heels. “Rev,” she states. Pausing, she looks at me. “Hey handsome.” She winks.
“Hey darlin’.” I grin.
“Err Rev, we have a problem,” she states.
“What?” he asks.
Coco points behind him, and as we both turn and look, we see the Executioner unmoving. “Shit, you ain’t supposed to kill them Spider.” Rev sighs. He clicks his fingers and signals for a couple of his men to come in and drag him out of the circle.
“Where are they taking him?” I ask.
Rev raises a brow. “Seriously? You’re asking me that? You discuss your club business freely?” he asks.
“Fair point.” I smile.
“Now piss off. I have to entertain the masses,” Rev orders, clicking his fingers and shooing me away. Coco blows me a kiss as she walks away, draping her arm over Rev’s shoulders. I laugh and shake my head as I walk back to the changing room. Thankfully, the crowd disperses and follow Rev.
As I turn the corner, I hear someone cough. I look up and see one of the women from earlier. I grab a towel and wipe the sweat from my body. “You shouldn’t be back here,” I state as I look her up and down. She’s hot, curvy, and the satin dress she’s wearing doesn’t leave much to the imagination.
She twirls her hair between her fingers. “I know, but I had to come and congratulate you personally on your win,” she says softly.
“Thanks,” I say with a shrug.
She walks toward me, her hips swaying from side to side. Stopping just in front of me, she seductively glides the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting it pool at her stiletto heeled feet, exposing her completely naked body to me.
“I figured the champ would want to celebrate,” she rasps seductively.
I look down at her body, licking my bottom lip. “Turn around, bend over, spread your legs, and brace yourself against the wall,” I demand.
Her eyes spark with excitement before she turns around and walks to the wall. Bending over, she places her palms on the wall to brace herself.
I step toward her and pull a condom from my pocket. As I begin to unbutton my jeans, she peers over her shoulder at me. Freeing my cock, I rip the condom open with my teeth and roll it down my length. Positioning myself at her entrance, I remind her exactly what this is.
“This is just a one time fuck, nothing more. No foreplay, no kissing. Nothing about this is going to be gentle or affectionate. Understand?” I ask.
She nods. “Fuck me, Spider,” she whines.
I grab her hips and slam inside her.