Chapter 23
KEVLAR
Pacing the cell, I was thrown in, I’m more than ready to get the fuck back out of it.
Dominic hasn’t shown his face in the past two days, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t made his presence known.
He’s sent his men down to taunt me . . .
goad me into a fight that would weaken me.
Other than giving me some water, I haven’t had anything since before leaving the clubhouse.
I expected as much beforehand that if Dominic agreed, he’d do his best to weaken me.
It’s a good thing I know what I’m doing. Otherwise, his plan would work.
I’m not about to let it happen. Not when I know what’s at stake.
I roll my shoulders, stretching my tense muscles. Tension fills me alongside adrenaline as I anticipate the fight to come. I need to be prepared for it, but I also have to stay on guard since I’m sure Dominic will try to play a few tricks against me before the night he goes up against me.
Across from my cell are a few other men. They’re beefy meatheads who look like they’ve all been through hell. I hate to be them if they have to be the ones to go up against my brothers. My brothers will demolish them all without blinking.
These men might be able to defend themselves, but they don’t have nothing on the men in my club.
Hell, Aries alone could take on three of them without breaking a sweat.
I’ve seen the bastard do it in person as well.
Same with a couple of my other brothers.
The rest, well, I’ve sparred with them, I know what they’re capable of.
And I’m pretty sure in this fight, there won’t be any rules. It’ll be an all-out dirty fight.
I wouldn’t be surprised if Dominic pitied those men against me.
Compared to me, he’s a weakling, and he knows it.
I’m sure he knows it as much as I do. To level the playing field, he’ll want to try and break me down a notch or two.
What he doesn’t know is it won’t work. My dad trained me to be able to fight dirty.
To expect the unexpected. To never turn your back on the enemy.
Especially when you’re in the snake pit surrounded by venomous bastards ready to strike at a moment’s notice. Blink, and they’ll take you out.
The only thing that keeps me sane is knowing that I’m doing this to free my woman. Thinking of her and the beauty that waits for me when this bullshit is done is what allows me to handle everything. In the end, I know when I leave this place, when I finish Dominic off, I’m going home to my Rosie.
I’m sure she’ll be pissed, ready to murder me herself, but this will all be over with.
Whatever comes after fight night, we’ll get through it together.
The creak of a door gets my attention, and my gut tells me that something’s about to happen and it’s time to focus. I’ve never not listened to my gut. When I spot Dominic’s goons grinning in my direction, I prepare to take them on.
Two weeks of this I can see it now—the power play Dominic is attempting. Dominic wants me weak, but it won’t happen. I won’t let it. I’ll take these bastards on, and when the time comes, I’ll break the motherfucker’s neck.