Chapter 22 Rafael
HELL pulsates with criminals and their next casualties.
Black walls with spray painted smiley-faces, hearts, devil horns, and crowns in neon colors wrap around the crowd.
My brother’s artwork provides an eerie yet jovial aura.
The boxing ring illuminated in the dark space calls to me like a beacon, but I’ll never subject myself to the filthy pit.
Enzo thrives on the thrill, but I prefer to let my beast out in private.
He signed up for a fight tonight, of fucking course he did. He’s been fired up since he discovered Lucy’s scars, his fire burns brighter without a target to unleash it on.
Lucy Sinclair was meant to be a solution, a doctor we could pull into our operation, trust with our Angels, a quaint woman with a simple background who could keep her head down.
Lucy Sinclair is the only thought occupying my mind, even when I know she shouldn’t be. It seems my brother’s mind has also been infected by the alluring doctor.
What a problem she is becoming.
A weakness we cannot afford.
However, the solution hovers before me, tempting me to grasp it. The only way to cure an obsession is to indulge religiously until you’ve burnt yourself out. Quench the thirst to be free of the mirage luring me deeper into the desert.
Shall I burn myself out on Lucy Sinclair…or savor her until she decides she’s given too much of herself to two insatiable devils?
Blood and spit fly from both men as hit after brutal hit lands.
The fights in HELL have two rules. One, no weapons.
Flesh on flesh is how we do things. Two, the only way to end a fight is a knock out or death.
Everything else goes. It’s where rivalries settle themselves in a neutral space.
What happens here, leaves here as a blank slate.
Some come to reconcile wars. Some come to prove themselves, others come to simply bleed. They crave a pain which can only be satiated through the violence of the ring.
My brother falls into the latter group.
The bell dings, announcing the winner and a striking figure in the dark catches my attention. A figure much too small to be in a crowd of heathens. Women are allowed into HELL, we don’t discriminate, but it’s risky. There’s no crowd control here; it’s savage and unforgiving.
When I’m perched up on the landing surrounding the edges of the basement, I’ll tune into the fight now and again but it’s the women I keep an eye on. I’ve had to intervene a few times, girls thinking they can handle what they clearly cannot.
But these two have a space around them, a clearing the crowd respects and it makes me wonder who they fuck they are. One stands, shorter than the other, even in the sparkling gold heels, her short hair flinging left to right as her head swivels. She’s smart to watch her six here.
The other jumps up and down with fucking glee as she watches the ring, completely unaware of her surroundings.
My stare refuses to pull from the brunette, assessing her actions, choices…wondering what she’ll do next, how she’s created an aura of protection around the duo in a place like this. She must sense my lingering presence because her head snaps up and I’d recognize those bronze irises anywhere.
My doctor’s beautiful doe eyes.
I want to be pissed.
But instead, a humming pulse of titillation forces a smirk to my face.
Tucking my hands in my pockets, I make my way down the metal steps as Enzo’s name is announced, called to the ring.
Lucy rushes the other girl, who I assume is Nova since she’s the only girl Lucy knows, toward the elevator but gets stopped by the encroaching crowd.
Everyone wants to get as close as possible to watch the savagery my brother is sure to deliver.
Lucy turns back toward the ring, most likely hoping to get lost in the crowd.
But I’ve got her.
I motion for Quintin to follow me, and he obliges with a nod. “Sir,” he says when he’s next to me.
“The girl there,” I point toward Nova, “blonde wig, silver dress, escort her back to the House of Angels, please.”
“Right away.”
As I approach Lucy from her rear, she stiffens, sensing me. Fucking perfect.
As Enzo enters the ring, he spots me in the crowd, a flash of confusion crossing his face, knowing I wouldn’t be caught dead in this contaminated cesspit unless it was for a good reason.
He bounces on the canvas as he follows my footpath, grinning when he spots her.
His gaze turns feral and starving, a lion who’s spotted the lamb.
He wants his girl to watch him. I want to watch her come while she does.
I grip the nape of her neck as I haul her backwards into me, a gasp leaving her lips. Nova’s furious glare snaps to me until she sees who has captured her little accomplice. “Raf…”
“This way, Miss Nova.” Quintin grasps her elbow, leading her away.
Nova relents, giving Lucy an apologetic wince.
“Lucy, what are you doing here?” Her hair tickles my nose as I run it up the side of her neck, taking in her alluring, sweet and spicy scent. “This is no place for a lady.”
“Your fault to assume I was one.” Her hips push back into me, and I hold back a groan.
Fuck, how long has it been since I’ve felt a woman as divine as her? My mind immediately answers with a profound, never.
Her black pantsuit hugs her ass and drapes perfectly down her legs. She wears a red lace bra under a fishnet top, covered by the suit jacket left unbuttoned. I wonder if I could get away with putting a bullet into every skull here tonight who has witnessed her in this sinful attire.
Enzo glances toward us once as his opponent enters the ring, a tall fellow, stacked with muscle. He had to know who he was fighting, it’s predetermined. Which means he’s a fucking idiot. Enzo rarely gets to knock knuckles with anyone, most backing out when they are paired with him.
“Watch him, Lucy.” My fingers glide to the front of her throat, covering the tender flesh completely. The others hold tight to her waist, tucking under the suit jacket and barely there top to feel her skin. It’s warm, softer than silk in this spot, but if I move up…
Her muscles clench beneath my touch; she doesn’t like to be touched over her imperfections. “Rafael,” she warns and my lips twitch in an almost grin against her neck.
“Keep your eyes on Enzo, bellissima.”
My lips tease her flesh as my fingers inch higher, feeling the first raised scar, her hips buck back, a feeble attempt to break my hold.
I glance up, seeing Enzo take a hit to the jaw, toying with his opponent.
He allows them to build their confidence, making them feel safe so when he shows his true colors, they fall hard enough to break.
Blood dribbles from his lip and he wipes it away with a smirk as he watches the trail of my touch under her shirt.
The stiffness of her body and the slight tremble of her legs tells me like a neon fucking signs she’s two seconds from stopping me, but she’s strong enough to push through. “Don’t tap out. Not yet.”
She shivers when she inhales, her ribs expanding. I trail the pads of my fingers over ten more scars under her left breast.
The round goes to the idiot, Enzo taking the loss with a smile on his face. He approaches the ropes closest to us. We are mere feet from them and when he kneels. I inch us closer.
He reaches through the ropes, brushing Lucy’s jaw, then pulling down her bottom lip. His pupils widen in the dark underground fighting club, taking in the motion of her lip popping back into place. “Are you loving the way my brother touches you, baby?”
My brother’s gaze darkens telling me he got the exact reaction he was hoping for. A bit of fear laced with desire.
The bell rings, announcing the next round and he leaves with a wink. I pull her back into the crowd, letting it swallow us, but still close enough so Enzo can see us, and she can watch him.
I trace her hip bones, then back up to her navel, continuing the pattern as I bite at her neck, sucking her flesh into my mouth.
When I tighten the grip over her throat, I hear an excited “Fuck!” leave Enzo’s lips, not sure if it’s from the pain of the fight or the sight of our girl melting like putty in my embrace.
When I lean forward slightly to watch Lucy, she zeros in on Enzo, delivering a right hook, a gush of crimson spattering the canvas in front of us.
“Oh God,” she moans, relishing in the violence of HELL, and I delight in this new revelation.
Maybe my brother was right, maybe she is one of us.
The second round ends with my fingertips teasing the edge of her waist band and Enzo crouches low along the ropes again.
“Come on, bellissima, let’s give him a little show, shall we?”
She hesitates a moment before nodding once. My fingers dip into her waistband as Enzo catches small glimpses through the crowd. Her head falls back against my shoulder when I reach her center, dipping my finger into her soaking cunt and bringing it out to circle her clit.
She’s gushing, primed from the violence.
My brother watches with a gaze like a missile, homed in on her. His elbows rest on his knees as he chews on his bottom lip, devouring the scene before him.
When he’s called back into the fight, I know what’s about to happen. “Watch him, this is for you. When he’s putting you back together later, remember who ruined you first.”
My brother walks right up to his opponent, stunning him long enough to grab him by the sides of his head. He leans in and whispers into his ear. As he does, I slowly push two fingers into Lucy’s drenched pussy while coaxing her ruin from her swollen clit.
Enzo slams his forehead into his opponent’s, a loud crack making the crowd gasp as the fucker falls, knocked out in one second flat.
Lucy shatters on my fingers as she takes in the violence.
Muscles quivering before her knees collapse.
I cover her screams of pleasure with a hand over her mouth, while my other arm catches her around the waist. I chuckle at her absolute destruction I wrought with only my fingers and whispered words.
Enzo jumps from the ring, not sparing a moment to celebrate his victory, scooping the liquified, mess of a woman from my arms. Before he pulls her away completely, I brush a strand from her face. “You were such a good fucking girl, Lucy.”