Chapter 70

Hunter

The flesh on flesh impact bloody grounds me.

My opponent lands another hit to my side. My ribs scream in protest, but I barely register it.

And not because I’ve shut that shit off.

No.

It’s because the agony in my chest eclipses everything else.

Married.

Married.

Married.

Married.

Bloody married.

She is fucking bloody married.

That’s why we can never be together.

Fucking obvious now, isn’t it?

That’s why she was always so terrified of anyone seeing us together in public. Because she was never free in the first place.

So who the fuck is he?

Julian...?

Losing myself to my thoughts costs me. The bastard opposite me takes full advantage and, before I know it, I’m flat on my back as he rains hit after hit down on me.

Blood fills my mouth when I bite down on my tongue.

He keeps throwing punches.

And I fucking relish every single one.

Just not my face.

I keep that safe. I can’t exactly walk around with bruises and have people think I’m some violent fuck who spends his nights in rings like this and has no control whatsoever.

Because I am in control of my life.

Except I’m not.

And I most definitely am a fucked up bastard.

I just hide it well.

And violent?

I most definitely am that too.

I bloody love violence. I thrive on it.

And fights?

Hell yes.

I step into rings like my life depends on it.

The crowd erupts, and I realise I’ve stopped fighting altogether.

At this point, I do little more than make sure my face doesn’t get fucked.

The rest?

I don’t fucking care.

Plenty of people are about to lose money on me tonight.

And that’ll be a first, I might add.

But tonight is different.

My head is in a far darker place than usual.

Usually, I’m just fucked in the head and chasing the rush.

Tonight?

Tonight I need to feel something other than the weight crushing my chest, something other than whatever has wrapped itself around my heart and refuses to let go.

The bastard lands a hit to my head, and everything goes black.

Hope they have a no kill policy here.

Probably should’ve checked that before I let the cunt beat me into unconsciousness.

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