Malice's Possession(40)
He hit the man again and loved that his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground. He was still so juiced up, still needed to kick another motherfucker’s ass because he wasn’t nearly done yet. He’d try to talk to Sarah again, reasoning with her that Callie should just stay with him until she graduated, and then she could decide where she wanted to start her life. Normally he just took what he wanted. Callie was his kid, and no way in hell he’d let his daughter leave. He turned in a circle and bounced on the balls of his feet. Starring at all the guys lined up to fight, he grinned, hoping they took note that he loved the blood on him. Some looked apprehensive, others tried to look unaffected, but it made no difference because he’d take as many of them out that had the balls to come into the center and brawl with him. He lived for this shit, volunteered to fight every damn night if it meant he could kick someone’s ass. He had done this for money back in the day, back before he committed himself to the MC. These fights were straight-out street rules, and that was exactly how Kink liked it.
“What motherfucker is ready to hit the floor next?”
The crowd went wild, and money was raised high as the volume increased tenfold. The guy that stepped forward looked far too little to be fighting dirty at the barn, but what the fuck ever. The end result would always be the same. He didn’t prance around what was happening, just held his fists up, grinned at the prick, and threw a left hook, and then a right undercut. The other guy fell back on his ass without even being given the opportunity to throw a punch.
“Get up, asshole.” Sweat dripped down Kink’s temples, and he tasted the metallic, tangy flavor of blood in his mouth from the last guy that had managed to hit him. The other guy finally pulled his sorry ass off the ground, and turned his head to spit out a mouthful of blood. The crowd went wild once again, and he had to give the scrawny fuck some credit for having balls. More sweat dripped off his bare chest and fell to the rust stained colored ground. The other guy suddenly charged forward. He swung left, and then right, but Kink easily dodged the attempt. This barn might mainly be used for shifter fights, but Kink was about to show these fuckers that humans were some bad motherfuckers, too. The other fighter caught him in the jaw, and Kink stumbled back. His lip split, and blood dripped down his chin. So this little shit had some bite in him. Good, because Kink didn’t like things to be easy.
Kink ran the back of his hand over his mouth, and noticed the blood smeared across it. “I hope you enjoyed that hit, because it is the only one you’re going to get.” He charged forward, saw the fighter’s eyes widen before he slammed his fist into the side of his head. The guy stumbled backward, and Kink could have easily kept going, but he didn’t want to kill the guy. The guy lay passed out on the floor, and a bloody mess. Spectators roared out for more, exchanged money, and then the next guy stepped into the proverbial ring. Yeah, Kink was going to go all fucking night until he couldn’t stand straight, couldn’t think, and all of the anger had left him—well, until he saw that fucking bitch Sarah again.
Chapter Twelve
Adrianna had nothing to her name, not anymore at least. No money, no bag with personal possessions. Nothing. The only thing she had was the fresh clothes on her back that Tatum had given her this morning. But now, as she stared around at this gorgeous two-story cabin out in the middle of the woods, she felt the generosity that was shown to her clog her throat and have tears forming in her eyes. But to be fair she had been on the verge of tears since Malice had told her that this would be her new home for the time being, and that she could make some money by helping with the cooking, cleaning, and anything else that needed to be done around the place. And even though at first he tried to tell her to just rest, get her bearings, and they would worry about keeping her busy with the cabin stuff another time, she wasn’t having any of that. She wanted to be able to contribute, and if that meant doing housework then she was more than happy to do it.
She thought about Malice. He had been kind of standoffish around her since he left the dinner table last evening. She hadn’t seen him again last night, but that was probably for the best. The way he had looked at her across the table, like some kind of lion about to pounce on her, had been a look no man had ever given her. No man except Malice. Even now she still felt her lips tingle from their kiss, and still felt her clit throb from unrestrained and unfulfilled desire. It had only been a few days since she had left Fairview, and although outside she was healing, she needed to work on healing herself on the inside.