An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(57)

I took him back to the ropes and pressed harder, slowing putting the glass to his face. As I dug the jagged tip into his cheek, I gritted my teeth and sliced. It was only a few inches, but it was enough to get Denis off his game.

He turned, throwing his shoulder at my face, hitting me in the jaw. I stumbled back as he rolled into the corner, clutching his face. Everywhere I stepped, glass crunched under my feet. Most of the pieces were too damn small to use as a knife. So I just went forward, fists ready, as normal.

I started to unleash on Denis, fist after fist to his ribs and stomach.

In a moment of complete stupidity, I let it slip my mind that Denis could have still had the piece of glass in his hand. I found out a second later that he did have the piece of glass still in his hand when he reached around and tried to stab me in the back.

I wiggled away and threw a left, smacking him in the eye.

He slashed at me, getting nothing but air.

I punched with a hard right, blood spraying out of the ring.

He stepped forward from the comfort of the ropes and the corner. He was ready to go down and I could see it in his eyes he knew he was f*cked. He kept slashing at me, desperate to get lucky and slit my throat.

When we got to the middle of the ring, that was it for me. He tried to stab me one last time and I grabbed his wrist again. I twisted it hard, feeling something pop. I stabbed him in the throat but didn’t get enough to kill him. So I hit Denis with one more left punch and sent his ass to the mat.

He fell face first, down into the shattered glass.

He hit with a hard thud and then it was just me standing there.

The entire place was quiet and it felt that way for about a goddamn hour.

In truth, it was only a couple seconds before the place erupted in cheers.

Cash and Jasper jumped up on the mat and climbed into the ring to get to me. Cash wrapped his arms around me and lifted me.

“Holy f*ck, brother!” he screamed. “You did it! We get money. We get *.”

Jasper put his hands to my face. “Hey, Trent. Are you good?”

“I’m fine,” I said.

After the fight - or any fight or kill - I was calm. I didn’t let it all get to me. I let it all wash away. That’s what made me the monster. I was already moving on to the next mission. The next fight. Shit, I was thinking about showering and heading back to Daurian so I could get into Harlee’s panties and have that sweet * again.

Trev got into the ring as two men entered the ring to tend to Denis. He was moving, slowly climbing to his knees. The guy was completely out of it. He probably wouldn’t be coherent until tomorrow.

We got out of the ring and walked back to the same room where we had to meet with Peter. He stood there, door open, waiting for me. His hands were out and a big smile grazed his face.

When he tried to touch me, I knocked his hands out of the way. “Don’t f*ck with me.”

“Whoa, whoa,” Trev said, slipping between us. “Let’s give Trent a few minutes here.”

“How about a shower?” Miller asked. “Guy needs to be patched up here.”

“I take good care,” Peter said. He whistled and pointed.

I turned my head and saw a woman slowly walking down the hallway. Everything on her body was too tight. Her tits were huge. Her face, eyes, everything were wildly put together.

Not a single person made a sound as she walked right by all of us.

“That is nurse,” Peter said. “She take good care of you, fighter. Stitch you and suck you.”

“Fuck,” Cash said. “Someone give me a knife. I’ll cut my leg off right now to get a piece of that ass.”

“Easy now,” Trev said. He then looked at me. “Go get cleaned up, okay?”

“No, Prez,” I said. “We’re not done here yet.”

“You won the fight,” Trev said.

“You’ve earned that,” Miller chimed in. “That was a hell of a showing out there.”

I looked at Peter. “What the f*ck was that about?”

“What?” he asked.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” I said. “The f*cking window. That was on purpose. You stalled the fight out. Why?”

Peter let out a deep laugh. He put up a finger and stepped back into the office. I felt my heart starting to race again. Adrenaline pumped through my veins like fresh gasoline. The pain in my shoulder subsided, along with all the other other cuts and bruises.

Peter grabbed a wad of cash and brought it to me. “Take all, fighter. Take all.”

“Whoa,” Cash said. “That’s double of what you said.”

Peter nodded. “You help.”

I looked at Trev.

“Give us the reason,” Trev said. “We have to know what we were part of.”

Peter nodded. “Fair, fair. Let’s say…” He puckered his lips. “Diversion. Everyone is here, nobody is over there. Understand?”

“Christ,” I said. I slapped the wad of cash off Trev’s chest. “We were pawns for their attack.”

“Anyone we should worry about?” Miller asked. “Friends of ours? Enemies of ours?”

“No,” Peter said. “Nothing to care for. The extra is showing of good faith.”

“That guy wanted to slit my throat and kill me,” I said to Peter. “What was that?”