Outlaw Revenge (Back Down Devil MC #1)(4)

"If this keeps up I'm going in there and knocking both of them out."

"I'll put a thousand on that," Gaige said.

The slow fight continued. One of the men landed a punch to the gut. Then a punch to the face that sounded more like a bitch slip than a solid fist.

"Hey brothers."

Gaige jumped down from the table and hugged Blaine.

"How did your meeting go?" Blaine asked.

"All done. Two dead and the third was sent away with enough injuries to scare the rest."

Blaine slapped Gaige in the face. "Such a tough guy. I remember when you were just a punk kid roaming the streets."

"That was probably right around the time you took your last shower," Gaige quipped.

Blaine sniffed his jacket and shrugged. "That's years of *, brother. I can't wash that away." He winked and took a sip of his beer.

"Oh, come on!" Nate yelled. "Hit someone. Fuck."

"What's up with Nate?" Blaine asked.

"He's fired up," Gaige said. "I think he wants in."

"I'll put money on it," Blaine said.

"I told him I'd put a grand on him fighting the two f*cks in there now."

"Thousand?" Blaine asked. "I'm in."

Blaine turned and whistled. A short man with a notebook hustled to him. He collected money, gave the odds, and took care of the payouts. With him were two big men with sawed off shotguns, just to make sure nobody got out of line.

"We have some action for you," Blaine said.

Gaige punched Nate in the leg. "Blaine's betting on you."

"About f*cking time," Nate said. He stood up and whistled. It was like a freight train, calling attention to everyone, including the fight in the circle. "You two are f*cking pussies!"

"Fuck you," the men yelled.

"How 'bout you two fight a real man?" Nate offered. "Two on one. Just like my buddy and I tag teamed your f*cking mother last night."

One of the men jumped up on the cinder blocks and threw the middle finger. "Come on. Come on, *. Get in here."

Nate slowly took his rings off while staring down the two men in the circle.

"Bro, you getting in?" Gaige asked.

Nate handed Gaige his rings. He cracked his knuckles and smiled. "I'm going to f*cking kill these two."

Gaige whistled as Nate jumped down to the ground. The crowd parted as Nate unclipped the chain off his jeans and rolled it up. He handed that to Gaige too. He removed his leather cut, leaving him in a black t-shirt.

Nate walked to the circle as another man jumped into the middle. This guy was more or less the referee of the fights. He made sure the fights started fair and ended when they needed to. After all, this was a bunch of bikers, they could beat someone to death because it was fun to do.

Once in the circle, Nate stood with his hands balled into fists. Gaige stood on the picnic table and Blaine joined him.

"Think he can do this?" Blaine asked.

"I hope so," Gaige said. "He's pissed because I let that third guy live. He's hungry for a fight. Me too."

"Oh yeah? You jumping in next?" Blaine asked.

"I'd like to. Still haven't found someone to fight though."

"Eh, I'm sure you will. This place is crawling with f*cking losers. Right?" Blaine swatted the back of the head of the person in front of him. The guy looked back and up at Blaine.

"What the f*ck?" the guy asked.

"Fuck you," Blaine said. He kicked the guy in the mouth. The guy stumbled and Blaine laughed.

"Christ, man," Gaige said. "Relax."

The referee gave some rules and then backed away. The rules were a formality and if they weren't followed, it would be open season on the guy breaking the rules. There was a certain respect that came with fighting. Even if it was mostly about setting grudges or getting revenge.

Nate was massive compared to the two guys. His shoulders were a mile wide. His face cut like stone. The other guys looked like scrawny wannabe bikers.

"He's going to f*cking rock them," Gaige said. He started to clap. His heart was racing for this.

"Take your best shot," Nate said. "Each of you."

"Yeah? That's what you want?" one of the men taunted.

Nate spit in the guy's face and then laughed. The man came forward and socked Nate in the face. Nate took a step back and then spit a chunk of blood to the ground. He nodded.

"That was weak. *." He looked at the other man. "Your turn."

"Come on, fight me," the man said.

"I'm tired from bending your mother over last night."

"My mother's dead," the man said.

"Then it must have been your old lady. Man, did she stink..."

The man screamed and ran at Nate. Nate threw a fist and connected with the guy's face. His head snapped back and he collapsed to the ground. He was out cold. The entire crowd let out a cheer.

"Holy f*ck," Blaine said.

The other man took a step back.

"Running?" Nate asked.

Nate moved at him and threw a left fist. It hit the guy in the face, leaving him in shock. Nate then unleashed a hellish fury of fists. He started with the guy's gut and pounded his way up. Fist after hard fist, Nate grunting each time. Finally, with the guy rocking back and forth Nate made a big fist and held it up.