Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(72)

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.

"Get him!" Blaine screamed.

"He'll kill him," Gaige said. He almost felt bad for the guy. Almost.

Nate swung one last fist, a wicked uppercut that took the guy off his feet for a couple seconds. The guy came down hard on one of the cinderblocks and as the crowd ooohhh'd and cheered, two guys rushed to the guy's aid.

Just like that, the fight was over.

Nate turned, spit more blood on the ground and then raised his fists. The crowed erupted in cheers as Nate walked back to the picnic table.

"We just cleaned up nice," Blaine said.

"Yeah, we did," Gaige said. He jumped from the table and hugged Nate. "Fucking sick, brother. They didn't stand a chance."

"Nope," Nate said. He licked his teeth and spit more blood.

"Take my beer," Blaine said. "You made some money for me. I think I'll hit the strip tonight."

"Renting *?" Gaige asked.

"Best kind," Blaine said. "Unless my little friend shows up..."

Gaige handed Nate back his chain and rings. There was already a small gathering of women lurking, all wanting to take part of licking the wounds of the winners of the fights.

"I think you just secured your night, bro," Gaige said and laughed.

"Yeah. Now it's your turn."

"Yeah," Gaige said.

He turned and saw a tall, thick biker standing like some kind of statue. He had a black leather cut with IDD written across the back of it, tattoos all over his arms, a wide stance, and his thumbs in his pockets. It pissed Gaige off.

"Push me," Gaige said to Nate.

He smiled and Nate nodded. Nate tossed Gaige into the biker.

"What the f*ck, *," the biker said as he caught his balance.

"Fuck you," Gaige said.

The man made a fist and punched Gaige in the face, rings and all. The searing pain of the punch forced Gaige a few steps back.

"Whoa," Nate said.

"It's good," Gaige said. "Really good." He touched his bloody lip and smiled. "Want to do that again?" he asked the biker.

The biker showed his fist and the smear of blood on one of his rings. "Yeah. Let's do this."

"Perfect," Gaige said. He turned and faced Nate. Now it was Gaige's turn to take off his rings, his chain, his leather cut, and even his t-shirt.