Playboy Princes (Royals of Arbon Academy, #2)(49)

A pained moan left his lips, and his hands pressed to his injured side. No one helped him from the ring, and I stared him down the entire ten minutes it took him to haul his ass out of there and disappear through the tunnels.

“Come on, V,” Nolan said, appearing out of nowhere. Those green eyes of his were sparkling—he’d enjoyed that fight. “Time to watch the master at work.”

Ah, that could only mean one thing.

It was the main event.

Fallen Angel was fighting.





Chapter 21





When I watched Rafe move about the fight ring, I marveled at his skill.

How the fuck was he even real? No one, and I mean no one I’d ever seen in my life, moved like he did. He fought with dancing, fluid strokes of his body, using it as a weapon. I saw no blades on him, even though his opponent had a pair of short throwing axes, which were pretty much useless against someone as fast as Rafe. That was Goat God’s first mistake. His second was calling himself Goat God, and his third was fighting at all tonight.

Rafe dispatched him in about forty seconds, leaving the Goat bleeding and broken with one of his own axes embedded in his thigh.

“I mean, if people are paying money for these fights, they really should find someone better for Ra—uh—Fallen Angel,” I murmured to Jordan and Nolan, who were lingering near me.

Nolan snorted. “They’ve tried. It’s reached the point where no one decent will sign up to fight him, and he’s left with the idiots who want to prove themselves.”

That was a problem because I had to admit, watching Rafe fight had my body wound up tight, and I really wanted to see more than half a minute of action.

Although there was a remote possibility I might orgasm from that, so maybe this was safest.

“So, it’s over now?” I asked as people started to move. Quickly, without acknowledgement of each other, the crowds dispersed. It was much less insane than the last couple of times when guards had broken up the fight.

“Do you think Rafe meant it when he said he told his guards not to come looking for this again?” I couldn’t think of what reason he would have given, but he’d seemed sure they wouldn’t show up.

Jordan shook his head. “That’s not what he meant. No one in the Swiss Guard knows about this part of his life. I’m guessing what he did was give them something else to focus on, and they had no time to worry about this stuff. His father allows Rafe a fair amount of power and control already.”

“Probably explains why he’s such an overbearing asshole,” I muttered before I slipped away from the guys, making my way with the crowd. Jordan’s laughter followed me.

When I got into the main hallway, I started to follow the arrows—not that I needed to. Quite a few students were making their way back. I got a lot of looks, and I almost wished for a black cloak to cover my purple ass.

Standing out was great, if it didn’t put a massive target on your back.

My weapon was still in my hand though, so I doubted anyone was going to take me on right now.

Of course, there was always an idiot in the crowd who had to show the woman who was boss.

“What makes you think you can play with the big boys?” a dude walking nearby sneered at me. I had no idea who it was; he wore a face cover like everyone else.

I slowed, twirling my blade as I smiled at him. “Hmmmm, maybe the fact that with both ‘big boys’ I fought, I kicked their asses.”

He wasn’t smiling, and I continued on my way… only to have him wrap a tight hand around my arm, yanking me toward him.

For fuck’s sake. Here we went again.

“You should learn your place, bitch. You have a cunt, you don’t fight.”

A snort of laughter left me, even though he was holding tight enough to leave massive bruises. “What about if you are a cunt? Because that would rule you out,” I said in a sing-song voice.

Never let them see you sweat.

Before he could reply, I swung the hilt of my weapon, using the hand he’d stupidly left free, and slammed it down on his wrist. I knew the best place to hit to break a bone, and sure enough, I was rewarded with a satisfying crack.

Asshole howled, dropping me on instinct as the pain overwhelmed him, but he shut the fuck up when my blade pressed against his throat.

“I should kill you right now,” I said, with no humor in my voice anymore. “Leave you in this fucking maze to bleed out. No one would find you. No one would miss you.” Everyone else had cleared out when we stopped, so it was only the two of us here now.

And that made my threat all the more terrifying.

A whimper was his only reply.

“Come on, Violence,” a low drawl said from behind me. “Leave this sorry excuse for a human to crawl his way back. You have bigger fish to fry.”

The dick on the ground looked between Rafe and me, and I was shocked I hadn’t heard him approach. I’d been sure we were alone, but that sneaky bastard was fucking Spider-Man or something, scaling walls and blending into the night.

“F—Fallen Angel,” the loser stuttered out. “Was just”—he swallowed hard—“trying to make her stop fighting. It’s not a place for bitches.”

Rafe swung his leg out and kicked him straight in the face, shutting him the fuck up.

I shrugged, sheathing my weapon for the first time. “See, I didn’t overreact. He got what he deserved.”