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Chapter Seven

Quinn

The Macro had basically twisted his hand around my balls, forcing me to do what I had walked away from years ago. The blood boiled inside my veins, burning to break the surface.

How dare he challenge me?

I had come here to see Cadence, she had been the only reason I stepped through those doors.

Her father had offered to pay me; and as much as I could use the money, it wasn't an option. I made a promise to never step back into the ring. A promise I made to a friend, a best friend.

And now I felt the feral need to stand my ground, show that I'm not weak, I'm not a pussy who's just going to close his eyes and look the other way.

But this changed everything. I'm not a coward, I won't back down from a challenge.

That's one of my biggest flaws. I'm not going to run with my tail between my legs, hide in the corner and hope I can sneak away unscathed.

Maybe it was pure testosterone that drove the crazy side, or maybe I was just too proud to back down. I had avoided the ring completely, never stepping foot inside the arena. Fighting had been more than just a hobby, it ran through me to the bones.

And now I was on a war path, demanding respect. He wanted to call me out, see what I could handle...

I hope he's not throwing another top guy at me, because then he'll be down by two.

He has no idea who he's dealing with.

This man might run the Ground Game, he might have control over his fighters, but I'm not his fucking puppet.

I'll never be under his grasp, I decided my own fate.

The crowd surged with energy as I walked towards the ring. People barked in my direction, spit flying across with the screams.

Louis bared his teeth, a shit-eating grin sitting on his face like the mad mask of the Joker.

If I ever get the chance, I'm going to knock that fucking smile so far down his throat, he'll be tasting his own ass.

He wasn't a man, he was a cruel, lifeless beast who didn't deserve to breath the same air as his daughter. I only needed to meet him once to see that. From the first words that seethed through his lips, I knew he ran on nothing but power.

It was hard to believe a woman of her beauty was born from the same seed, and shared the same blood that spread through his body.

I'm going to make sure she knows how special she is, how fucking sexy she is.

Because I was man who knew when a woman needed to hear that she was beautiful, and when to call her sexy. My cock would make sure every inch of her body trembled just knowing she was wanted.

I wasn't going to look like a scared puppy dog and reject this taunt. Cadence needed to know her father couldn't scare me. There was a hint of fear that seemed to shine through her glossy eyes when her father was near her. I didn't like it, and it made taking this challenge a bit easier.

Nothing would make me run from this woman. No man, no matter how high on the food chain, could ever make me back down. When I decide I want something, that's it; it's mine.

And Cadence had been claimed.

The ring was small, barely raising four inches off the floor. It reeked of sweat and blood, the metallic taste of iron fell over my tongue as I inhaled through my mouth.

There's been a lot of blood spilled here.

Slipping through the ropes, I stepped in close to the Macro. “This fight, doesn't mean shit. This doesn't mean I work for you. For your sake, I hope this asshole fights better than your last bitch.” Clenching my fists, sweat dripped off my knuckles and plopped to the mat with a soundless splash.

A twitch pulsed next to his nose, lip curling in anger. “I'm hoping you walk away from this, for my daughter's sake.”

My muscles shook with white hot rage.What the fuck did that mean? He's a ruthless piece of shit, motherfucker!