Page 34 of He Is Ours (Lovers in Crossfire #2)

Chapter thirty-four

Rachel

I

am

sitting

here,

hands shaking as I watch every move that Alex makes; I swear, if Sam hurts him, I will lose my shit and all hell will break loose.

I know that's ironic, because we are in an underground fight club.

I need to make sure that no one interferes with the fight because if what Alex said was true, he would be winning this match quickly, and Sam would not be making it out of the rink at all.

I pull out my phone and send a text to Olivia.

Me: Perimeter set? Are you out of the way? Is the baby ok?

Olivia: Holy shit, woman. I am pregnant, not fucking dying. Yes, I am fine. Yes, the baby is fine. We are ready to go when you are.

I smile at my phone because I know she is fine, but seeing her get fired up makes me giggle, and right now, I could use that. My mind starts to wander back to her, in all black, with her rifle strapped around her. It was so fucking sexy.

I know Oliver and his guys will keep her safe, because heaven fucking forbid the damn woman just stay the fuck home. I swear I was tempted to chain her ass to the bed just to make her stay at home, but Alex sided with her. Fucking pussy whipped.

I look back up and see Alex and Sam circling each other, Sam sneaking a snarling glance at me every chance he gets, and I, of course, have to give him a flirty smile and wave just to piss him off more.

After a glance at me, Sam swings and hits Alex straight in the jaw.

Alex's head snaps to the side, and instantly, I see red.

I grab onto the chair in front of me to stop myself from going out there and killing Sam myself.

I know Alex can handle this, but it doesn't mean I have to like watching.

Sam looks back at me and smiles like he just won the lottery.

Alex twists his head to crack his neck on each side and gives Sam a menacing smile.

Ohhhh, he fucked up. I see the evil in Alex's eyes; the only other time I have seen this look was when we were headed to the auction to get Olivia.

The Starr brothers will be lucky if all they have to do is pick up their brother off the floor and nothing worse, like scrape up his guts with a shovel.

Sam swings at Alex again but misses as Alex ducks and punches Sam right in the stomach. Sam doesn't look phased at all. He swings out his leg to try to trip Alex, another failure on Sam's part.

Alex finally steps forward and hits Sam square in the face, causing his head to snap to the side, and as soon as Sam gets his bearings, Alex hits him from the other side, sending punch after punch to Sam's face.

Sam steps back, trying to get out of Alex's rapid fire, but it's no use. Alex slides his leg back and trips Sam, causing him to fall on the ground. Using the momentum, Alex does some mid-air punches, causing Sam to hit the ground harder and faster. I swear it’s something that I would have seen in a movie.

Once Sam is on the ground, Alex keeps hitting him, not letting up even a centimeter.

The crowd is going wild, and my eyes are focused solely on Alex. Sam is finished; he will be lucky to get out of here alive.

I am so distracted, screaming and cheering for Alex, that I don't notice the arms moving around my midsection and chest until I get pulled back, taking the breath out of my lungs. The smell of cigarette smoke and stale beer invades my senses.

I fling my head back, trying to headbutt whoever was ballsy enough to grab me, but they move out of my way, and my head hits their shoulder bone, causing them to grunt.

That grunt. I recognize it all too well. It sounds exactly like Andrew. It has to be one of his stupid brothers who has me, but I will be damned if they take me, and if they do, they will have to fight for that. He walks backwards into the crowd, dragging me with him.

"ALEX!" I scream, just before a large, rough hand clamps down over my mouth. Panic jolts through me like lightning.

Instinct takes over.

I sink my teeth into his palm, hard enough to taste blood. He jerks his hand back with a curse, but I am already thrashing, kicking, anything to get out of his grip. How fucking dare he put his hands on me?

"ALEX!" I scream a second time, trying to be heard over the crowd's noise. I feel a sharp pain in my cheek. That's when I notice that whoever the fuck has me just slapped my face, and another guy places a piece of duct tape over my mouth.

Alex turns around, searching the crowd for my voice. I see the panic rise in his eyes as soon as his eyes meet mine. He jumps out of the ring and starts running through the crowd in my direction, but no one is moving out of his way, and he is having to push and shove his way to me.

I reach my hand down towards the waistband of my pants. If I can get to my knife, I can stab this fucker and get out of their grip. The Starr brothers' arms tighten around my chest harder, pinning my arms to my side so tightly that it's starting to cut off circulation.

Alex is right behind us when we reach the door, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me towards him.

The Starr brother, who is holding me, doesn't loosen his grip, and now I am basically the rope in a tug of war competition.

This shit fucking hurts. I hear Alex growl, and his grip slides from my waist to my legs.

I can finally see that the Starr brother holding me is Tim, the second-oldest brother.

I lean forward again and try to headbutt Tim, but this time I hit his chest and he just laughs at me.

I see Nate standing to the right of Tim, watching, but not moving to help at all.

Nate pushes his glasses up with a finger to the bridge of his nose, then turns around to search the crowd.

What the fuck is he even looking for?

Next thing I see, Tyler walks up with his stupid smirk on his face behind Alex.

He raises his hand and the light reflects off the brass right before I could even say anything; he hits Alex in the head, and Alex crumbles to the floor.

The entire room falls silent and turns to watch us.

I am thrashing and screaming behind the duct tape, trying to get out of Tim’s grip to get to Alex, who is now crumpled on the floor.

Tyler laughs at my attempt to get out of Tim’s grip. He reaches forward to rip the tape off my lips, causing my lips to burn, but that doesn't stop me from screaming at him. "What the fuck, Tyler! Why the fuck would you do that?"

Everyone is looking at us. I'm trying to get any help, but all I'm getting are gawking eyes on me and whispers that I can’t make out.

"Well, well, well. Look at the little mouse caught in the mouth of the cat—or should I say cats?" I give him a look at his stupid comment. Who even says something like that?

"What the fuck do you want with me?" I try to pull against Tim's grip, anything to get a little bit of feeling back in my arms.

"What do I want? Well, what I want is my brother to be alive, but I don't foresee you having the power to bring back the dead." He rubs his chin, looking as if he is seriously contemplating something.

He leans forward and whispers in my ear, "You know what? Maybe we can kill you." I raise an eyebrow at him. This is the worst "villain" speech I have ever heard.

"Are you done yet?" The sass rolling off my tongue, which pisses him off. Next thing I know, my head snaps to the side from the impact of Tyler’s hand smacking me across the face.

"No, little murderer, I am not done. You are going to pay for what you did to Andrew." I just blink at him, waiting for him to stop talking.

"And why exactly would I do that? I told you what he did to me. I'm not going to pay for shit." I spat at him, trying to get my spit to hit him in the face.