Page 5 of The Fight For Survival
"My face is not sour! I only begged you for Zoe's sake. I knew she wouldn't be able to persuade you how I could," She smirks, making my cock pay attention to the memory of herpersuasion.
"I feel so used," I pout, trying and failing to hide my smile.
Letting out a light giggle, "But you love being used," she flirts, batting her long dark lashes.
"It's true," I growl, biting at her bottom lip, licking the sting away. Fuck I want to bend her over the hood of the car so bad and have my way with her. As I'm seriously contemplating doing just that, I hear a throat clear. "As much as this is kind of turning me on. I'm more hungry for food," Zoe calls from the car window, all sassy-like. I didn't even know she was in there. Mia laughs, tipping her head back, stealing my breath once again with her sheer beauty.
We stop at a little burger joint on the way to Bellevue, where I order a classic burger, fries, and a soda. Zoe requests the same. "Can I just have some of yours?" Mia asks me, wringing her hands in her lap. Putting down my menu, I assess her. She looks a little pale, actually. Putting my hand on her forehead, I check to ensure she isn't running a fever. Nope.
"Are you okay, baby? You don't look so good."
"Uh yeah, I'm just not that hungry," she replies, looking down at her hands. I look at Zoe, an eyebrow raised in question, but she shakes her head. If she knew anything, she wouldn't break the girl code anyway. Not wanting to push her, I leave it alone.
Once we receive our food, I watch Mia closely. I gave her half my burger, and she hasn't touched it. She's gone from wringing her hands to tapping her foot under the table. Reaching out, I put a hand on her thigh, stopping the movement. "Okay, what is it? You've been acting a nervous wreck since we got here."
"I'm fi-"
"If you say you're fine, so help me, Mia, I'm going to lose it," I snap, causing her eyes to widen in surprise, instantly making me feel like shit. Scooting closer, I soften my voice. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to bite. I'm just worried about you." pulling her into me so her head rests on my shoulder. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"
"I know I wanted to see Braylon fight. But now it's happening. My nerves have been wreaking havoc," she says quietly.
"Because of Kane?" I guess.
"I know it's stupid, but I can't help how I feel," she mutters defensively.
Pulling away, I grab her attention with a firm voice, "Hey, no one said your feelings are stupid, okay? Do you want me to take you home?"
"No, of course not," she sits up straighter, chin held high and determination in her voice. "I need to get over the need to avoid all things, Kane. He can't dominate my life forever."
"Damn right, he can't. I'm the only one who gets to dominate you," I state huskily, leaning into her and pulling her into a sinful kiss.
"So hot," Zoe sighs dreamily, making me pull back with a smug smile.
Blushing, Mia releases a giggle, her mood lifting. My work here is done.
Kane
Beingbackhomeistorture. Not for the reasons I expected, though. Knowing that Cade and Mia are only a town away feels surreal. The second we landed, I had the urge to jump in a cab and go to our old hang-out. Just to feel closer to them. It took a shit ton of willpower not to go there.
It's strange because I'm not scared to be here. Knowing that my father is so close by, I thought I'd start having panic attacks again or at least be on the verge of one, but the devil hasn't even crossed my mind until now. My only thoughts have been of them—my lifelines.
"Are you ready for this, Kane?" Damon questions, interrupting my musings. Again. "You've heard it's Braylon you're fighting, right? He is not an easy opponent. They call him the 'killer' around here." He tells me with a smirk, trying to rile me up.
"Yes, I'm fucking ready. I don't want it easy. You should know I hate fighting little pussies," I grunt, rolling my shoulders, trying to ease the tension I feel there. "I'm in dire need of a good fight tonight," I add, cracking my knuckles.
"Good, now let's strap your hands and warm up."
I feel pumped tonight. I don't know if it's the adrenaline causing it, preparing my body for the fight to come. Or it could be the fact that I'm home after so long. Perhaps it's because I haven't gone back into the head of that scared little boy I once was. Whatever it is, I'm riding a high, and I'm going to embrace it.
"The fight isn't for another hour, D," I state, waving off his attempt to strap me. "Let's go and mingle with the crowd for a bit. We've been traveling all day. You need to relax." I slap him on the back as I saunter past him.
The place is heaving. I've fought at a lot of different locations. Some clubs use their bars to entertain matches. I've had a shit ton of fights at biker clubs where they constantly have them. The people who host them on the regular buy a warehouse or a similar venue and schedule fights multiple days a week. They are the real deal.
Of all the places I've seen, this warehouse is the biggest. The changing room has lockers lining the wall, shower cubicles that are actually clean, and benches to chill on, which is better than anywhere I've ever been. "Keep your fighters happy, keep the money rolling," is Damon's saying when it comes to places like this.
The atmosphere of the main room is charged with an exciting energy of what the night will bring. Groups of people chatter loudly over the pulsing music of the song, 'Believer,' byImagine Dragons, fitting the situation perfectly.
The room is impressive. I look around me, noting the long bar to my left that looks like it holds every type of alcoholic drink there is. People are propped up on stalls and standing around while the three bartenders rush around serving everyone.