Page 87 of Chaos

How dare he?

I’ve been playing nice, but that’s over.

Raining vicious punches on his head, he falls to the ground, covering his ears with his hands.

It doesn’t stop me.

Blow after blow finds its spot.

“Jax!” Brody appears at the edge of the mat, banging his palm.

When I look up, terror etches his features.

“Please! Don’t! He’s my friend.” Brody’s fingers stretch out to me as he begs. “For me? Brother?”

I pause, my arm cocked above my head, and I meet his gaze. “I had a brother. He’s dead.” Dropping my fist, I can feel the skull of the man beneath me cave in with a crunch.

His limbs fall limply with a gurgling exhale.

Brody’s yell climbs louder than the crowd, and he claws out, trying to drag himself into the ring.

Knox, his arm still in a sling, grabs him by the belt and holds him back.

“You’re going to pay!” he screams, red faced with spittle flying. “And your fucking bitch!” His guys wrap around him and pull him back into the crowd.

“Jax!” Nikolai bellows from behind me. “Time to go!” His foot braces on the bottom rope as he gestures for me to hurry.

Alexei is ushering a wide-eyed Sofia out ahead of me.

Beer bottles fly past us, thrown from the stands.

“I guess I took care of their favorite,” I mumble as I duck another empty, narrowly missing my head.

“That was the idea.” Nikolai propels me in front of him. I can feel his hand twitch as he’s hit by the makeshift projectiles, but the pressure never changes.

“Get your shit, get your girl, get the fuck out. We got your back.” Alexei shoves my duffel in my hand that holds my street clothes, then drags Sofia up.

She’s walking stiffly, like a wooden doll.

I think she’s in shock.

“Go. My turn to fight.” Alexei’s silver tooth glimmers in his wide grin. His hair falls in front of his wild eyes before he turns away to stand next to Nikolai, blocking the hall from the arena.

“Sof? Come on.” When I tug her to follow, she moves like her legs aren’t working.

Shit.

“I’m going to carry you if you don’t hurry!” I dip my shoulder to pick her up, but her hands brace against me.

“Don’t touch me. You’re covered in…” Her words trail off as she stares at me.

I glance down. Blood and gore is splattered across my chest and arms.

Nasty.

“Fine, I’ll clean up later.” Wrapping my hand around her wrist, she lets me lead her outside to the car.

“I’ll drive while you wipe yourself off.” She snags the duffel from me and begins to rush around the front of the Lambo when she stops.