Page 42 of Dirty Saint
Ten minutes later, I'm pacing as the rage flows through my body. I'm keyed up and ready to rail against this fuck head. The Grim Saints and the Havoc Ryders are standing in a wide circle. I hear bets being made all around us. Piney brings in Holt. He comes into the ring and roars as he runs toward me as if he wants to tackle me. I move out of the way at just the last second, catching his leg with my foot, and he crashes to the floor. I give him a second to get back up. He's lucky I don't kick him in the head, but I want a few minutes to toy with my prey.
He gets up and leans forward to tackle me. At this angle, I kick up with my knee and get him in the stomach. The wind gets knocked out of him. I push him back and move in with a right hook. He shakes his head and tries to come at me, but I block his punch.
He starts dancing around and tries to come at me with an uppercut, but I easily dodge him. His movements are clunky and easy to predict.
I kick it up a notch and say, "so you like hitting woman, huh?"
"Fuck you, Ares," Gavin spits out. I clock him in the mouth a few minutes later, and blood spurts down his chin.
"You in love with my girl?" I taunt.
"She not your fucking girl," he roars.
He comes at me, and I lead with my right fist but use my left to follow through with an uppercut to his chin. I follow it up with a quick right hook, he sways, and I kick him hard in the side. He staggers, and I wait. He gathers himself and comes at me again, managing to hit me in the nose, blood gushing. I don’t let the pain stop me because I want Holt cocky. After all, it will make what I’m about to do next all the sweeter. When he comes at me again, ready to clock me, I punch with my right fist with such force it knocks him to the floor. I'm on him in seconds, his throat in my hands as I squeeze. He struggles against me, and I'm blinded by fury as he gasps for air. Just before I crush his windpipe, I yell, “Willow is mine!” I see the moment the light goes from his eyes. The crowd goes wild. I stand and turn around. Misfit hands me a towel, so I use it on my bloody nose. I move into the main bar, where someone calls to me. I sit in the chair, and a girl I’ve never seen before takes care of cleaning me up and putting an adhesive on my nose.
Red approaches with Piney as Misfit and Zeke join us.
Red speaks first, “you did us a solid tonight Ares.”
I nod my head in acknowledgment as I gulp water from the bottle Misfit hands me.
“Cherry sang like a bird when I caught up to her,” Zeke jumps in.
“Yeah, I was going to update you, but we got the call you’d found Gavin before I could,” Red confirms.
“Confirm what?” Misfit asks Red.
Piney answers instead, “when we started looking, we discovered Gavin had been working his angle not only to fuck with the Grim Saints but also do get a nest egg together. He was trading on the Havoc Ryder’s name Shit; he’s damn lucky he got away with it this long.”
Red grabs a cigarette from the pack in his pocket, “he wasn’t as dumb as I always thought. He waited until the Ryder’s went to work out of state.”
“We’re square. Let’s move on,” I say, standing, wanting to get back to the clubhouse.
“What about the sweetbutt?” Red asks.
“I’m open to suggestions,” I say, knowing he meant Cherry, who wasn’t my main concern right now. I figured I’d let Misfit and Zeke figure it out.
“We could take her off your hands,” Piney confirms.
“She’s our gift to you,” I say, “I’m heading out. Zeke and Misfit will take care of things here.”
When I get out to my bike, I see Misfit has followed me, “sweetbutt has you all twisted up, brother.”
“Don’t call her that!” I frown and straddle my bike.
“What should I call her then, Prez?” Misfit smirks at me.
“You’re an asshole!” I say and rev my bike. He walks away laughing.