Page 71 of Shattered Love

Dominic

Anderson turnsup in my room a few minutes later. “You did good, Stone!”

I don’t fucking reply. He knows I fucking hate this shit. I follow him back to the room. I spend the whole night watching the live feed. I watch as Juliet breaks down and sobs on the floor, my fingers running across the screen just like I watched when Avery was pregnant. I sit there all night so she won't be alone, hoping that somehow, in all the shit, she feels me and her mother, and won’t be scared.

I walk outside holding my face towards the sun, before returning. Anderson meets me by the door handing me a sandwich and coffee.

Walking into the room, every hair on my neck stands up. Everyone looks at me for a split second before they carry on tapping away, speaking into their headphones.

Something is off. “Boss!”

We both race over to the screens. Anderson looks at the screen where a group of men have gathered. It seems the whole gang is there—at least twenty of them.

“What happened?” Anderson’s voice is cold. He’s eyes darting all over the monitor.

“I don’t know! They approached the girl. Inferno—he, um, well, he kissed her. Then, they arranged this big fight. Inferno is involved.” Riley gulps, pulling on his tie.

Anderson frowns. He leans forward completely puzzled.

I watch a man with a bald head walks into the ring. He pulls his top off, banging on his chest like he’s a fucking caveman.

“Who’s that fucker?” I already know I fucking hate the cocky prick.

Anderson lips actually curling up. “That’s Rixs.” He spits as if that name leaves a bad taste in his mouth. I know that name, he’s the bastard that started all this.

I watch as he looks at my baby girl.

“Mine,” he mouths before a sick grin lights up his face and he licks his lips. Like a gun butt to the head, I know what’s happening.

“Fuck! It’s a property fight. Whoever wins gets my fucking daughter!”

Anderson’s eyes widen and he studies the screen. “We've heard of these fights, but we’ve never seen them.”

I grab the back of my neck. “How good of a fighter is this Rixs?”

“He’s not that good, but he's high. I don't need to tell you what that means.”

Closing my eyes, nodding. I’ve seen men still run with eight bullets in them because they were fucking high.

“He’s also a dirty fighter. He won't just bring his fist to the fight, and I can guarantee he will fight dirty.” Looking at the screen I know hasn’t got a fucking clue what’s going to happen.

“Put it on the big screen!” he shouts to the room and nearly a whole wall is filled with the video link.

“If he fails, I’m going in. There’s no fucking stopping me!”

Anderson looks at me, dead in the eyes. “He can’t—” He cuts himself off, looking at the screen as they circle each other like animals.

Rixs grins like a maniac before lunging at Inferno and landing a sharphit to his chest, making him stubble back.

Inferno comes back swing after swing, sending Rixs to his knees. Inferno is a good fighter with a strong punch you can see the strength. Before Inferno can move in, Rixs sends a cloud of smoke toward him.

“He can't fucking see.” I growl. All of us take a step closer to the screen.

Everyone holds their breath as Rixs rains down blow after blow on Inferno. He spits at him, then the video screen catches something.

“He's got a knife, sir!”

Anderson looks over his shoulder. “I can fucking see, Riley.”

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