Page 24 of You Are My Every Reason

"Move!" my voice booms, causing everyone in front of me to part and make a path for me.

I hear the announcer still going, but I'm not listening to him. A roaring sound fills my ears. It's one I often get when the bell rings to start a fight, all my focus and attention turning to my willing victim.

It doesn’t take me long to cut through the crowd, but it feels as though an eternity has passed.

“Dollface!” I shout out to her. I don’t want to say her name for all to hear. She turns her head more in my direction, indicating that my voice has reached her. Her lips part, and I can see relief cross her face, but the fear is still there. Something here has spooked her, and I’m guessing she saw someone she knows.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a man in a gray suit heading toward her. He’s been here before, and he’s too young to be her father, by my guess.

“Hey!” I roar over the crowd to get the fucker's attention. He freezes when he spots me, his eyes filled with surprise and confusion. An almost bewildering expression. It’s the same man the blonde that tried to touch me earlier was with. “Willa, get her back,” I order my sister but already see some of King’s men closing in around the girls.

“Man, I think you’re mistaken.” He holds his hands up. “I don’t want Cassie. You can have her.”

“No one cares about Cassie. Am I mistaken that you know her?” I nod toward Fallon. He turns to look, but I pop him in the cheek with a slap. “Eyes on me, bitch boy. We both know who I’m talking about.” His mouth hangs open, still in shock. Going off the fancy-ass suit he’s wearing and the men standing behind him, I’m guessing he’s never been slapped before. I didn’t punch him for a reason. I knew a slap would embarrass him more. I want him to feel like the lowest of the low.

He’s a short little fuck that I’m guessing can run his mouth. That’s why he’s got the two guys behind him that aren’t about to get in this fight. Everyone appears to be backing away.

“Answer me.” I pop him in the mouth again. This time, he quickly retreats a few steps, but I swiftly clear the distance between us again. I grab a fistful of his hair and yank backward, treating him like the little bitch that he is.

“Ahh! Let go!” He struggles against my hold. It’s almost comical, but I’m too pissed to find anything funny.

“Answer my fucking question.”

“She’s my fiancée.” I feel a sense of anger that I’ve never felt before. That’s saying a lot since I hated my father with the deepest part of me. That roaring sound fills my head again. Fallon told me that her father was going to marry her off. There hadn't been names, but that was why she'd run that very day. That a fate with the man she was supposed to marry would be worse than death.

I'm going to make him wish he was dead.

“Wrong answer, motherfucker,” I whisper against his ear. "She's mine," I let him know before unleashing on him.

ChapterFifteen

FALLON

This was not the fight I thought I was going to see. I watch in silence as Rich handles the man I was supposed to marry like he’s nothing more than a rag doll. Each of his blows is smooth but fierce.

“All right, we should stop him. At least I want to talk to Carl,” I hear King say.

“Can’t talk to a dead man,” West mutters. “Hopefully Rich gets some anger out on this schmuck before he returns to you.”

“Returns to you?” Willa asks. “Did you do something?”

“Guys,” I interrupt but never take my attention off Rich. All of the people who had been around the cage have now closed in on this fight. They are chanting Rich’s name over and over. “He’s going to kill him.”

I'm uncertain if I'm merely emphasizing the obvious or requesting their intervention. You can’t just kill someone. Right? I might be sheltered, but I know there are rules and laws. Especially when it’s all being witnessed by such a huge crowd. King might have control over the island, but no one has control over social media. I know that, and I have only known social media for a week!

I find myself trying to walk over to Rich but am stopped by someone. “Let her go,” King tells them, and they quickly back up to let me by. No one else tries to stop me. I cringe when I hear a crunching sound; a spray of blood hits me.

“Rich.” I let out a loud gasp. Rich’s head snaps around, his eyes darker now, a wildness to them as they lock with mine. He releases his hold on Carl, who crumbles to the concrete floor.

“Dollface.” Rich’s face softens, his whole demeanor changing in the flip of a switch. “I got blood on you.”

“Only the shirt.”

"I'm sorry." Rich runs his hands up and down me.

"I'm not." I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him down. He doesn't resist. I press my mouth against his. I can feel the tension in his body, every muscle strained.

When I slide my tongue across his lips, he lets out a groan; his hands cup my face as he deepens the kiss. Rich’s tongue slips into my mouth, stroking against mine, laying claim to me.

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