Page 207 of Psycho

Tears burned my eyes.

It wasn’t that I didn’t think Micah could win, it was that the risk of him losing was just too great, and I wasn’t willing to take that risk.

“We can’t let him fight,” I said.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Roman said. “It’ll be fine. I promise.”

I tried to pull away, but he tightened his hold around me. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to know I wouldn’t be getting out of that seat.

Fuck.

How could he sound so nonchalant about the whole thing?

Lincoln climbed into the ring, sizing up Micah and letting out a vicious smile.

My bottom lip trembled, and I moved closer to Roman.

Micah didn’t show any reaction to the other man, though his eyes did move over to me briefly.

Scotty climbed out of the ring and went to the bell.

“Ready?” he asked with a smile.

Everyone cheered.

I had always hated the environment of the Basement, and I was reminded why.

I shook my head.

Scotty rang the bell, and the men circled around each other.

I grabbed Roman’s forearms and kept my eyes on the fight.

Lincoln attacked first, trying to get a punch in.

Micah easily dodged that, but still, I felt my heart stop beating for a moment.

Lincoln threw the second punch, then the third and a fourth.

Micah dodged those as well until Lincoln did a roundabout kick and clipped Micah on the chest.

The crowd cheered at the sight of the first contact.

I tensed.

Micah didn’t seem fazed by that.

Instead, he smiled and held up one finger.

Was he… was he goading Lincoln?

I let out a small exhale, and beside me, Dominic chuckled.

“Look at the fucker. What a fucking attention whore, am I right?”

Dominic playfully nudged me, and I rolled my eyes. Good to know he was in a good mood when it felt like I was sweating bullets.

Micah came back and threw his first punch.

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