Page 8 of Loving Lucian

Chapter 7

Haylee

Never going to make it, Haylee.

Never going to be worth anything, Haylee.

You’ll die unwanted and in an unmarked grave.

I took another uppercut punch to the stomach, and it winded me. God, what was wrong with me tonight? Why the hell wasn’t I blocking? The ref called time and I collapsed in my corner.

“Take another left hook and ya out!” Harley handed me water. “Don’t know where ya fucking head is, but we have our meth trade on this fight, need I remind you.”

I looked at my opponent, who was kicking my ass at the moment. Cage fights were always my thing, but since being back, I hadn’t been in the finest form.

“Start blocking, Haylee,” Ethan said to my right. “She’s wearing herself out, she is waiting for you to fall.”

I looked my opponent again and there was something in her eyes that told me that she was furious with me and it had nothing to do with the fight. No, something else was driving her punches and anger.

Harley wiped the blood off my cheeks, and he forced me up and back into the ring. I watched her get up, looking at me like I was her prey. Where did I know her from? She knew me? Why couldn’t I place her?

My red hair was braided back, and I had no effort or interest in this fight. Till I saw her eyes go to the crowd, and his eyes were on her. I watched their connection, and then it hit me, that this bottom-feeder was connected to them.

And to think I was letting her win. I cracked my neck to the side, ready to show her why my name was chiselled on the boards behind her in this underground ring.

LUCIAN

I was trying to get in the shadows, needing Dy to win this fight. Watching Haylee take punch after punch was getting under my skin. Why wasn’t she fighting back? They had a lot on the line for this fight—their meth trade. Harley knew I was going to hand it over as soon as Haylee came home. It was Dy’s idea to fight for it. She was itching for a fight with Haylee, and had been dominating the fight to the point where I didn’t want to see the outcome.

Then the bells rang, ref called the fight back in, and Haylee came straight in with a right hook. Now where had she been all night? It took a few simple moves, performed perfectly. Right hook, lower uppercut, left kick, and then finally an insurance hit, a blind left punch to the head.

Dy fell and the crowd erupted. Well, looks like Harley was getting the meth earlier and on his terms.

Then, as I was about to turn and leave, before Haylee saw me, I watched her bark something at her brother. Then he tossed what looked like a knife into the ring.

What the fuck! This was a fist fight! No weapons! Dy didn’t deserve to die over something pointless! And then I realised my mistake as Haylee looked at me, seeing my disapproval from her killing the woman clearly connected to me. Don’t know when Haylee realised I was connected with Dy, but she knew.

With one swift move and flick of the wrist, Haylee sliced the ropes off the ring, gripping Dy by the braid and dragging her towards me. Dy was barely able to get her footing. Haylee only let go of Dy when she threw the woman at me.

“Keep the fucking meth trade,” Haylee hissed at me. The crowd was quiet now, Harley at Haylee’s side.

I looked at Harley. Was he going to pull rank cause she wasn’t being rational.

“You heard her,” Harley said, “deal’s off.”

“You won. Remember?” I looked at them both. “Don’t make this personal, Haylee,” I said, and the insult was clear across her face.

“That wasn’t personal,” she said coldly, and then took that knife in her hands and slashed it across Dy’s face. “That’s personal.”

Harley gripped Haylee’s hand. “Can’t kill her, you know that,” he hissed in her ear.

“Why? They like people bleeding out, it’s their favourite.” She looked around the crowd of bikers and bitches, as well as their members. She needed to control her fucking tongue cause I couldn’t stop members from reacting to her insults.

I put a hand up, stopping the women from lashing out while the men were looking at her as target practice.

A clapping sound came from the side, and the crowd parted and there was Jye. A hybrid—half mafia, half biker. Controlled half and half of the worlds.

Suddenly everything got tense—more than it was already. Jye and I could not be in the same town as each other, let alone the same fucking hall.

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