Page 49 of Savage Outlaw

The crowd were loving it. They bayed noisily, wanting their piece of flesh, not caring whose.

When Tag threw two punches and a kick, the Chicago guy threw five heavy punches to the body and made Tag stumble on his feet. Next came a sequence of hits that curled Butcher’s belly.Fucking hell. He was gonna bleed out if he took much more. He looked at Rider. Tag would kill them all if they stopped the fight, but that’s what was needed. Their boy couldn’t take much more and keep on breathing. His trainer was outside of the cage yelling instructions.

A knee to the face.

A punch to the kidneys.

A second harder knee.

Collectively the row ofSoulstook a breath. If Tag won this shit, it would be a miracle. The crowd grew wild and someone pushed Butcher from behind. He nearly ripped their fucking head off and fortunately the guy backed off.

“Where the fuck is Arson, anyway? Think he’d be here for his boy.”

No one knew the answer to Pretty-Boy’s question. Arson has been disappearing more and more lately. But he always showed up for Tag’s fights in the past, those two have always been tight. Arson was the one to encourage Tag to pursue cage fighting. He helped with training him for months. And now he was a no show on the most important night of Tag’s fighting career.

While the underground fight scene followed some of the MMA rules, no one was giving the Chicago guy a strike for the throat punch he landed on Tag. He went down on one knee, in some breathing distress but he climbed back to his feet and the bad move seemed to urge him on because he ended that round like a fucking beast, raining blow after blow.

The second the bell rang to indicate a break; Butcher made his way around the cage to where Tag was sitting on a stool, his trainer wiping his face. “Tag, how’s the eye?” It was swollen shut and blood poured out of an eyebrow cut. “Still attached,” he joked with a pained wheeze.

“You sure about this? Maybe it’s time to quit.”

“Not quitting. Don’t fucking think about it, Butcher.”

Even the trainer grumbled.

Crazy fucker would go until he died.

“I got this. I can get him. I hurt him in that round.”

Butcher wasn’t so sure. Tag looked about dead on his feet when he bounced into the middle for the start of the final round.

“Man, this is not good,” Preacher whistled.

As much as he wanted Tag to win and walk away alive, Butcher took his gaze from the brawl in front of him and let it scan the room. The back of his neck had itched for a while now and he knew why. He found her watching him. A little devious smile on her lips as if to tell him,you found me.

God, this woman. Why was it her to tie him in knots? To send him to both heaven and hell. She was flanked by her father and Chains and the brothers Grimm on the other side of her. It locked fury in his throat when he watched Reno dip down to Roux’s ear and whisper something. She shook her head while still looking at Butcher.

That guy was so fucking dead.

It was Axel who caught his attention, staring back. Butcher rolled up a sarcastic brow in challenge. He’d rather have her father on side. But fuck him, if he got in his way this time.

Butcher’s scowl only turned to a grin when he saw Roux elbow Reno and spit words he couldn’t hear, but knowing her, it was something to make a sailor tremble.

That’s my good girl.

Butcher cut the stare from the angry fucker to check on his boy.

It was possibly Tag’s luckiest night.

Never had a fight been so vicious before on both sides.

But their boy got the win. Only just. And by submission.

The crowd went nuts. They loved Tag like a celebrity. Loved the money he won them more.

It only became apparent though that something was seriously wrong when Tag’s trainer tried to get him off the canvas to lift his arm in celebration when they heard a scream. It was Bucher who got to him first, the other boys close behind. He got down on his knees and helped the trainer turn Tag onto his back. He was breathing so heavily, blood pooling onto the canvas from his face.

The pain he was in became clear.

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