Page 69 of Mayhem

Chase turns, spitting blood onto the ground before he starts laughing. Not an amused laugh. The sound he makes sounds like a deranged mental patient. Almost predatory.

I might have thought it was hot if I wasn’t so amped up with worry for him. Seeing the blood on his lips causes my heart to seize, a protectiveness inside coming forward, begging me to help him.

Chase rocks from foot to foot, eyeing the other man, assessing his moves. In a blink, a fist flies out, but Chase easily ducks it, countering his move with a well-placed elbow to his throat. Chase never once takes his eyes off the man. As the fight continues, I can see the man’s breaths becoming labored, while Chase looks calm. Focused.

When he moves to attack Chase again, he misses, but Chase doesn’t. His fist slams into the man’s ribs, an audible crack echoing over the roar of the crowd. The man’s hand comes to cover the area, but Chase isn’t done. He peppers his fists into the man’s ribs over and over until the man falls to one knee.

Chase jumps back, giving the man a moment.

“Had enough yet?” His voice holds a hint of humor.

The man is wheezing but unwilling to concede.

“Fuck you.”

Chase’s smile only grows bigger. “Oh fuck me? Maybe I’ll go and fuck Christi.”

My heart squeezes as my jaw clenches. I almost want the giant to win now.

“Yeah? Maybe, while you do that, I’ll show your girl over there what it’s like to be with a real man.”

You can see the moment Chase is done toying with him. He goes from playful to fierce within a breath. I don’t know if it was the mention of me or the fact that he had to save face, but Chase’s whole demeanor changes on a dime. The man barely gets back to his feet when Chase delivers a powerful kick to his knee. With a sickening crunch, the man falls, roaring in pain.

As he goes down, Chase delivers another crushing blow to the man’s head, laying him out cold.

As soon as he hits the ground, Chase turns, holding up his hands. Everyone is clapping. Everyone except me. My heart is racing too fast, my stomach hardening from his words from moments before. People are calling his name, but I don’t. Instead, I tap on Nate, indicating I want down. He obliges. I stand, watching Chase make his way to us, his eyes locked on mine.

Unable to help myself, I take him in. There’s blood coating his lips while his knuckles are busted open. A large red mark colors his face, promising a bruise in the near future.

“You’re bleeding,” I tell him as soon as he’s close enough to hear me.

“It’s a little blood. I’ll be fine. What did you think?”

I smack him on the chest. “What the fuck did you do that for? Are you crazy?”

“Aw, Willow baby. Be careful. I might start to think you care.” He is using a teasing tone, but I can still see the wild in his eyes.

“You’re such an asshole.”

“Come on Willow, we both know watching him fight turned you on.” Nate pokes my side.

“No,” I scoff right as Chase says. “Oh, really?” turning to look at me, brows raised.

“You’re crazy,” I tell him as I shove my hands into my back pockets, refusing to make eye contact.

“She was squirming and the heat coming off of her.” Nate whistles, wiggling his brows.

“You’re a pig.” I spit.

“Interesting,” Chase says, biting his lip trying to suppress a smile.

“Well, I have people to see, girls to woo. I’ll see you two at home,” Nate says, breaking away from us.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” I yell at his back. Turning back to Chase, I raise a brow.

“Have you had enough yet?” he asks, rubbing his jaw.

“Take me home.”

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