Page 121 of Pulse
He smirked, raising his fists into the guard position.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this Fuller,” he said and the undercurrent in his voice was unmistakable. I’d handed him his ass time and time again, shown mercy and paid for it. If he got the upper hand tonight, he was getting his own brand of revenge.
There was no fuckin’ way I was letting that happen. We’d worked too hard…I’d worked too hard to be beaten now.
The rules were called, but neither of us seemed to hear as we stared each other down. The rules were a formality, a show, nobody was following them tonight.
Hammer lunged before the referee’s hand had even dropped an inch and threw a right hook at my jaw. I was caught off guard and roared in pain as his fist connected. I stumbled, hot jagged throbbing searing through my face. Fucker.
I came back at him a split second later with my own right hook and the crowd roared as my fist connected with his eye. My arm jarred as the impact shot through my arm, but I tuned the pain out, keeping my head in the game.
Hammer stumbled and almost fell, but he righted himself just as I grabbed him around the shoulders and sunk my knee into his stomach. He doubled over as the force of the blow pushed the air from his lungs and I raised my right elbow up and brought it down hard onto his spine, right in between his shoulder blades.
Hammer fell face first onto the mat and the crowd thunderedtheirfeet against the bleachers, the din almost earth shattering. I reached down and went to bury my fingers into his hair, but his ankle connected with my shin with incredible force, knocking me flat on my ass.
I jumped to my feet, moving my bulk with incredible fluidity as Hammer scrambled upright like an ungraceful piece of shit.
He didn’t give me any room to breathe and collect myself as he lunged and our arms locked together. We pushed against one another, trying desperately to get the upper hand.
“It’s only a matter of time before I have her,” Hammer grunted.
I shoved him and we broke, circling each other like lions fighting over a scrap.
“How is it Fuller? How does her cunt feel?”
His fist connected with my face and stars burst through my left eye. I fell to the mat, landing hard on my shoulder.
“Does she squeal? Does she swallow?”
The crowd gasped from someplace far away as Hammer straddled me, raising his fist.
“I’m going to fuck her mouth, then I’m going to fuck her cunt, then I’m going to fuck her ass.”
His fist connected with my jaw.
“Does she like being tied up? Maybe I’ll give everyone a go after I’m done.”
I spat a mouthful of saliva and blood at him, pain burning through my self-control. I felt my rage building as Hammer taunted me with visions of him raping my Spitfire. Breaking her, hurting her, humiliating her.
This was what he’d done to her… He’d taunted her with words, tried to rule her with fear, but Ren had fought back. She’d fought and won. I could do the same. I couldn’t let my anger rule me anymore.
It was that moment when I realized that beating him wasn’t going to be enough. Revenge, doing it the right way… There was nothing right about what I was about to do, but it was the only way that would set us free. Free from this constant turmoil, this constant reminder of my ruined life… A way to be free of the repercussions of my actions… Max had given me permission after all.
Hammer’s fist connected with my nose and hot, sticky blood burst forth, coating my lips and dripping into my mouth.
This wasn’t anger talking, not by a long shot. No, in my heart this…this to me was the right thing to do.
Hammer punched again, his knuckles splitting open my eyebrow.
I had to move.
Hammer raised his fist, a manic glint in his eyes. It was now or never. We’d reached breaking point.
My body began to sear with adrenalin and I roared as Hammer let his fist fall and bucked against him with all my strength. His fist flew to the side, missing my face by millimeters and he fell to the floor with a surprised grunt.
I rolled over and straddled him this time, reversing the roles completely. Hammer’s eyes widened as he realized how deep in the shit he really was as I raised my fist and struck like lightning.
I punched and punched, my fist smacking into his face, pain and blood the only thing I could see. Nobody tried to stop me. The cage door didn’t open. The referee didn’t try and force us apart. They wanted him dead too. They all wanted Hammer to die and I was the man for the job.
