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“I'll get him,” said CJ and he ran out of the club.
Maverick smiled because he knew his dad was about to take part in this and he was excited. He couldn't remember the last time he participated in a brawl with his father. His cock stirred to life in his pants and he licked his lips in anticipation.
This was going to be so much fun.
Chapter eight
Ajay
Ajay squared his shoulders,because several of the Lords were closing in on him and he knew this moment would make or break him within the MC. The door opened and the man who ran out was back with the biker he'd met once in prison. Ace, their Sergeant-at-Arms, and the look on the man's face was full of the blood he thirsted for. Ajay's blood.
Ajay's heart was running a marathon in his chest, his adrenaline was on its highest peak. He had no idea what to expect with the beatdown. To be honest, it may have been easier just to take a beating, but no... the Lords wanted to see the merit of his caliber. It was a test and he hoped he didn't fail.
“You may get hurt,” Ajay warned.
“Worry about yourself, motherfucker,” Ace snapped.
“Fine. Bring it,” Ajay said and they did, but one at a time... at least for the moment. Dasan was the first to throw a punch which Ajay dodged,but his move landed him knee to gut with Dasan's counterattack as if the man had anticipated that he'd be able to evade his jab. Ajay coughed and had to steel himself from the pain and react to the next attack. Dasan was fast and his blows didn't lack impact, that was for sure. Ajay sidestepped him and caught Dasan on the jaw with a punch, then he followed it up with a left hook that sent Dasan staggering back. But when he tried to get in a third, Dasan kicked him in the crotch, knocking the wind out of his sails as blinding pain rocked his body from his groin. He doubled over, dropping to one knee, and gasped as he groaned.
The men of the Lords laughed and nodded in approval.
“Ahh fuck,” Ajay gasped.
“I bet you think that was a dirty blow,” Dasan said, then laughed.
“Un...expected,” Ajay grunted, then straightened. His chest heaved as he controlled his breathing to switch his focus from the pain to the fight.
“We fight to win and every part of the body is fair fucking game,” Dasan said, then swung, catching Ajay in the stomach with a right hook.
Ajay took the blow, then countered the next with a hip toss, swinging Dasan's body over his and slamming the President of the Lords to the floor, then he kicked Dasan in the stomach and face before the man could recover.
“Fuck!” Dasan growled and grunted from the pain. He spit blood out and then rubbed his jaw. Ace went to move in, but Dasan held his hand up. “I'm not done with him yet, Ace.”
Ace snarled at Ajay, but stepped back.
Dasan climbed to his feet and grinned. “That was a good move, there, boy. I like that you have skill and balls.”
For a second, Ajay thought he'd fucked up by doing what he did, which was the only reason he didn’t continue to lay down blows. Dasan was the fucking President of the Lords and he'd just slammed the man to the floor, then kicked him when he was down. But hearing the praise coming from the man renewed his vigor. He raised his fist, ready for round two.
Dasan nodded, then charged to the roars of the other men of the Lords. Ajay swung, Dasan shifted ever so slightly, then hooked his arm around Ajay's neck and brought him down. He wrapped his legs around Ajay's body, pinning his limbs right where he wanted them, and squeezed.
Ajay struggled in the hold and mentally kicked himself for not being able to break free. Fuck! The man's hold on him was as tight as a vice and he strained to break through the chokehold that had his vision blurry. Hell, he couldn't even tap out and soon his vision went from fading in and out to going black.
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Ajay blinked and each time, his vision began to clear. He could see a ceiling overheard with fans going. He began to hear male voices surrounding him and immediately grew alert. He sat up slowly, then groaned as his mind was still fuzzy.
“Sleeping beauty is awake now,” he heard someone say.
He turned in the direction of the voice and saw several men, all bikers in their cuts, walking toward him. “Fuck,” he mumbled because it was all coming back to him. He was in the Lords’ clubhouse and had just gotten his ass handed to him by their club’s president, Niyol “Dasan” Murphy. He groaned as he rose to his feet, then sighed as he dabbed at the drying blood on his nose. He looked at the men who'dcircled him and flexed his muscles because apparently, this club initiation wasn't over yet.
Ajay could see the hungry look in their eyes, some more than others. One in particular looked like he wanted to bathe in his blood, the one who’d let him in. Ajay recognized him from the file as Rio “Maverick” Murphy. He looked past the men to see Dasan sitting at the bar, a smirk on his face as he enjoyed a beer. This was going to be a challenge, because this time, it was a free for all.
Fine.
Ajay kicked first, catching one of the men in the face. They came at him from all directions and he punched and kicked using all of the martial arts skills he'd learned throughout his life. He took blows, gave blows, and found himself on the floor plenty of times. He grappled with Ace, bit one of the men in the legs, grabbed another's balls and twisted until they screamed. Took a blow to the face by Maverick, which forced him to let go as his mind took a swim.
He was on the floor now, punching someone until he was grabbed from behind in another chokehold. He elbowed the man but caught a punch to the face and stomach by the man he'd been punching, which he knew to be Michael “Nine Iron” Murphy. He was tossed to the floor and allowed to climb back to his feet, which took some time because he was exhausted and aching all over. Blood dripped from several wounds and he knew he was going to be decorated with purple bruises all over. He was hunched over, panting, but so were some of the men of the Lords. They had their own battle wounds to lick after this was over.
