Page 7 of Undisputed Chaos
This and the warehouse were the only places I ever felt truly honest. No masks. No jokes. Just me and the violence and the beautiful, brutal truth of it all.
I blew a kiss to the crowd, winked at the cameras, and sauntered out of the ring, already thinking about what came next.
Maybe a new tattoo to commemorate tonight’s hunt. Maybe a new toy for the piranhas. Maybe something, or someone, worth breaking.
The locker room was a cacophony of fluorescent lights and the sharp tang of sweat and blood, but I felt nothing but a delicious, crackling high.
I peeled the tape from my knuckles, grinning at the way the skin split and oozed just a little.
My reflection in the cracked mirror was a fever dream: messy brown hair plastered to my forehead, green eyes wild and bright, a cropped top streaked with someone else’s blood.
My tattoos—skulls, knives, chains—looked even better under the bruises blooming across my body.
Fuck, I loved this. I loved the mess, the disaster, the way the world sharpened to a single, perfect point when I was hunting.
Most people fought to win. I fought because it was the only place I could truly play outside of the warehouse.
No need to hide the monster under my skin. Just me, the violence, and the crowd screaming for more.
I’d come alone tonight. Jax and Connor had bailed—something about “movie night” with the girls, which I suspected was code for “possessive caveman snuggle-fest.”
Not that I blamed them. Sierra and Estelle were the only two people on earth who could keep those two from burning the city down on a whim.
I’d teased them about it in the group chat, but honestly, I liked the solitude. No one to rein me in. No one to tell me not to smile when I broke a guy’s nose.
I snapped a photo of my battered knuckles, the blood and ink and bruises, and sent it to the group:
Adrian
Winner! Miss me yet?
A minute later, Jax’s number popped up with a selfie. The girls had clearly stolen Jax's phone; it was hilarious.
They were making ridiculous faces at the camera, Sierra with her tongue out and Estelle flashing a peace sign, both wearing what looked suspiciously like pairs of Jax's designer sunglasses.
In the background, a blurry Connor appeared to be lunging toward the camera, and Jax was mid-yell, reaching for his stolen property.
Jax (The Girls)
You won!!! Yay!!!
This is Sierra and Estelle. We stole Jax’s phone!!! Don't tell them!!
I grinned, tapping out a quick reply.
Adrian
Ladies, I'm flattered. Tell Lion his security protocols suck, and I'm getting you both matching "Team Catalyst” shirts.
Jax (The Girls)
Jax is trying to get his phone back, but we locked ourselves in the bathroom!
We think you looked hot. More abs next time please!
I snorted, picturing the mess unfolding in Jax's beach house.
The idea of both girls barricaded in the bathroom while those two idiots panicked outside was better than any post-fight high.
