Page 124 of Damaged Prince
As we get closer, I start hearing the sounds of faint music.
“Ah, how do we get in?” I ask, looking around.
“I have an idea,” Logan says, pulling us towards a door around the back. He knocks on it, and a moment later it opens.
“What do you want?” the guy raises a brow.
Logan pulls a couple hundred-dollar bills out and hands it to the man. “To party.”
The guy looks at the wad of cash and grunts as he takes it from him. He takes a step back, letting us in.
As we walk through the dark building, I’m starting to second-guess if I was right to come along.
The music gets louder, and when we go down a set of stairs, it’s nearly deafening.
Opening a door, we’re hit with smoke. Coughing, I cover my nose.
Weed. This place reeks of it. Lovely.
My eyes widen when I take in the room. This was a club alright, but it was underground.
Taking in the room, it seems like a regular club. More run-down than the ones I’ve been to, but a club nonetheless.
A dance floor, a bar, people everywhere.
But what stands out immediately is the thing in the middle of the space. Why the hell was there a caged ring here?
“Hey.” Justin heads towards us.
“Where is he?” Logan growls in greeting.
“Ahh, about that.” Justin rubs the back of his head.
“Is he gone?” Eli asks.
“No,” Justin answers. “He’s here.”
“Then where is he?” Logan demands.
“Up there.” Justin points towards the cage. People stand around it, screaming and cheering.
As I squint my eyes, getting a closer look, I realize there are people in there.
“He’s fucking fighting?” Logan fumes. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
“Wait.” My eyes widen in surprise. “Owen is in there?”
Logan grabs my hand, pulling me through the crowd, closer to the cage. As soon as we get a better angle, I see him.
Owen is up there, dripping with sweat, blood running from his nose. He’s shirtless, with only a pair of workout shorts on.
He bounces around the ring, taking jabs at the man he’s fighting, this manic look in his eyes.
If it were under any other circumstances, I’d find it kind of sexy.
Owen gets a few hits in before the other guy hits him right in the face.
I gasp, a spark of fear hitting me.
