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“Killer Walsh,” I bite out.
The name just comes to me and spills out. It feels right as I move toward the cage in this place. The guy jerks his head back and narrows his eyes at me.
“My da loved that guy. He was tough as nails. Did ya know him?”
I punch at my chest. “He made me.”
The guy nods and takes off to give them my name. When I get to the main room and the cage comes fully into view, my blood begins to boil. Cadlha is standing in the middle with a grin on her stupid face.
This is who’s behind this? I should have known. A grin comes to my lips as the DJ in this place starts to play “No Limit” by G-Eazy, Cardi B and A$AP Rocky.
As they repeatit ain’t safe, I know that to be the truth. Fucking with me isn’t safe. The guy who asked for my name comes running back over.
“I’m Liam, by the way. You mind if I stand in as your second? I was around fifteen when Killer disappeared.
“If yer who I think yer saying ya are, it would be an honor,” he says.
“I’m not really going to need you. This will be over before it starts,” I growl.
“Cool, but it’s the rules for one of us to step in if a fighter doesn’t come with a team.”
I shrug and put my mouth guard in as my nostrils flare. Punching my right hand into my left palm, I then roll my shoulders as I move to climb into the cage.
“Okay, ladies, welcome to the Fighting Irish lair. Let’s make sure ya understand the rules around here. When ya leave here, we never saw ya and ya never came here. Other than that, one rule, there are none. Am I understood?”
I nod. I have nothing to say. I’m going to beat this bitch ass and get my brother home.
“Hold on, I have a few rules for this fight,” Cadlha says as she tries to stare me down and intimidate me. “If ya win, ya get yer brat back. If I win, ya take yer brat and the two of ya disappear. Ya forget about Dylan and never come back around here again.”
“No problem,” I say around my mouth guard before I allow it to settle back in place.
“We have a special one for ye all tonight. First time to lair for these lasses. In the pink shorts, we have Cobra Cad,” the announcer says, causing me to scoff.
This bitch is no more cobra than I’m Andre the Giant. Delusional ass.
“And in the blue shorts, we have Killer Walsh. Let’s see if the tiny thing can live up to a name like that one.”
The frenzy of betting starts, and we’re sent to our corners to wait for them to finish. I’m ready to be done with this. After a few minutes, the crowd settles and they’re ready for us to begin.
I grit my teeth as we’re signaled to the center and the fight begins. I’ve never seen a fighter as sloppy as Cadlha. If she didn’t fuck with Ciarán, I might feel bad for what I’m about to do. I might.
Yeah, fuck that.
I allow her to throw the first punch. It’s as if she doesn’t know she’s supposed to land the damn thing. I don’t move and she still misses completely. I snort and commence whipping her ass.
I work her torso first, making sure she’s going to feel me for the next two weeks. She doubles over. The look she gives me could do more damage than she can as a fighter.
I get her to the ground and go for a choke hold. She actually manages to get out of it before I lock her in. I’m cool with that. I climb on top of her and start to beat the shit out of her with my fists.
I black out and keep pounding on her. She tries to block her face at first, but it’s no use. The sound of her forearm breakingunder the force of my hits fills the air before her screams ring out. I don’t let up until strong, familiar arms wrap around me.
“She’s not worth it, baby. Besides, we need her to get Ciarán,” Dylan says against my ear.
There is a mix of boos and cheers coming from the crowd. The ref tries to get Dylan out of the way, but I feel Dylan stiffen as his growl vibrates through my back. The ref backs off.
Dylan helps me to my feet. I turn to look at him with knitted brows. He looks pissed off.
Taegan appears and grabs Cadlha by her hair as she leans into her ear and says something. Cadhla sobs something to her as she cradles her arm to her chest. Taegan looks to me and Dylan and nods.
