Page 21 of Death's Devotion
“Church in session,” Lash calls out before everyone is even in their seats. “Death, you wanted this meetin’ so what’s goin’ on?”
“None of you are gonna be happy. But, I went and saw LaRusso when you all went inside. Took the shit Zeus has been findin’ on Vince and showed him what a pathetic piece of shit his son is. LaRusso is pissed as fuck and has cut Vince off. He’s not gettin’ another dime or help from his parents. The old man doesn’t want to go to war with Sal and knows that’s exactly what will happen if all this shit gets out. So, I’m gonna fuckin’ gut Vince after he signs his rights away to Brent. There won’t be any blowback for Kelsey, the club, or me. I’ve made sure everyone is protected,” I tell the guys as I look around the table.
“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me right now?” Lash explodes, his anger more than evident as he slams his hand on the table in front of him. “You went and did this shit with no help, no backup, nothin’?”
“I did. Didn’t need to show up with a ton of people to LaRusso’s estate. He’s got guards, but the fucker is arrogant enough he didn’t have his gate closed or locked, and none of the fuckers did a damn thing to stop me from enterin’ his house. Or leavin’. Not with the shit I got on Vince and knowin’ we have ties to Sal. I didn’t have a fuckin’ choice in the matter. It’s the only way to ensure Kelsey and Brent are safe. That my son is safe,” I state filling everyone else in on Kelsey’s pregnancy.
“Does she know you went there?” Talon asks me in full Vice President mode right now.
“She does. Told you her when we were in the kitchen. I told you I needed to talk to her,” I state, staring my brother down.
“And that led to you shovin’ your tongue down her throat?” he returns, a smirk on his face.
“She’s still plannin’ on leavin’. Doesn’t want to stay here and thinks I painted an even bigger target on her back for Vince than what he’s done himself. Vince ain’t gonna get close to her for any reason. I’m not gonna let him hurt her again,” I vow, slamming my own hand on the table as anger fills me with the thought of him getting close to her again.
“You can’t be with her every second of the day, Death. She’s gonna be with other men watchin’ over her. If she wants to leave, you need to let her go,” Lash states, his voice trying to be practical when that suggestion is anything but practical. “Or are you claimin’ her as your ol’ lady?”
“I’m not claimin’ an ol’ lady. While I may not want Kelsey to leave Braedon, she won’t ever be mine.”
“So you won’t mind if someone else steps up and gives it a shot with her?” Boxer questions, staring me down with the most serious expression I’ve ever seen on his face.
“The fuck? Which one of you fuckers think you got a shot with her? She’s carryin’ my baby in her. My fuckin’ son,” I stand up so damn fast my chair crashes to the floor behind me and glare at everyone around the table.
“Sure you ain’t gonna claim her?” my brother asks, laughing his ass off at my reaction before turning serious as hell. “Know you got some baggage there, Death. Fuckin’ talk to her and sort your shit. Kelsey is an amazin’ fuckin’ woman and doesn’t deserve to remain single for the rest of her life because you can’t get your head outta your ass.”
“Thought you didn’t want kids?” Shank pipes up, adding in his opinion on the matter.
“I’m done. All you need to know is I’m goin’ after fuckin’ Vince and I’ve got the go ahead from his fuckin’ father to take his ass out. Kelsey and her boys will be safe for the rest of her life,” I state before leaving church and the clubhouse.
I don’t look back as I straddle my bike and starting the engine. Revving it a few times, I listen to the thunderous echo and let the vibrations on the ground flow through me for a few seconds. I’m gonna get my ass beat by Lash for storming out before church ended, but I don’t give a fuck. Stupid fuckers trying to get under my skin and force me into something I don’t want. Or I don’t think I want. Taking off, I know exactly where I need to go right now. There’s only one place I can work out the rage filling me and settle my inner beast.
It takes me an hour to get to the warehouse I’ve spent more time in than anywhere else. This warehouse is filled with good and bad memories for me. After my past, I spent days and nights in this warehouse drunk off my ass and bruised and bloody from fighting. This is one of the houses I frequent for underground fights. Not many people from the club come here now. They don’t want me fighting like this anymore. It’s why Boxer has worked so hard to open Winston’s Gym. He wants to give himself and me places to fight that aren’t deadly. I was almost killed here more than once. Not exactly my proudest moment in life.
Parking my bike, I take a minute to think about why I’m here. I made a vow to my club years ago about not coming here again. That I wouldn’t let myself spiral to the point I came to this depraved scene instead of going to Boxer’s gym. Tonight I don’t give a shit about any of that. It’s about me and getting what I need in this moment. Finally climbing off my bike, I head straight for the door and make my way inside the overflowing warehouse. Music is blaring from the speakers so loud I can’t hear myself think, women and men are crowding one another and stepping on each other’s toes, and fighters are already in the cage. The smell of sweat mixes with stale alcohol and body odor. I want to gag, but I hold it back as my eyes roam over the crowd looking for someone in particular. When I finally spot him, I groan out in response. It’s going to take me forever to get to Craig. He’s the owner of this setup and all fights go through him.
When I left he wasn’t happy because I was his biggest money maker. I swore I’d never be back here to fight. Tonight, I need this. Everything is too fucking much and there’s no way for me to get out the aggression and rage flooding me. Forcing my way through the crowd, I pry women’s hands off my body and glare down at their desperate and pathetic attempts at catching my attention. Men step out of my way as my reputation proceeds me. There isn’t a single person in here who doesn’t know me and what happens when I step in the ring. Nothing ever changes here.
Men and women might come and go, but everything remains the same. The women come here looking for a fuck and to latch their claws into the biggest, strongest fucker around. I took more than my fair share of women here after everything happened. These women are desperate and looking for a meal ticket and nothing more than that. Someone to give them money, raise their station in life, or whatever else their looking for. Each man in this warehouse wants to get in the cage for his own reasons. Most of them want to prove they’ve got the bigger cock and end up failing. These fuckers haven’t got anything on me and I plan on proving it multiple times tonight. One fight will never be enough to work this shit out of my system.
Anyone here can score a quick fuck, their drug of choice, and live out their most depraved fucking fantasy. I’ve caught more men fucking here than anything else. That’s saying something because most nights it’s nothing more than one gigantic orgy. Women with other women, men with other men, groups of men and women. Anything they want to do is on the table here.
“Death, what the fuck are you doing here?” Craig asks, setting his drink down as he stands from the stool holding his overweight body.
“Need in the cage. I want at least five fights. Make each man worse than the last,” I growl out, forcing another woman’s hands from my body.
“Thought you weren’t coming back here again,” he taunts me, his voice filled with laughter.
“Need to get my rage out. So, I came here. Now, you have a choice to fuckin’ make, Craig. Either get me my fights or I’ll go somewhere else and make another man a ton of money. It doesn’t matter one way or another to me. What I know is I’ll get in the ring with your fat ass and make you lose fuckin’ money as easy as I’ll get in the ring with others to make you money,” I growl out at the fucker standing in front of me looking as if he believes he could truly take me on and win.
“Get ready. First fight as soon as this ones done. You want them all back to back or take a breather between them?”
“Back to back.”
I don’t make my way to the locker rooms or anywhere else as I head straight for the cage. The two men currently fighting inside see me at the same time and one of them decide to make his opponent suffer and lose the match in some sort of bid to impress me. It takes a lot more than that to fucking impress me. These men are fucking losers who have nothing better to do than pound the shit out of one another. Tonight, that’s why I’m here. To beat the fuck out of a bunch of assholes and make money I really don’t need to make. Every fucking guy in the ring with me will fucking have Vince’s face too.
Removing my cut and shirt, I keep them in hand to put on the ring post once I’m inside the cage. I want a motherfucker to dare touch my cut. In the past I’d hang it all up in my locker safe and sound where no one could get to it. Now, I don’t give a fuck. My cut will stay in my sights at all times. The first fucker trying to touch it will find out real quick how serious I am about keeping my shit safe and that no one touches what doesn’t belong to them.
The fight ends and I climb inside the cage before either man gets out. Whichever man is still standing quickly gets out and leaves the area before a few others step inside to get the other man off the mat and out of the cage. Once they’re cleared of it, a younger kid comes in and stands across from me. He’s nervous as fuck and ready to piss himself as he stares at me. I don’t know what the fuck Craig was thinking putting this kid in the cage with me. I’m not gonna take it easy on his ass. Craig knows I don’t take it easy on anyone I get in here with.
