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He was silently raging, determined to have Joe kill this bastard later. Anyone who could open a martial arts club in a place like Blumedale was no ordinary person, and even Andrew had heard of Nova Fight Club before. It seemed to be owned by a young member of the Peck family, one of the Five Apex Families. Climbing to the club's third-floor VIP area, the crowd around them thinned considerably. "Ms. Peck, I brought him!" Gary quickly ran ahead, putting distance between himself and Andrew. Inside, a dozen flashy, rich kids were lounging around, loud and rowdy. Some held expensive champagne, while others, despite being underage, pretentiously puffed on cigars.

A fighter’s stance. The tavern roared its approval. Another exchange followed—fast, punishing. Travian ducked a savage swing and answered with a jab to the jaw, snapping the man’s head back an inch. For that small victory, he paid dearly. The fighter’s hook came in brutal and clean, smashing across Travian’s cheek. His head whipped sideways, blood arcing from his split lip and spraying across the dirt floor. His knees buckled, but his body—his will—locked into place. He straightened again, teeth bared, his glare a promise of defiance.

He wiggled to get out of my death grip but failed though. I left the ring, bathing in my sweet. Not bothered by the audience cheering my victory rhymes. Crab fucker did certainly punch my jaw out, it hurt like hell but I kept my emotionless mask on, can't let anyone see as I trained to do so. "Good job man! Folk are crazy for you. Well done!... Here is your today's cut." Anthony bumped my shoulder proudly and handed me what I earned from today's fight. I nodded slightly and left for the changing room. They allocated me as one of the best fighters of their club and some facilities come in handy with tag.

Ace… My men and I decided to go to the fight tonight. I think a little excitement will do my men good. I know it is an underground fighting club that is illegal. Only the mafia’s and small gangs know about this place. “Are you ready to kick some ass?” Daniel asked as I walked down the stairs. My men were already waiting on me. “Yes, let’s go and see what the fuss about this place is all about.” I have never been to this new underground fight club but from what I heard, it was the place to be.

Chris’s name flashes on the screen. “What?” I mutter. “Turn on the TV.” “Why?” “Just do it.” Annoyed, I grab the remote and flick on the television. The screen lights up instantly. And my stomach drops. A photo fills the screen. Me. Outside the club last night. Blood on my lip. Security pulling people apart behind me. The headline stretches across the bottom of the screen. DYLAN HART INVOLVED IN VIOLENT NIGHTCLUB FIGHT Another image flashes.

I shrugged slightly and he immediately lunged forward, fist landing in the middle of the pads that lead to me wincing silently but he went on, delivering more and more punches to the pads with no gaps in between. This was the thing about him, 'Tiger Jae' or so his fans called him, had ferocity in his game, not too much wrath, just a lot of challenge in his eyes and moves. Had I been the actual receiving end of this fight, I would've definitely faltered with how he intimidated people. "Whoa, that was really good Sophie," he smiled, this time the light reaching his eyes indicating that he was out of his fighting trance. Mr. Min backed away slightly out of breath and leaned in one corner while

He straightened, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked her up and down. The grimy underground chamber, the complete opposite of the elegance above. Where there had been silk and crystal, there was now concrete and sweat, the air heavy with anticipation and the acrid scent of blood. The fight club was very popular and well known to everyone that walked the other side of the law. It was one of the hottest enterprises run by the Salvatore brothers. Invitations were always random and limited and the slots taken as soon as they are opened.

Anthony walked into the room and sat down next to Bastian. A long breath escaped from Belle’s brother’s nose. He turned toward Bastian. “Opening a pottery gallery, honestly, sounds lame. You’re known as a member of the Blackfist gang, an underground fighter. Your image would totally collapse, Bastian,” Anthony said. “Are you serious about that?” Bastian chuckled. “That’s a painful jab.” “Well, you asked for my opinion.” “You know I fight because I want to save money.”

Brute strength and boiling rage. Finally he pounced and we became a swirling mix of dark fur as we tore into each other. He bit my flank causing me to yelp whilst I buried my snout into his upper shoulder and tore away at him. I heard further yelps from further away and in a brief untangle from Wicknace I saw a terrifying sight. Troy was pinned by both Julien and Jimmy. Shit, I couldn’t help I had Wicknace already charging me for another round. There was never any guarantee we were going to come out of this alive.

“YES! DESTROY ME! BREAK YOUR FIGHT WHORE!” He fucked me like a machine, his massive hips slamming into me with brutal force while the crowd roared. Another fighter shoved his cock down my throat. Two more grabbed my hands. I was completely filled, moaning like a broken slut as they used me in the center of the cage. For the next several hours, the entire underground fight club claimed their ultimate prize.