OWNED & UNTAMED (Back Down Devil MC #11) - London Casey Page 0,78

at me and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight.

“I don’t like that stuff,” she said to me.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I won.”

Trev came walking over with a grin on his face. He waved a wad of cash at me and handed it to me.

“Congrats,” Trev said.

I rolled the money up and put it in my pocket. I then put on my shirt and leather cut. I took a cold beer from Jasper and sat on the table to catch my breath.

“Should we walk our star to the ring?” Trent asked me, referring to Jim.

“No,” I said. “I’m not walking to the ring. Jim is on his own.”

“Kye,” Trev said. “You and Tristan take Jim to the ring. If he goes down, walk the fuck away.”

I grabbed for Belle’s hand and squeezed. She was on edge because this was her brother.

“It’ll be okay,” I whispered.

A few minutes later the ring was ready to go again. Jim climbed in and stood there, wearing a pair of shorts. The guy announcing the fight called Jim a cripple. That pissed me off and I hoped it would make Jim go crazy. Trev had been making calls about the fight to build up the bets and buzz. So did Ivan. There was a ton of money on the line with this. The goal was to push all the money to Jim’s opponent, making the winnings heavier on our end when Jim knocked the guy out.

The guy was named Carl and had a bad reputation. He was as tall as Jim but much wider. Not built with muscle but built with cheeseburgers. He was covered in hair and had a thick black beard and ‘stach, but no hair on his head. He was a sight to see and had a good record of fighting. His greatest strength was his arms. They were a mile long, giving him a ton of power and position to hit hard. Fucking hard.

I worried the second I heard Jim was going up against Carl.

The two stood in the ring and the fight was called to start.

Jim went right in, a smart plan, but not with Carl. As soon as he was within reach, Carl swung a left and got Jim in the shoulder. Jim stumbled and Carl attacked. There would be no love lost or care for Jim’s handicap. People were betting for Jim to lose because of his missing leg.

Within seconds, Jim had a firm grip on the ropes and Carl started to work on Jim’s ribcage. Every time he hit Jim, Jim popped up off his good leg. He looked battered as he tried to scurry down the ropes.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

“No,” Belle said. “No…”

Jim got to the corner and faced Carl. That was a dangerous spot to be because Carl could easily smother Jim.

As Carl took a swing, Jim ducked and jumped out of the way. When his prosthetic leg hit the man, Jim turned, almost fell, grabbed the ropes with his right hand, and then swung with his left hand. He punched Carl in the mouth, enough to send Carl’s head snapping to the left.

Jim stayed with him, hitting him again and again. There was only one problem and I saw it from a mile away. Jim was getting too confident. He thought he was in a boxing match. What he didn’t expect - or see - was that Carl took hold of the ropes with his left hand. Then Carl threw a right elbow and it connected right to Jim’s chin.

I jumped up and got on the table as Jim toppled to the mat.

Holy fuck… he’s knocked out…

Before anyone could make a move, Jim’s head popped back up. His face was covered in blood. Carl turned and walked right to Jim. That’s when Jim finally realized the position he was in. This wasn’t some fuck around fight while training for the military. And it wasn’t just working out and having fun. This was literally life or death. This was war.

Jim used his good leg and drove his ankle forward into Carl’s gut. Carl let out a groan and leaned forward. Jim sat up got Carl with two soft punches, but then he grabbed Carl’s hair and pulled forward, smashing his face off Carl’s face. The sound of thud echoed all around. The entire crowd let out a collective ooohhh sound. Carl fell to one knee. Jim hurried to kick back to the ropes and pulled himself up. He waited as Carl