Where Reaper had succeeded, he’d failed big time. Now he had to deal with the consequences of that, and it angered him, frustrated him.
Within a matter of minutes, his opponent was dead. A snap of the neck ended it, and the crowd roared for more. It hadn’t helped him with his thirst, his bloodlust. No, this was just the start.
Preacher wasn’t done and out came the next man. This one was more energetic and he got several punches in. The blows fell off him because they didn’t hurt. It was impossible to hurt him as the pain he already felt was indescribable.
Robin had told him the truth. Expressed her concern about her own feelings. She’d been open and honest with him, which was all he’d asked, but knowing she had feelings for the sick bastard, it … angered him. How could she ever fall for that monster?
He wanted to scream at her.
You’re calling him sick?
What about you?
Didn’t she put up with you because of what you did?
I was drunk.
Yeah, and you liked knowing you knocked her up. Stop being all self-righteous. You’re not the victim here.
His opponent became nothing but a bloody mess as he kept punching his face until nothing was visible and he was dead. Robin, in all things, was the victim and he had to remember that. There was nothing about this that he could blame her for, not really.
Dog organized the next man and of course, it all started again. Preacher was a pro at this kind of fighting. He knew what his body could take and how much strength he needed to land the right punch to get the job done. With each blow, he forced down his opponents, relishing the crunch and destruction of bone. The body was a frail thing. The right knuckle in the right place and it was all over.
And you’re going to ignore it all over again, aren’t you?
Yes, it was a big, fat mistake fucking Robin, or should I say, date rape? You didn’t give her the pills but you certainly didn’t care afterward. You were pissed, but as you started to see her blossom with your kid, you wanted her to be pregnant. You want to own her, to possess her, to keep her as your own. You love that Bishop couldn’t touch her heart.
Deep down, you’re as big a monster as Reaper, only he got there first.
No matter what you do, she will always be bound to Reaper.
After the third man died, the fighting was over.
Dog came into the ring and he signaled the end and for people to pay up.
Preacher wasn’t ready to stop fighting but he knew he had to hold back now. His need to spill blood was so strong. He waited as people paid their dues and left the building. One look at Dog, and he wanted to hurt him.
“I’m guessing no one has ever been stupid enough to take you on,” Dog said.
“I suggest you get ready.”
Dog smiled. “What makes you think I ever need to get ready for a blood bath? I’m always prepared.”
He started out by sparring with Dog. The other man was fast and surprisingly agile. He didn’t know why he was shocked. There was no extra information on who Dog was. Just the rumors of what he’d been born into believing. He wasn’t a real person, he was a monster, and other such shit. Thinking about it now, Dog had a bad life.
Hitting him only created a little bit of pleasure. There was no lasting relief. Being hit back, there was the kicker he wanted. The adrenaline. The pain. The need to feel something because if he didn’t, he was going home, fucking Robin until she was knocked up with his kid, and killing Bishop and Reaper. It was the least he could do after everything they’d put him through.
Robin pregnant.
Robin with Reaper’s baby.
Robin having feelings for Reaper.
It was fucking wrong.
All of a sudden, he was locked down on the ground. Dog was over him, keeping him in place.
“Get the fuck off me.”
“Not until you calm the fuck down. I mean it, Preach. Calm the fuck down. Everyone has gone home and I don’t want to kill you. You’re not dead and I get it, you fight like a fucking beast, a monster. You’re an animal and I recognize it.” Dog still didn’t let him go. “This isn’t worth dying over.”
He gritted his teeth, angry, enraged to know it didn’t matter.
You’re better than this.
Slowly, the darkness swarming in