Trouble at Brayshaw High - Meagan Brandy Page 0,63
you for real?” My stomach flips and I frantically glance from one to the next. “You guys are gonna stand back, as in not step in, and watch me fight?”
Maddoc lifts his chin and my mouth clamps shut.
My lips purse. “There’s a catch.”
“You wanna fight?” He holds his arms out. “You watch me fight.”
“Fucking deal.” A laugh bubbles out of me, and his glare intensifies. “What, you thought I’d say no? Pass on the chance of seeing you go alpha out here? Hell, no!” I grin. “Go for it, Big Man. Whoop some fucking ass.”
That earns me some laughs and then I’m lifted and placed on the nearest crate so he and I are eye to eye.
“Do not move. Do you understand? I don’t care what your reason could possibly be, piss your fucking pants if you need to. Your ass – that ass of mine – stays right fucking here.”
“Yes, boss.”
He stares a moment longer before he steps back and yanks his hoodie and shirt over his head. He throws both in my face and steps under the ropes, gaining the attention all over again.
Damn, he’s fine.
Royce and Captain hop up beside me.
“We’re in for a real fucking treat tonight, folks! Not only are the Brayshaws here – the motherfuckers that make all this possible for your scoundrel asses – but one is standing in this very ring, not that you needed to be told that,” the hype guy yells into his megaphone. “No bets are being taken on this fight, this is for pure entertainment people cause you see, here’s what’s happened...”
My brows pull in and I glance at Royce, he shoots me a quick wink before turning his malicious smirk on the ring.
The pit of my stomach grows tight.
“Y’all remember our dark-haired queen of the night, right? She popped in like a backward Barbie and out like a west coast warrior?”
What ...
“Well, her name is Raven Carver, and she’s back, people!” he shouts, and people start shouting in excitement, eye after eye flying my way and I wanna die.
“I’m gonna fuck you guys up for this,” I mumble for only Cap and Royce to hear.
Assholes laugh at me.
“Now, a couple weeks ago, Raven, or Rae as we call her, slipped in here for a minute, and when she left, our warrior got jumped.”
Some people laugh, others throw out ‘fuck thats’ and the like, but my spine shoots straight, and I grip Cap and Royce by the thighs.
“And guess what else?” the guy shouts. “We know one of the guys who done done it.” People scream, and I jerk forward but, the boys yank me back down. “Bastards and bitches, welcome to the ring, the dumbass who put his hands on Maddoc Brayshaw’s woman.”
My pulse spikes as a dark figure makes his way toward the ring, several big ass buff dudes following close by.
He steps in the center, facing away from me.
“Y’all know the drill, they swing ‘til they can’t. You stay back and out the way, and when this little bitch has thoroughly had his ass handed to him, you can spit on him and walk away.” He pauses so the crowd can shout once more before pulling his megaphone back to his mouth. “Game time, motherfuckers. Shirt off, pansy. Let’s get it.”
The guy hops down and my fingers dig into Royce and Captain’s jeans as I watch the dude across from Maddoc start to pull his hoodie over his head.
I squint to try and see better, but I can’t make him out.
My eyes lift to Maddoc’s and right as they do, his meet mine.
His move prompts his opponent to turn as well and my jaw clenches shut.
Leo.
That little bitch.
“Cap...” I start, but he ignores me, so I snap, “Royce.”
“Yes.” He covers my hand with his and squeezes. “He fucking helped Collins. He gave him the video, and it was his boot that was marked against your ribs. He— ”
“Is a dead man in that ring,” I whisper, anxiousness now fighting its way in and pushing out all the excitement and adrenaline because I know Maddoc is fucking foaming out the mouth right now.
His friend. Someone he half trusted, who I thought was sketchy as fuck, fucked them.
Fucked me.
“We have to show these people, Raven,” Cap whispers in my ear. “And this is the place to do it. These people are drifters, you know that. Word will spread, and everyone will understand.”
“You don’t fuck with a Brayshaw,” Royce finishes for him, looking to me and I reluctantly