Fury (New Adult Romance) - #1.5 Fierce Series (37 page)

This has to have something to do with Alpha Psi. I saw Scarlet and
her boyfriend fighting several times. This can’t be a coincidence. She was
murdered.

Chapter
28

Bleeding for Honor

I immediately bolt to my room, leaving Leafy alone with Scarlet. I
hope Jaret’s here now, because I really need to talk to him. But there’s no one
around, and I’m getting this feeling like everything is going wrong. Chills run
down my spine as I realize things are moving quickly now, and I need to be
ahead of what’s happening before I’m caught in the middle.

I grab my cell phone and notice the text left by Jaret.

‘The distributor spilled. The courier is Scarlet.’

My blood turns cold. Oh my fucking God.

If she’s the courier … then her boyfriend is …

Burying my phone in my pocket, I make my way to his room and burst
inside. There’s no one here, so that gives me enough time to search through his
room and find some evidence. I need to know if he’s the leader. He has to be.
It all starts to fall together now.

I tug on all his drawers, ripping the place to shreds until I find a
loose bottom in the drawer of his desk. What I find inside is a goldmine. Drugs,
bottles, syringes. Prices and client lists, and worse, direct orders to be
given to the distributors by the courier herself. There’s even mail from the
drug lords he got it all from.

I pick up one of the syringes, which is from the same stash as the
one I found in Scarlet’s room. The heroin is right beside them on the bottom of
the drawer.

I have to let Agent Williams know. I found him.

“Playing detective now?”

The syringe drops to the floor as I turn around. Wes is in the
doorway.

Fuck.

Panic courses through me. I weigh up my options. I could run, or
maybe I could jump from the window. No, it’s too high. I could fight him.

When I see more and more distributors and dealers appear behind him,
the fear really settles in .I have no way out of this. This is it. My thoughts
immediately go out to my girl. Is she okay? Will they leave her out of this?

“I knew I couldn’t trust you,” he muses, his arms crossed.

I keep my mouth jammed shut. If I talk, it’ll only make it worse.
They’ve seen what I was doing. Of course Wes knows I’ve been after the leader
all this time. It was only a matter of time before they came after me.

“Did you think we wouldn’t keep an eye out on his room?” he asks.

Again, I don’t answer.

He laughs. “You don’t have to answer. It doesn’t matter anyway.” He
signals for the other guys to get inside. “Take him in, boys.”

I brace myself. They’re coming for me, fists in the air, and I know
I won’t have a choice. I’m not giving up without a fight, though. I can’t let
them win. Not when there’s so much on the line.

I ready myself for impact and swing my arms at them once they get
close. One tries to tackle me, but I jump up and kick him in the balls. Another
one runs up to me and grabs a hold of my arm, but I swing him aside. I punch
another in the face, but he quickly comes back up to grab my foot. They’re on
me like a pack of wolves, clinging to me until I surrender. I will never give
up. If they want me, they’ll have to drag me out of here.

Wes steps forward, holding a syringe in his hand. I wince at the
sight.

“Hold him down,” he commands, and the guys fling themselves on top
of me. It takes ten of them to hold one of me down.

Wes leans in, and I spit in his face. “Bastard.”

He smirks, wiping the spit from his eyes. “You should’ve known better,
Hunter.”

He holds up the syringe, and I try to move away from it, but the
guys are holding me down tight. I can’t move. Fuck!

Wes moves the needle to my neck, his head right next to my ear. The
stinging sensation of the needle puncturing my skin is fucking infuriating, but
my muscles are collapsing underneath me. I don’t know what he’s put in there,
but it’s no ordinary drug. The world is slowly blackening in front of my eyes.

The last thing I hear is his whisper, “I’ll see you in the arena.”

♥♥♥

When I wake up, it feels like I’ve been out for hours. My head hurts
and my muscles are weak, but functional, because I can move my fingers.
Groaning, I try to move, but it’s no use. My arms are bound to my back, and I’m
tightly secured in a chair.

“Morning, sunshine,” Wes says, and he forces open my eyes. “Wake
up.” He slaps me in the face, and my eyes jerk open immediately. My vision is
still blurry, but I can make out a human shape in front of me and the metallic,
silvery bars all around us. We’re in a cage. Oh, God …

“Strong stuff, huh? It’s called Brotizolam. Gets you snoozing in no
time. Very nice if you ask me,” he says.

He flicks his fingers and a hooker walks into the cage with a bottle
of water. He snatches it from her and throws the contents over my head. It’s
fucking icy cold and instantly wakes me up, goose bumps crawling up my skin.

“Wake up, you motherfucker,” he says, slapping me in the face again.
He throws the bottle back to the girl, who rushes off again. Then he grabs a
chair standing in the corner and puts it down in front of me while he sits
down. I’m staring at him from under my eyelashes, my blood boiling with anger.
Seeing his face makes me want to rip him to shreds, and I will, as soon as I
get out of this chair. Fucking tight ropes.

“You won’t get out of those, if that’s what you’re thinking,” he
muses, lighting a cigarette. “Not until after I’m done with you.” He blows out
a puff of smoke right in my face, and I cough.

Shit … I’m stuck here with no way out. The gang knows what I’ve been
doing. Is Leafy in danger now? Did they get to her too? I have to know if she’s
okay. If they touch her, I’ll fucking kill all of them.

“Hunter, Hunter, Hunter … I could have sworn I told you not to mess
with me. But you had to go and snoop around in someone else’s business.”

“You piece of shit,” I say. Whack! Another hit against the face. The
stinging hurts, but I no longer pay any attention to the pain. All I’m thinking
about is killing him. “You murdered Scarlet.”

He laughs. “No, that was all Brody, unfortunately. She couldn’t
handle the position anymore. The frat house requires certain sacrifices she
wasn’t willing to make. Somewhat like you.”

He blows out another puff of smoke. “I’m glad I got to talk to
Jaret, who told me all about your little plan.”

My eyes widen. “What?”

The smirk on his face is disgusting. “Didn’t you know? He values his
position in this frat house more than your friendship. I thought you’d learned
that by now. This is a brotherhood, Hunter. Alpha Psi
always
comes
first, which is something you should’ve known.”

He leans forward, takes the cigarette from his mouth, and does the
unthinkable. He pushes out the bud on my arm.

I scream in agony as he presses it out against my arm, burning my
flesh. The flames still sizzle as he throws it out of the cage, laughing out
loud at my misery.

“You fucking piece of shit! I’ll fucking tear you to pieces!” I
yell.

Wes slowly gets up from his chair and towers above me, chuckling.
“We’ll see about that. First, you can fight your way through as many opponents
as it takes to make you realize you’re not going anywhere. And with that I mean
that you will never see the light of day again.” He grabs my hair, pulling up
my head. “You’ll drown in your own miserable blood right in this spot. I’ll
make you fight until you shit blood, you little punk.” He bangs my head against
the cage. Fuck. “You’re going to make us some money until we trust you enough
to let you out of this cage again.’

Wes turns around, walking to the cage door. “You’ll be nice
entertainment for the club tonight. Revel in that.”

He signals the hooker again. “Take off the ropes and bring the
chair. Keep him there.”

She nods, shaking vigorously as she approaches me.

“Please don’t hurt me,” she says, cutting through the ropes that
hold me in place. I wince, but stay put as she releases them, my skin covered
in red skid marks. I won’t hurt her. She’s not to blame, and I don’t put my
hands on women. Not that I have any energy to fight right now. That fucking
shit they drugged me with made me weak, and my body is still recuperating. Wes
knows. I can see him watching me from a distance, enjoying the view. Well, I
can promise him this: I will rip that fucking smirk off his face if it’s the
last thing I do in this world.

♥♥♥

I’ve been up for a few hours now, rigorously preparing my body for
what’s to come. My feet are restlessly shuffling about as I throw some jabs
into empty space. The crowd has already settled in the bleachers, and they’re
waiting for a show. Oh … I’ll give them a show. I’ll give them one they’ll
never forget.

Whoever steps foot into this cage will not leave before they’re out
cold.

The people are growing rowdy in their seats. Wes is twirling the set
of keys that mark my freedom like it’s his to give. I’m waiting for this fight
to begin so I can get it over with as fast as possible.

A robed guy walks up to the cage, and the crowd goes mental. There’s
a name etched on his robe, and it says ‘Killer.’ He throws off the garment and
all his tattoos become visible. He gives me a wretched, cocky smile, showing me
the golden teeth filling up his mouth. I guess he’s fought a lot of guys in
here.

Wes grins at Killer and he opens the cage for him to step inside.
The guy is enormous, but I can already tell he’s not balancing himself
properly. I could topple him easily.

Wes closes the cage again and the crowd starts to cheer.

“And … Fight!” Wes yells.

Killer roars, sets his feet apart like a sumo wrestler, and holds
out his hands, signaling for me to come forward. I shake my muscles loose and
crack my knuckles. This is it. I’ll fucking punch him into oblivion, and then
the next, and the next one after that. No matter how many come at me, I will
take them down. I will fucking win, and I will get out of here so I can nail
the leader … Brody … and protect Leafy from him.

I charge at the guy and punch him in the stomach, but he barely
moves. He doesn’t even wince; instead he catches my hand with his, raises his
leg and kicks me in the side. Momentarily off balance, I shift my weight to my
other leg and slip around him, trying to hit him from behind. I throw punches
and jabs as fast as I can, trying to get him disoriented. One blow from him,
though, and I’m seeing stars.

He’s strong, and I’m just fast. I need to go at this a different
way. I back away and run back at him at full speed, jumping onto his back like
I’m straddling a horse. I pound in on him, my knuckles breaking against his
tough skull. He grabs me and throws me off him in one big motion, and I land
head first on the stone-cold ground.

Fuck.

My entire body hurts. Bruises cover my skin, and the mark Wes’
cigarette left on my arm is still clearly visible. Just looking at it enrages
me so much I burst with energy. I immediately get up to my feet again and dance
around Killer, punching him when he least expects it. Even though I’m the one
hurt the most, I won’t give up on this match.

When the crowd starts to chant his name, I’m even more motivated to
win.

He storms at me like a ball of muscle, and I prepare for impact. He
slams into me, pinning me to the cage, but I raise my fingers and poke his
eyes. He screams, stepping back, his hand waving about, trying to grab me. I
duck and punch him in the nuts. He grunts and stumbles back to the center,
giving me room to breathe again.

Now that he’s blinded for a second, I should take my chance. I wipe
the blood leaking from my nose and spit on the floor. Then I run toward him as
fast as I can and ram him. I crash into him with full force, and he falls down
to the ground head first. A loud thwack is audible, and the audience screams
‘oohs’ and ‘ahs.’ I scramble off him, knowing he’s probably not even able to
fight anymore, and put all my strength into it to pick him up.

“Fuck you,” I say, right before I punch him in the face a couple of
times.

He’s a fucking bloody mess before I’m through with him.

I let go of him and he lands on the ground, his body limp and
lifeless. Maybe he’s alive, maybe he’s not. I don’t fucking care. It’s not my
problem; this wasn’t my choice.

“It’s a win for the Hunter!” Wes yells, scowling. He opens the door
and tells some guards to keep watch while he and some other dude check up on
the blacked-out Killer.

I turn toward the crowd and latch onto the cage bars, looking each
and every one of them in the eye. I want them to see that I’m not messing
around. I’ll fucking kill anyone if I have to, but I will get out and I will
protect the people I love.