Unleashed (A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance) (222 page)

I hit him again in the temple, again in the neck, again in the jaw. My fist hurts to hell, but I have to keep hitting.

He’s still standing, but he won’t be soon. This fucker is tough, but soon it’ll be lights-out, the body’s automatic reaction to head trauma.

Just one more hit. I feint, he moves to block, and I wind up an upper-cut.

Time slows. The crowd is now exploding. The sound is now deafening. I’m going to win. He’s mistimed his block; I’ll get him in the gap between his two closing, protective forearms.

I glance up at the last moment, go to meet Penny’s eyes. I’m going to fucking win, and she’s going to see me do it.

But she’s not there.

I don’t hit Anton. My fist stops inches from his jaw. I back up, scanning the crowd. I look toward the exits, see a fire-escape door shutting.

Anton charges for me, but I duck him, run for the door to the cage and kick it open. The metal hook-latch breaks easily.

“Where you going?” Anton bellows behind me, arms spread. I ignore him, and head straight for the fire door.

“Pierce!” Fallon calls to me as I pass him. “You can’t leave. You haven’t won.”

“Fuck you,” I shout back.

I’m going to get my girl.