The Silent Neighbour ✓

Chapter Twenty

Nova Johnson

Mature 🔞

This is a bad idea, and I tried to tell myself that it was, but my legs had other options for me. The night he shouted at me and over exaggerated like some little bitch; he was going somewhere. So, I retraced the steps and continued walking down the pavement.

My hands were dug into my pocket, my hood was thrown over my curls and I look behind me just in case someone was coming to attack me.

I then see people exiting out of lavish cars with men in suits, my eyebrows raise, and I lean against the brick wall and watch them walk towards what looks like a backdoor? The bouncer stood in front of it, "word?"

"ATS." The man whispers, the bouncer nods and pushes open the door.

Okay, not weird at all.

I scratch the back of my head for a good minute before building up enough courage to go to the bouncer, he watched every move I made. Every stroll I took to reach him. He stands in front of the door, "word?"

"ATS." I whisper, he stares into my eyes for a good ten minutes before opening the door for me. I act as if it was nothing before stepping inside. It was like a whole tournament. With a cage in the middle.

My eyes widen as I squeeze through others to stand in the corner, far away from eye view. The lights slowly turn down, "welcome, ladies and gentlemen to tonight's fight – Alexander vs Owen!"

People roared Alexanders name loudly, cheering him on. And not a single person mentioned Owens name. Owen who must be his opponent for tonight.

"Now we know that Alexander has become one of the strongest fighters in the world, with a goal of three knockouts per round-it is outstanding. Isn't it John!"

"It sure is Max, Alexander was supposed to quit fighting in the ring last year but then it became personal."

"Oh, and how's that John!"

"I wish I could tell you, but it looks like the fight is about to begin!"

"Please welcome, Owen Kors!"

Boos hurried the place as Owen makes his walk to the cage, Owen looks huge from the angle. He slams his fists against one another, before reaching the cage.

The referee unlocks the door and Owen walks inside. "And now, welcome...Alexander Solonik!" The girls screaming could be heard, but I heard men screaming for him to make Owen bleed.

I hide my features just in case he'd see me, I watch as he walks towards the cage with no boxing glove, no head gear-just red wraps around his fist.

Someone walks behind him every step of the way, the referee checks his wraps before allowing him to enter the cage which he then locks.

I take it back; Owen looks like a child next to Alexander.

A bell goes off and Alexander does not waste any time before throwing the first punch under Owens chin, Owen stumbles back against the cage.

Blood spilling out of his mouth, Alexander goes for another punch to the side of his face. Owen was able to slip a throw at Alexander. I grasp my mouth, but Alexander doesn't budge a muscle; he merely shakes his head at Owen before diving all in.

Owen was a losing game from the start, with every punch resulting in a splat of blood. Alexander smashes him to the ground, and this wasn't your typical boxing match. No. This was a lethal game. Only one person survives.

I would lie if I said I was not scared a tiny bit, Alexander has the strength of a bull.

Yet, he is so gentle with me.