King of Sunset Drive {BWWM}

Rabid Wolf

My jaw twisted with a crack, pushing me back but I hold my stance. The pain was nothing unfamiliar

I spit out the blood to a corner of the pen, the bastard Lenard was getting cocky

But by the end of night he will regret his challenge.

He shuffled his legs accordingly and I followed his rhythm, blurring out the ferocious wailing of the crowd behind me. Trick was to not let their hype influence you, the only one who will win fight is you. Not screaming lunatics.

"Die already Russian fucker!" Lenard's Irish accent flows as fast as his bloodied fist reels back and I smirk before ducking beneath his fist, tackling his abdomen to the farthest side of the ring

I quickly get to my feet as that's no where enough to take out the cunt. He coughs intensely trying to get back his balance but his fading strength is a sign

"You think I die off pussy hits!" The metallic taste coats my mouth but I smile, wiping the excess sweat from my forehead.

My knuckles ached tirelessly and my bones jolted in irreversible pain. Feet grandly worn down with bruises but that never stopped me. It was without question Leonard was substantial elder than me. He is known Veteran at Barn, but like those assholes say- age is but a fucking number

And I'll beat you worse than your father ever did

Because while I was in a compared pain of a person hit by a car, my muscles thrived. Lived. Were pumping the steam that flowed through my blood stream, into my head. Fueling my serotonin levels. This was fucking living. This was life. I felt alive fighting bitches like Leonard

And it made me feel fucking sky high winning too

Leonard ran face first towards me resembling a rabid dog who'd been kicked in the face one too many times. His speed was known well at the Barn, the man was not to be taken lightly. However neither was I.

I prepare my knees

Not yet

Almost there

Now

The pain only poured fire on my rage, I jump up and stretch. My bare feet kick down Leonard like a tree, the man flies powerfully far back he becomes entangled in the ropes holding the ring together.

I land back in my toes which wasn't the smartest move as they could break easily that way, but I was lucky.

Leonard tries his best to be free, struggling and wriggling around but it was no use. I smile and walk over to his form

Those hindered brown eyes down scare me one bit

"Russian Pig." And he spits his blood my way, landing on my foot

Instead of being disgusted, my stomach rumbles. The feeling bubbles up to my chest then throat. Till ultimately I bark out the laughter that swelled within me. The crowd below took to doing the same at this pathetic waste.

"Maybe, but you. Still. Lose." I wipe the spit back on Leonards chest and kick him once more in his abdomen.

Finally freeing him from the fraying ropes

*****

"Brother Jacobe your nose is crooked!" My fork stops midway and I look up at Aleksei first. Just to see his pissed off reaction as I get satisfaction from it. He knows where I've been. What I do, and it wasn't going to stop.

His face is sullen as he briefly watches me, but goes back to eating his own food.

Masha looks at me as if shes about to cry..but she clears her throat before shoving another piece of egg down her throat.