Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 143253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 716(@200wpm)___ 573(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 716(@200wpm)___ 573(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
“How old are you?”
I didn’t want this man talking to me. I just wanted to fight him, then leave.
“Fifteen,” I answered. “You didn’t know about me?”
He shook his head. “I was just told this morning about this fight.”
I had known about it for few weeks.
“Lets’ get this over with.”
The man chuckled. “I don’t wanna hurt you, kid, but I’m going to.”
I shifted my stance. “You can try.”
He laughed again, and it wasn’t a conceited laugh. It was a genuine one. He thought this fight was a joke. His relaxed stance told me he didn’t take it, or me, seriously. He didn’t see me as a threat in any shape or form, so I had to use that confidence to my advantage. I knew how to fight. Kane had been working with me until I could no longer stand in preparation for this match. I knew I could handle a body mass twice the size of my own. I knew I was going to kick this guy’s ass ... before I was worried, but standing up on the platform facing him, I knew the only person who should have been worried was him.
“No pain,” I said out loud, bumping my fists together. “No fucking pain.”
The buzzer sounded without warning, and the man came at me fast. Most likely, he wanted to put me out of my misery. He swung his right fist my way, and he put power behind it, hoping to catch my chin and put me on the canvas. I ducked left and fired two jabs to his liver. His body jerked at the contact, but he swung around, and the surprise in the man’s eyes wasn’t missed. He stood a little taller, tensed his muscles more, and tightened his guard.
He wasn’t playing around now.
When he darted forward, I managed to avoid his first jab, but he caught me around the waist with his free arm, lifted me up, and slammed in against the floor. The breath was knocked out of me, and it hurt, but I didn’t lose focus. I wrapped my legs around his torso, then latched onto his arm when he tried to twist out of my hold. I controlled my breathing and applied pressure on his arm. I heard him scream, and the crowd did too. Their cheering became deafening and encouraged me to keep hold of the arm bar I had. I got a fright when a roar came from the man, followed by a pop in his arm that I somehow felt. I quickly let go of him, and he promptly rolled off me, hollering in pain.
I couldn’t look at his elbow. It was obvious by the angle that I had snapped the bone. I didn’t notice the blood until he turned over and I realised the bone had come through his skin. I didn’t want to fight any more at that moment ... I didn’t want to hurt other people. I looked at my brothers, finding them with wild eyes, and I focused on Kane when he jerked his head. I knew what he was telling me to do. Marco said I wasn’t to stop fighting while my opponent still had fight in him. Damien’s life depended on me following orders. One look at the man told me that he wanted to kill me, and my heart dropped.
My stomach twisted in knots.
I shot forward before he could get to his feet, and I dived on him. I punched him until he stopped trying to fend me off, and when I saw he was in no condition to continue fighting, I stood and roared. I let out every bit of pent-up frustration, hurt, anger, and fear that I had, and I released it within that roar. I wouldn’t fear my fights anymore. I would trust myself, and what I was capable of doing, and I would knock down anyone in my path. It was a stranger’s pride versus my brother’s life, and my family would win every single time.
Marco would regret the day he made me his fighter ... I’d make sure of it.
CHAPTER FIVE
Eighteen Years Old ...
“All I’m saying is you both don’t have to go to public school. I can continue to homeschool you both right here.”
I gently banged my head that resting on the kitchen table, making my brothers laugh. All but my eldest brother, that is. Finished with my cereal, I pushed the bowl away and gave Ryder my full attention.
“I don’t know what you’re all finding so funny,” he grunted. “I’m serious.”
“Ry,” Damien began. “We’ve been homeschooled our whole lives. We’ve never been around kids our age ... not normal kids, at least.”
Ryder sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to convince us to stay at home.
“Look,” I continued, “it’s a good thing. We’ll be around people our age in a natural environment. Haven’t you always been worried that we were too sheltered?”