his

fucking cum dripped down the inside of my leg. I was grateful my dress was long

enough to hide it. Looking toward the shed, I realized hadn’t been back there since

the torture of the gardener, and it had me wanting to pull away, but I knew there

was no chance he’d allow that. I just hoped whatever poor soul was down there was

not someone I knew and by some small miracle actually deserved what was likely

about to happen.

Pulling me down the stairs to the basement level, I could hear voices and

laughter until several of Darren’s men confirmed them. Scott leaned against the

corner of the room while ten of Darren’s guards stood around in a circle,

surrounding one man. They fanned out as we entered, making way for Darren to

take command. Some men I recognized, Eric with his missing ears, others from

around the estate, and Clive and Owen, who made their way to my side as Darren

left me with them.

“You all know why you’re here,” Darren said calmly, entering the circle. “We

have a traitor among us.”

The men around him cheered their vulgarity and roared with approval, and it

made my stomach churn. The other man he was facing didn’t look as I expected

him to look. He was fit, albeit not as tall and built as Darren, but he looked like he

could have been one of his guards. Bald head, dark scruff around his face and

bloodshot eyes; he looked tired but ready for something. “You all know the rules.

No one interferes, and only one person walks away.”

I looked on in confusion, my heart palpitating with fear as I came to the

conclusion of what was going on here. “He’s going to fight him?” I asked Owen.

“Yes. And you are to watch every second of it.”

“What if he loses?” I asked.

“He won’t.”

“What if he did?”

“Then he would be dead, and Brian would walk away a free man.”

So, that means he’s obviously never lost. Fuck.

Brian threw the first punch, missing Darren by a mile as he quickly dodged out

of the way, a wide smile on his face as he moved. He was going to enjoy this fight,

and I had a feeling it was going to end with blood.

They bantered back and forth for a while, Darren blocking and countering strikes

efficiently to the point where I was honestly impressed with his speed and

technique. Brian was good and held his own for a while, but he was sloppy

compared to Darren. Brian was already winded and visibly tired while Darren was

light on his feet and clearly had great control of himself and the fight.

“What’s the point of this? So Darren can get his rocks off?”

Clive scoffed.

“Every now and then we all need to be reminded of what happens when you

betray the hand that feeds you. Brian stole a shipment from Mr. Davis and sold it to

someone else, claiming an adversary had stolen it. He’d also been selling classified

information to our rivals. We found out, and now, Brian has to pay.”

“So why not just kill him? Why is there a need to fight him?”

“Mr. Davis allows all his traitors a chance at redemption. If they fight him and

win, then they can go free without consequence. He will respect anyone who can

best him, and if they can, he would no longer be fit to lead. But no one has ever

beaten him.”

“Clearly,” I replied as I watched Darren block a kick from Brian and counter with

an elbow to his face.

All hell really broke loose when Darren knocked Brian to the floor with a perfect

hit to the nose. Blood poured from Brian’s face as he hit the floor, and Darren did

not hesitate to finish him off.

It wasn’t the first time I’d seen a fight like this. I’d witnessed plenty of bar

fights, finished a few myself, but something with this type of fight was far

different. In a bar fight, you typically weren’t trying to kill the other person. Not

really. But here, with Darren, his brutality was a clear indication of his intent to not

only kill his opponent but also to destroy him.

The sound of facial bones breaking under his fists was enough to make me

cringe. More cheers echoed while over and over, Darren plunged his fists into

Brian’s face until it was nothing but mush, blood covering Darren’s hands until not

an inch of his skin was clean. The men were eating this up as if they

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