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
