Scythe
The next two rounds of fights go by fast and every time Widow has been in the ring, I've been surprised she hasn't taken one punch to the face. A couple to the body and a few kicks here and there, but she's really impressed me, and now we're down to the final four competitors nothin’ on the board and the four of us all standin’ in the ring. Razor had our names on a piece of paper, placing them into a bag, the crowd goes quiet, and everyone watches as Razor grabs the mic.
“Ok fuckers shut up,” he says as the last of the people who were talkin’ stop “Right we have our last four fighters” everyone cheers “They've written their names on a piece of paper and have put them into this bag, he holds up a small drawstring bag. Greer will pick the names out to see who's fightin’ who ARE WE READY!” he yells and everyone whistles, cheers and shouts out who their rootin’ for. Greer pulls out the first name holdin' it up.
“KNUCKLE” he yells, then he sticks his hand back in “SCYTHE” he yells my name, and I smile which means that Tucker and Widow will fight, Razor lifts the mic again.
“Ok shut the fuck up, now we choose the order.”
“Knuckle you were picked first heads or tails,” he says, holdin’ a coin, Knuckle looks at Widow, and they share a look.
“Heads Scythe and I go first” Razor flicks the coin in the air, steppin' back as we all look at it.
“HEADS IT IS KNUCKLE AND SCYTHE GO FIRST” Razor yells and more cheers go out. I walk back out of the ring and over to my bag where the guys are all standing.
“Good luck,” Stryker says, and I nod, I strip down to my shorts and tape my hands up. I look over to the other side of the ring and see Widow talkin’ to Sniper; I turn back as Razor comes over to me.
“You gonna be able to kick her ass when the time comes” I look at him (fuck I never thought it might come down to the two of us)
“Yeah” is all I say, but fuck hittin’ her just doesn't feel right.
“He hasn't won this fight yet,” Cookie says, and I look at him.
“Fuck off!” I tell him.
“I stretch walkin' up to the gate and step in, Knuckle already in there bouncin’ around like a fuckwit jumpin’ on the cage. The bell rings and Knuckle comes at me, I punch him in the jaw grabbin' his head and bringin' my knee up connectin' with his face. He grabs me around the waist, but I push him off of me sweepin' my leg across the mat and trippin' him landin’ a blow to the side of the head, and he's out before he even lands on the mat. The crowd goin' ballistic, but I just stand there watchin' as Doc brings knuckle back. It takes a few swipes of the salts when he finally opens his eyes, and I step out of the ring once I knew he was ok. I turn to look at Widow, and she gives me a chin lift, I return the sentiment headin' over to the boys who all congratulate me. I watch as Tucker steps into the ring than Widow; she's as calm as ever no emotion nothin’. I've watched her over the past couple of days, I mean come on, who wouldn't the pull I have to her is fuckin’ magnetic. I've watched her laugh and smile which is fuckin’ beautiful, and I've watched her train fight and win, I can imagine her on the back of my bike on her knees suckin’ my dick on all fours as I plow into her from behind. I wanna fuck every hole she has; I wanna own her, brand her, fuckin’ live inside of her that's how much I want her, I wanna eat her pussy so bad my mouth waters just thinkin’ about it.
“Earth to Scythe” I turn lookin' at Cookie frownin’.
“What?”
“Did you fuckin’ hear anything I just said!”
“Nope,” I tell him
“I said you sure you’re gonna be able to fight her.”
“Why would you say that?”
“Cause the way you look at her man; it's like you wanna fuckin’ eat her” I smile.
“I fuckin’ do Brother,” he laughs slappin’ me on the back laughin’.
We watch as Widow beats Tucker in the third round, he got one lucky hit to her ribs, as she lowered her head. I thought it was all over when she spun fast elbowin’ Tucker in the side of the head. I watched in slow motion as he went down and she turned him over puttin’ him in a chokehold, his face turned red, and he tapped out just before he passed out which meant we were fightin’ each other tomorrow. I felt fuckin’ sick to my stomach, how could I fight her. I look across the ring, and she's watchin’ me, Razor steps into the ring grabbin' the mic again, and we all quieten down
“Scythe, Widow Maker,” he says as we both stand and he motions us into the ring, I let her walk in first. Her smell hittin’ my senses and my body react to her, my dick knows she's just in front of me, and he wants to play. I adjust my dick, hearin' some of the guys laugh, I mean she's in her tiny boy shorts and a sports bra. She stands on the other side of Razor, but I can still smell her, she smells like vanilla and peaches my dick hard.
“OUR LAST TWO!” Razor yells liftin’ both our arms, everyone cheers and I look over at Widow the same time she looks at me; she's still impassive, her face gives nothin’ away (fuck she'd be good at poker) she just doesn’t have one tell, Razor turns to us
“Get some sleep tomorrow is a big day” I look at Widow, but she's just starin’ at me with pure determination in her eyes.
****
Ava
I'm lifted up in the air by Hawk “You did good darlin’” he says
“Thanks”
“You think you can take him,” he gestures towards Scythe, I'm defiantly having my doubts he's fast strong and knows exactly what he's doing. I look up at him as he looks down at me.
“What's wrong?” I need to let out some steam, and my only release that I like to do is fuck or scream
“I need some time alone,” I tell him, and he frowns at me.
“Why?” I close my eyes
“Your gonna think this is nuts, but I need to let out some steam” he looks at me.
“What the fuck are you talkin’ about?” I roll my eyes at him
“It's just something I need do,” he frowns at me like I've just grown two heads.
“How?”
“It's private.”
“Widow!”
“Hawk it's nothing dramatic, I just need a quiet place with no people” he frowns at me again.
“I know a place,” a feminine voice says behind me, and I turn to see Niya Colt's Old Lady standing there.
“You do!” she nods her head at me, I look at Hawk, but he just shrugs his shoulders at me.
“I can take you if you need.”
“You sure.”
“Yeah, I've got my truck outside, we can go now.”
“You sure I don't want to put you out,” she smiles shaking her head.
“Hey, us women have to stick together,” she says smiling.
“Ok, let’s go” I pull on my sweats and follow her out to a huge Ford Ranger.
“Is this your truck?” I ask her as I get in
“Yeah Colt insists I have it, I mean I like it but look at me. I look like I'm twelve sitting behind it and I'm small already” I laugh, as she puts the truck in drive. Where driving for about ten minutes when she pulls off the road, and I sit up
“It's just through the trees” as we pass the tree line the ocean is in front of us, I get out and so does she and we walk to the shoreline.
“Wow,” I say looking out.
“It's beautiful, isn't it” I nod my head just staring at the water.
“So why did you wanna come here” I turn my head to look at her, noticing we sort of look the same just her complexion is a little darker, but our features height and her body is thinner around the waist where mine is all lean
“I need to scream,” I tell her and she laughs.
“Well, this is the place to do it.”
I stand at the water’s edge taking a deep breath in and scream at the top of my lungs until all the air is out of my lungs and then I do it, again and again, each scream has the tension in my body disappearing. When I stop, I look back at her, and she's smiling.
“Does it help?” I nod
“Yep, all the shit that builds up, I just let all out and go with each scream.”
“Well, that was a lot of screaming” I laugh sitting down on the sand.
“You should try it,” I tell her and she looks at me gets up, steps forward, and I watch as she fills her lungs with air letting it go with a scream. I laugh as she does it as she takes another air full screaming again, when she's done she sits next to me.
“Fuck that did help” I look at her “what?” she says
“You just seem too nice to swear,” she smiles.
“I usually don't, but when it's called for I do.”
“So why are you screaming,” I ask her as I lift a handful of sand up and let it run through my fingers
“Teenage sister,” she says, and I look at her.
“Oh yeah, she giving you shit,” she shakes her head no.
“No, Zoey’s great, I just… I don’t know she’s eighteen soon and she’s leaving to go off to college” I look at her.
“To where?”
“Stanford, god I’m gonna miss her so much,” I think about Justin, and I know I’d miss him if he wasn’t around.
“I get it,” I tell her, and she looks at me.
“Yeah,” I nod
“Yeah” we sit there for a while in silence just seagulls above and the sounds of waves hitting the shore.
“Can I ask you why you’re fighting” I look at her, and she has the same look my mother has when she found out why we were coming here (a mother look for sure)
“Honestly” she nods
“I'm fighting for my Cut.”
“What?” she asks frowning at me.
“My Cut, the only way Preacher’s going to give it to me is if I win.”
“Shit,” she says, and I smile.
“Exactly”
“Why do you want to join the club” I look out into the ocean (why did I want to join respect the feeling of belonging)
“I watched my dad, my whole life and the respect he got from people and the patch it gives it to you.”
“Couldn't you just be an Old Lady” I shake my head.
“I want more; I want them to treat me as an equal you know. I watch my mom and dad and the way they are, my mom just following blindly behind my dad and I didn't want that. I want to be equal I want to show them that women are just as good,” she doesn't say anything for a while but what she says next shocks me.
“I get it; my dad was a piece of shit that beat me almost every day of my life. And if the club hadn't killed him, I would be the one that's dead. Growing up, my dad was fearless to me, a monster you know cause that's all I knew. But when the club came to our house and took him I seen it, they were the grim reaper coming to collect. I watch people giving the guys respect all the time, so I do get it, I know that feeling of wanting more” We sit there for a little while longer, the sun slowly going down “You ready to head back” she asks the cool air giving me goosebumps
“Yeah” as we get back to the truck, she looks at me.
“I totally get that,” she says, pointing to the ocean, and I smile getting back in the truck.