Page 76 of Reckless Vengeance

“You’re not my type, man. Sorry. I’m not into thieving snakes,” I chuckled as I led him back up to the cage. People moved, knowing I meant business, and I could tell Kenny was trying to find an escape when I pushed him into the cage and he started looking around.

He was surrounded by Devils, so even if he escaped the cage, he wouldn’t get far.

I glanced up at the loft to find Rory at the window with Hunter beside her, and I hoped she liked the show.

Kenny could fight, which was going to make this a lot more fun.

“I’ll let you take the first swing,” I offered, my guys banging their hands on the cage and shouting at him, only amping me up more. Hunter didn’t mind getting blood on his hands, he was a monster when he needed to be, but I got a real kick out of it, so he usually let me handle things.

Like a cat with a mouse, I loved to play with my prey before I killed it.

“Please, I can pay for it. I’m getting married in a month. My fiancée—” he said in a panic, making me laugh.

“Your girl basically hates you, man. Your parents set you guys up, she doesn’t even like you. You know she’s been screwing that linebacker from Kingslake University, right? Can’t blame her, I’d fuck him too. He’s hot,” I explained, his face tightening. “He’s probably going to go pro and she’d be set for life. What can you give her? Your disappearance would be a blessing to that girl.”

“She’s mine!”

“You’ve been missing for a week. She’s been going to his games and letting him bend her over his car. Don’t think she got the memo that she belongs to you,” I taunted, finally getting the reaction I wanted when he swung at me.

I dodged it, letting him try once more before my fist shot out and I felt his nose crunch under my knuckles, the blood starting to pour down his face almost instantly. Disoriented, he tried to dodge my second blow but I expected it and hit him again.

My guys cheered as I pummeled him with my fists, the metallic smell of blood soaking into my senses as the monster inside me took over.

I hit him, stomped on him, kicked him, and it wasn’t until I heard someone calling my name from a distance that I stopped swinging and blinked down at the guy. His face was like mincemeat, completely unrecognizable, and I had no idea when the fucker had died, but he was definitely dead now.

Blood dripped from my hands and was spattered on my face, I could feel it.

My body jerked as a hand touched my sweaty back, and I spun around with every intention on punching the fucker who’d snuck up on me, but I halted when I found Rory there.

How had she gotten down here past Hunter? There was no way in hell that he’d let her down here, especially into the cage when I was blacked out like that.

She studied me as I stared back at her, trying to calm my racing heart, and she took a step closer as if to get a better look at me.

“Think you got him, Ortega,” she finally said dryly, just as Hunter appeared behind her and went to grab her arm to jerk her back.

“Don’t fucking touch her,” I growled, making him pause. I liked her attention on me, and as much as I wished she was looking at me with lust or something, I could tell it was just a sense of morbid curiosity.

She liked the violent side of me.

Someone shouted from the door and I flicked my gaze over to find Skeeter shoving past some of the guys, making me wonder how much time had passed since he’d sent Rory here.

We’d talked for a while in the loft and I always lost track of time when beating the life out of someone.

Could have been punching the guy’s corpse for over an hour for all I knew.

Hunter muttered under his breath before walking in Skeeter’s direction to defuse the tension among the guys, and Rory continued to eye me.

“Are you good?” she asked me, dropping her attention to my busted knuckles.

“This is just a typical Saturday night, baby,” I smirked, shifting my attention to Skeeter as he appeared at the gate to the cage. “I really don’t want to fight you tonight, man.”

“I’m not here to fight you, dickhead,” he grunted, taking Rory’s arm and gently tugging her back towards him. “The guys have it handled. I’ll get you to my place.”

“Hold up, she was just about to clean my hands,” I taunted, earning a death glare in return from him.

“What the fuck are they even doing here?” Bobby snapped, motioning to Skeeter and Rory. Skeeter looked ready to snap his neck, but Hunter chuckled.

“We’re building bridges, boys.”