Wrath (Dirty Soul MC: Long Beach #2)

Chapter 31

“ A re you nervous?” I almost jump outta my skin when Eden slides up behind me and joins me in the shower.

“Nervous about what?” I spin around and drag her under the water. Soaking her long, brown hair under the spray.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the huge tournament you're competing in later?” She smiles, taking the soap bar from the tray and lathering it up in her hands.

“Not at all,” I lie, watching her hands splay out over my chest as she cleanses my body. “Whatcha tryin’ to do, Eden?” I ask, knowing exactly what game she’s playing. I also know that this can’t lead anywhere, not now that I’m so close to the fight.

“Well, you told me you need to take some frustration into the ring in order to win…” She lowers her hands over my stomach and wraps one of them around my dick, and I have to reach over her head and steady my arm on the wall to keep me fuckin’ grounded.

“I can’t wait till this fight is over,” she whispers in my ear, sliding my cock through her palm, so delicately that it makes me wanna smash her against the tiles and slide it up inside her. Holding back has been a real challenge, my balls have never felt so fuckin’ heavy, and I swear when this fight is over she’s not gonna know what fuckin’ hit her.

“You really think teasin’ me is gonna help?” I look down and watch her slippery, soapsudded hand as it works me.

“I’m just doing what I can.” She shrugs, looking up at me through her lashes and playing innocent.

“When did you suddenly become okay with all this?” I gotta question her sudden change in opinion, up to now all she’s done is try to talk me outta the tournament.

“I figure there's no way I’m gonna change your mind, so the best I can do is support you.” She looks so sincere and I lean forward to kiss her because she really is the most incredible person I’ve ever met. Her life has fallen apart, she’s suffered so much, and yet she still wakes up each day and tries to make it better than the one before. She’s always going outta her way to help other people, and right now, despite being worried about how this tournament is gonna pan out, she wants me to know she’s got my back.

“You wanna use it and make yourself come?” I take my cock in my hand and trace the tip of it across her stomach, and when she rests her shoulders back against the wall and nods her head, I guide it lower and stroke it between her pussy lips. “I love the noises you make when you come,” I tell her, circling her clit with the head of my cock and coaxing a little moan from her. “I love the way your belly tenses up, and your thighs shake.” I kiss her again and slide myself over her sensitive flesh. “I love how warm and fuckin’ tight your pussy is. And I fuckin’ love that you belong to me.” I grip her hair and tug just enough to make her gasp.

“And I love how it feels when your cock’s inside me.” She stretches up on her tiptoes and balances her arms around my neck.

“I can’t, not this close to the fight, but once it’s over…”

She moans some more when I find her sweet spot and tap it with my cock.

“I’m holding you to that promise, Aaron Adams.” She can barely put her words together as my shaft slides between pussy lips. We’re both soaked wet, our bodies slipping against each other as the pleasure inside her starts to build. It would be so fuckin’ easy to push inside her and feel that perfect, tight pussy squeeze around me, but this is exactly what I need. I can use all this pent-up frustration as fuel.

“Aaron, I’m gonna come.” Her hands pull at my hair as she starts to thrust her hips against mine, desperate for more. I give my girl a little of what she needs, pressing my cock tight against her clit and feeling it pulse.

“That’s right, come for me.” I hold her steady and watch her let it all out. For these few moments her mind is free, she has nothing to worry about and no past that haunts her. I like that I can give her that. She sighs so sweetly as she starts to come down from her high and I grip her soaked-wet hair and kiss the hell outta her lips.

“Aaron,” she says breathlessly.

“Yeah, darlin’?”

“You better fucking win that fight.” Her lips break into a smile that makes us both laugh.

“So, what time should I get there?” she asks as I’m tying up my boots, ready to leave.

“Get where?” I frown back at her in confusion, she knows it’s not safe to leave the compound, we’ve spoken about that enough times.

“To the fight, where else would I be going?” She places down her pencil and laughs.

“The fight…? Eden, there's no way you're comin’ to the fight.” Now it’s my turn to laugh.

“Aaron, there's no way I’m not gonna be there.” She shakes her head and stands up. “You’re fighting to get my business back. I know we’re not supposed to leave the club but this is different, and there will be plenty of members there to keep me safe.”

“Eden, nothin’ about an illegal fight is fuckin’ safe. The people there to fight, and the ones who spectate, are dangerous.”

“So, what am I supposed to do, sit here twiddling my thumbs and worry about what's happening to you?” I can see she’s angry and understand why, but it doesn’t change anything.

“I won’t be able to focus if you're there. I’ll be too worried about ya, at least if you're here I’ll know you're safe. I can make sure you get regular updates, but you just can’t be there.” I step over to her and pull her close to me. “Please, don’t fight me on this,” I beg because the last thing I wanna do is leave on an argument. I've only got three hours before we have to be at the old factory where the tournament’s taking place. I need a clear head for what I’ve got coming.

“Please?” I ask again when she shows no sign of letting up.

“Fine.” She looks pissed as she huffs out a frustrated sigh. “I’ll see if Peyton and Alicia wanna hang out. I’m gonna need something to distract me.”.

“I know it’s not what you want, but it’s how it’s got to be.” I hook my finger under her chin and force her head up so I can kiss her before I leave.

“Do you really have to go now?” she asks, the worry in her eyes is crippling, she really doesn’t want me to go through with this.

“I need to work on a few things before we show up. But don't worry, I’m gonna win this thing,” I promise, looking deep into her pretty, blue eyes, and trying to convince her with a smile.

“I know you are.” Tears fill them all the way up as she bravely smiles back at me, proving she can’t stay mad at me for long. After kissing her lips one more time, I lift my cut and training bag from the bed and head out the door.

“You ready for this?” Ruckus is trying real hard not to look nervous when me and Raze show up at the old factory. The place is already crowded, and my own nerves are starting to kick in. I’ve never been anxious before a fight, but then, no fight has ever mattered as much as this one.

“Did Freddie show?” Raze looks serious as he searches the room.

“Yep, and he’s every bit as sure of himself as I remember. I can’t wait for you to sit him the fuck down.” Ruck seems as tense as I am, probably itching to get in the ring himself.

“Fuck, what’s he doin’ here?” I gesture my head toward Burlusconi when I see him making his way over to us.

“I heard you were fighting.” His eyes remain on me as he shakes hands with Raze.

“Yeah, and I’m ready for it,” I assure him as I lean down to sign the competitor's log before I take his hand and shake it.

“I’ve got a lot of money on you.”

“Then you're backin’ the right guy.” Ruckus kneads my shoulders as if he’s trying to get me motivated. He doesn’t need to, my adrenaline is already pumping. I’m just about ready for fuckin’ anythin’.

“We should get through to the back.” Raze tips his chin at me before looking back to Burlusconi. “Make sure ya get a good position around the ring, my boy here's gonna put on a fuckin’ show.” He slaps me hard on the chest before leading us toward the black curtain they’ve put up for the fighters to prepare behind.

Once we're on the other side of it I start eyeing my competition. Up to now, we’ve only been able to make assumptions on who would be competing, but now shit’s gettin’ real.

“Over here.” Raze leads me over to one of the benches and forces me to sit. “I don’t want ya payin’ no one back here no mind. You stay focused on me, ya hear?”

I look up at him and nod back.

“You got this, I saw some of the names on that list, and you're gonna kick the fuckin’ ass outta ‘em without breakin’ into a sweat.”

I nod my head some more because, right now, it's about all I can do. Being here and seeing how big this place is, is making me start to doubt myself, and I can’t fuckin’ let that happen.

Raze’s cell starts vibrating inside his cut, but he ignores it and gives me all his attention.

“You should get that, it might be important.”

“Nothin’ right now is more important than this.” He shakes his head.

“C’mon, I’m good, just check it ain’t Peyton or Eden,” I tell him, opening up my kit bag and taking out my sweats.

It’s fuckin’ Errol.” Raze stares at his screen looking confused.

“Errol from Kinks?” I frown back at him, as I hang up my cut and strip outta my shirt.

Errol was a good friend of Davy’s before he died, he owns a whorehouse a few miles away from the club and is one of the rare ones who treats his girls right. He’s been having some trouble lately, and Raze said the club would help out if he needed it.

“He probably needs some help shiftin’ out some drunk asshole.” Raze is debating if he should take the call or not.

“We got anyone to spare?” I check, knowing that most of our members are heading here to support me.

“Let’s see, I got Rocco, Vike and Saul at the club watchin’ the girls. We need Ruckus and Dev here, in case things go south and the fight makes it out the ring. I could send Sasquatch, Saint or Tawk but they ain’t gonna be happy about missin’ out on this.” He strokes his hand through his stubble while he contemplates.

“You're a man of your word, Raze, and ya promised him you’d help if he needed it,” I point out; Errol’s getting old, he needs all the help he can get.

“Fine.” Raze looks defeated as he presses the phone to his ear and answers.

I continue getting ready, slipping outta my jeans and replacing them with my sweats, and when I turn around and see the look on Raze’s face I gotta question what Errol’s asking of him.

“You gotta be kiddin’?” Raze shakes his head and when his eyes look up at me, they look stunned.. “Yeah, I fuckin’ hear ya, and we’ll be right there,” he promises before hanging up.

“What was that about?” I slide my hair back and tie it up.

“You ain’t gonna fuckin’ believe this.” Raze still hasn't come to terms with whatever he’s just heard.

“Hit me.”

“Put ya cut back on we’re leavin’.” He reaches for the hook and takes it off for me.

“What d’ya mean, we’re leavin’?” I laugh because this has to be some kinda joke.

“Your dad just walked to Kinks, asked for a room and a girl, and that's where he is right now. Alone. We’ve fuckin’ got him, Wrath.”

I feel the smile drop from my face, instantly.

“Come on, whatcha waitin’ for? This is fuckin’ it, Wrath. We got him.” Raze is actin’ like he don’t quite believe it himself.

I go to slide my cut back over my shoulders, as my heart pumps all that adrenaline I’ve been building, around my body. This really is it, the moment I've been waiting for ever since I left. Cliff is here in town, without anyone to protect him, and it’s time for him to meet his maker.

Raze starts heading toward the curtain and just as I go to follow after him, my mind goes to Eden and my feet stop moving.

“What's holdin’ ya up? Let’s go.” Raze is holding back the curtain, waiting for me.

“I can’t.” I shake my head. If I leave here, I’m letting Eden down all over again.

“Wrath…” Raze drops the curtain and comes back at me. “This is it. We know where he is, it’s time for you to make him pay. Jesus…This is what you’ve been fuckin’ livin’ for.” He grabs my shoulders and tries to shake some sense into me.

“But it ain’t what I’m livin’ for, anymore.” I look up at him and see his eyes stretch open in shock. “Raze, I got a chance to give Eden the life she deserves, if I don’t enter this tournament and win that money, she has to give up on somethin’ she worked real fuckin’ hard for,” I remind him how important all this is. He should know, he’s her fuckin’ brother.

“I get that, but Wrath, I don’t know when we’re gonna get an opportunity like this again.” Raze shakes his head, looking at me as if I’m crazy. “I can’t let it pass, we got too much ridin’ on this, too many people we need to protect. If you don’t take this opportunity, I’m gonna have to take it myself. Cliff needs to be ended.”

I say nothing, just nod my head back at him because everything he’s saying makes perfect sense. Cliff has to be stopped, he has to be killed, but I will not put a single thing before Eden’s future happiness.

“Go.” I flick my eyes toward the curtain. “Send Ruck back here, take the rest of the brothers with ya, and give him fuckin’ hell from both of us.” I hold out my hand, and when Raze slaps his into my palm, I pull him in close. “Just find out where Willow is.” I grit the words through my teeth.

“I’ll make him pay,” Raze promises before he pulls away and rushes off. I back myself up and take a seat on the bench again. Resting my elbows on my knees and psyching myself up for the fight. I can’t let Cliff get inside my head, right now. I can’t think about how I’ll miss out on making him suffer. My head has to be here, my eyes have to remain on the prize because losing ain’t a fuckin’ option. Especially not now.