Undeniable

Chapter 8: Michael

I watched Deklyn and Kat leave the gym as Davian comes out of the shower area with bandages all over his face. I had to laugh to myself because this poor fast bastard got rocked by a tiny seventeen year old girl. His nose was already black and blue with dried crusted blood coming out of his nostrils. He didn't look very happy to see me.

"Michael, remind me to never say yes to another fight from you." Davian says handing me a stack of cash.

"I mean I'll try but you have to admit she's a fierce one." I chuckle.

"Beauty like a blossoming flower but tough like a rugged lion." He replies.

"I still have a lot to teach her. There's a lot of potential in her." I tell him.

"You are right but train her fast, she was easily able to get me down but I don't know how Rocky is going to react when he sees there's a new person on the market for this." Davian warns me. 

"Wait you don't mean Rocky Volkov do you?" I asked.

"That's exactly who I mean, why Michael?" He questioned back.

"N-no reason." I stuttered.

"Michael you look like you've just seen a ghost, are you alright?" He asks.

"I'm fine I'll catch up with you later." I say as I speed walk to the back of the building to my new office. I whip out my phone and call Deklyn. His phone rings several times but he doesn't pickup.

"God dammit he must still be with Kat." I disconnect the line as it reaches voicemail.

I dial Kat immediately. She picks up on the second ring.

"Kat I need you to come back now." I say with slight worry in my tone.

"We're still at McDonald's is everything okay?" She asks me.

"No Kat I need you back here now." I tell her trying to stay calm.

"Michael what's so urgent? You sound panicked." She questions.

"Just get back here now. I really mean it Kat." I reply hanging up the phone.

This is the worst news of the entire year. The son of the man who had her mother killed on the market for fighting. I unlock my computer and log onto the website for underground fights. Plastered right on the home page was Rocky's face in black and white. His last fight was in Santa Clarita, California. If he gets wind of Kat he'll come right here and do way more than just fight her. He's the same age as Kat but he's the son of a killer so I wouldn't be surprised if the apple didn't fall far from the tree. My leg starts to shake uncontrollably as I wait for Kat and Deklyn to get back. I've never experienced anxiousness this severe so I couldn't begin to imagine what Kat goes through. 

It's been nearly twenty minutes and they're still not back. I fast walked to the parking lot and began pacing outside, praying nothing happened to either of them. I heard tires squealing from around the corner then Deklyn's car appeared. His tires screeched again when he slide in the parking spot almost landing on the sidewalk. Deklyn and Kat both jumped out of the car quickly rushing over to me.

"Michael what in the hell?" She asks me throwing her arms up.

I wrap my arms around both of them letting out an exasperated sigh.

"Rocky Volkov." I say bluntly.

Kat's eyes widen in fear. I could see the tears starting to well up in her eyes and her drink falls out of her hands and crashes onto the floor.

We're in for a rude awakening.