Noah's Lifeline

Westwood Vs. Aguirre

Technically it's been a week right ? This chapter has been split in two so this will be part one of the night... trust it gets better ..
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Zahra's POV

Noah was born to be in the ring - there is really no other way to describe it. Anyone could tell just how much calculation he put into each move from the sidestep just the right moment to the repeated blows before his opponent could blink.

In fact, Tony Aguirre was beginning to get frustrated on the receiving end of Noah's blows as he spit a glob of blood in Noah's general direction. From my seat I could see he was now getting ready to go for blood, this had me clenching my armrest in fear because it was obvious how inflated Noah's ego was so early in the match.

As if sensing my apprehension , his eyes caught mine once again and they now held a unmistakable mischievous glint in them. Hardly breaking the stare, Noah merely sharply sidestepped Aguirre's right hook and mouthed something I could actually read this time.

Watch this

Yup, this man was definitely way too cocky for his own good.

Watch yourself  I mouthed back and grinned in satisfaction when he rolled his eyes, now sidestepping what should have been a crushing blow to his ribs. He was obviously showing off but I wonder who was there for him to be playing in up so much. I also wondered why the thought of that now sent sharp pains through my stomach.

His chest muscles ripped with each movement, the sweat mixing with blood that wasn't his as he moved around the ring ever so gracefully. Noah obviously has studied some great athletes and practiced in their image, an awesome athlete if I've ever seen one. There hadn't been a knock out yet and my stomach was fluttering at the probability of it being him, I hoped he would get it together and be serious.

A gentle had grabbed mine suddenly and I Iooked down, squeezing when I recognized it as Lauren's. She had a nervous glint in her eyes that her smile couldn't reach but forced one nonetheless. I looked over to see Naveen squeezing her dominant on the other side, he gave me a half smile and it was then I could tell they weren't all that certain about the probability either.

"OH SHIT!" A collection of curses hissed behind me turning those flutters into somersaults at the very pit of my stomach. My body was on autopilot now as my hand shot down from Lauren's grip to grab the railing in front of us. From there I stood up to search for him, blanching when I saw how Aguirre had him pinned like the pretzel I had last night.

Noah's face contorted in pain as his chest heaved unevenly. Centimeters away I could see the smug glint in Aguirre's face from here, he was getting off on Noah's obvious pain and it was disgusting to digest.

I'd heard some murmurs  in the crowd that this Tony Aguirre guy had some deep harbored anger for Noah inside the ring but I don't know what could be worth putting him in this position- literally.

I don't want to see him like this, it feels wrong and completely opposite of the Noah I've gotten to know so far and I hate it. Get up , Noah I pleaded internally. His body was in danger of injury and if he didn't get up soon I'd have to leave, this was physically painful to bear. I turned away from the sight and avoided Lauren's gaze. I needed to find my purse and prepare for the worst.

Just as spotted the measly handbag the count got to six and my attention zeroed in on Noah's muscles rippling once again, now in sheer rage. I could almost feel the built up tension coming off him in waves and the hairs on my arm raised in agreement. I was mesmerized as I watched him dig deep in real time and shift his upper body to crush his opponents, and then it happened.

That sickening crack I thought I'd hear from Noah instead came from Aguirre's non dominant shoulder. I felt Lauren regrip my hand but my mouth was agape at the sight. Noah was peeling this guy back like a week old scab and seemed to be enjoying his pain just as much as Aguirre had seconds before. I could tell by the way his eyes flickered from Aguirre's shoulder and the crowd.

I now felt even sicker to see how he'd finish this round. I was relieved he'd gotten back up but now I needed air. and air fast. The mercilessness he'd shown his opponent reminded me too much of someone I'd rather forget. I yelled something unintelligible to Lauren and Naveen about getting that much needed air and swiftly stood up.

Yet again my body couldn't get with the program as I felt myself turn back towards the ring. 

Fine

I attempted to rationalize my curiosity and pep talk myself  out of it to no avail. I gave in to my curiosity and faced the ring. Only to be rocked back from the rail at the sight that met me.

There was Noah fucking Westwood giving Aguirre the works. He was now covered in blood that I'm pretty sure didn't belong to him as he mimicked what my dad called the gazelle punch. Only Noah was executing it faster and more lethally as the blows seemed to turn Aguirre's muscle fibers inside out. The once proud fighter was now sporting splotchy abrasions and blackening bruises as he feebly tried to block those punches. The count began again but I blocked out all the noise in my shocked state.

It was useless really to be concerned at this point as Noah seemed to have him exactly where he wanted him, and he wasn't playing fair - that's for sure. Why was this still going on?

"Isn't that illegal?" I screamed over the deafening cheers of the crowd. Naveen answered me first with a shrug that made me visibly clench. His nonchalant view of the situation made my flesh crawl and now I was certain I had to get out of here.

With one last look down to the bloodied ring I inhaled sharply at seeing Noah already staring at me. His chest heaved in pride and those eyes stared inquisitively at my partially retreating figure. They hardened when he realized I wasn't sticking around to see the aftermath and his eyebrows furrowed in what I'd guess to be measured irritation. I needed to reevaluate my sanity because there was no way I should be finding this side of him attractive.

 Wasn't all the other parts enough?

Insanely enough, the whole crowd was eating him and this savage behavior up whereas I wanted to disappear through the floor beneath his stare that was getting unnerving. Inhaling once more, I nodded once in his direction and made a dash for the exit before Naveen or Lauren could stop me.

Wishing I'd ditched the neon and picked some flats I managed to make it five meters to that same women's bathroom before something yanked me sharply into the dark hallway. Against my better judgement, I held in my scream to assess the situation first. There were no windows in this particular hallway and I couldn't spot a camera for the life of me.

Next was to search for another exit or weapon, but the fear was crippling my ability to think straight. No luck and I was starting to hear footsteps approaching swiftly. My fight or flight was failing me now and I was just about to give up when I heard a buzz go off in the room. It sounded like a walkie talkie and from where I was standing, whoever was on the other end was furious.

"Ms. Joseph? I am your escort, I apologize for the roughness but your presence has been requested immediately ." a rough male voice apprehended me from the corner of said hallway. Before I could ask him to step out the shadows, he came with one arm up with the other showing the walkie talkie now.

I looked him up and down in masked disbelief. He obviously had the wrong person so I told him to which he laughed and went to pull something out of his chest pocket. My luck. It was a picture of me from my stupid anatomy lecture looking homeless from the worst off guard angle.

I looked up, cringing as I waited for another explanation.

"Mr. Westwood has requested your presence after the end of tonight's event. If you'd follow me, please, we cannot afford to be late." he broke into a knowing smile that brought those wretched butterflies back. It may be in my best interest to see this through, besides, who knew Noah Westwood had mob ties?

Westwood vs Aguirre was definitely an interesting end to an otherwise awful day, and I had a feeling it was going to get even more enthralling. Those hairs on my arm once again agreed completely.