Fight For Her (Devil's Right Hand MC #2)

Chapter 6

Brenna's POV

As I descend the step ladder that leads to the underground fighting ring, nervousness settles in my stomach. For some reason, I have a bad feeling that manifests as a weight in my stomach. I don't get these very often, but since I became a mother, it's like I can sense danger.

Maybe the only danger I'll be in tonight is seeing Driver, and well, that's dangerous enough.

I pride myself on keeping a calm head in an emergency. Even if I decide to beat the shit out of someone, I come to that decision calmly and rationally, but I don't think when it comes to him, I only act. Looking back, I have no idea why I confronted him yesterday, but I know it shifted something for both of us.

For him, yesterday's events showed that I deserved his respect, and once again proved my fighting skills. However, in my mind, it only confused things more.

Maybe it actually cleared things up. Maybe I am slowly meeting the real Driver, and I can't say that I like this side of him.

"Shorty!" Smoke greets me as I make my way over to the benches.

"Hi," I smile as I begin tying my hair up. Since the last incident, I've started putting my hair in a bun at the top of my head and using almost a whole can of gel each time so it holds better. Despite the new rule, I don't want anything like that to happen again.

"You always come in right when the fight starts," he observes. I'm never late, but I am never early. I always put Hazel to bed before I leave and it's about a 20-minute commute from my apartment so I make it right at 9pm.

"On time doesn't mean late," I reply as I begin getting ready.

"Yeah, but that means I don't get to talk to you very much," he says with a charming smile.

Okay, this came out of nowhere. How do I even respond to this? I mean, he's very hot, and he's very single, and he looks like a good fuck. So maybe? But then there's the problem that I can never fully be with a person because I can never expose Hazel to them.

That doesn't mean I can't have fun, though.

"My schedule is a little tight, you'll have to take what you can get," I laugh, a little flirting never hurt anyone.

"Maybe you can come to the clubhouse after the fight? You'd love the rest of the club."

"I can't tonight," I reply. Brody is picking up an overnight shift so I have to be home by midnight.

"What you got a man to go home to?"

What the fuck is it with these damn bikers asking if I have a man? It's like they'll only stop flirting with me if they know I already have a boyfriend. I know it's not how they mean to come off, but it almost seems like touching another guy's 'property' holds more ground than a woman just saying no.

"Nope," I answer simply.

"How about next week then?" he asks.

"I might be able to make that work," I smile in return.

Throughout our conversation, my mind keeps wandering back to Driver for no reason. I know I don't owe him anything, but the thought of him seeing me with one of his club brothers makes the knot in my stomach tighten.

He doesn't care about you, Brenna. He wouldn't care who you fucked, I try to remind myself. This man has no control over me, so even if it upsets him, he has no say in what I do outside of that ring.

"You ready, Shorty," Mikey asks as he walks up with Bullet, Axe, Gunner, and Driver.

"You know it," I reply as I take my street clothes off. I hate that I have to practically undress in front of them, but my outfit underneath always covers everything as it's a sports bra and shorts.