Black Hearts

Chapter Eleven

Cece's POV

I stood there in shock as I saw a bulky man who looked similar to freakin' John Cena, and Jake on the other end of the cage, throwing their best punches.

The men that where on Jake's side of the cage, his crew, where cheering him on, while the men on the bulky man's side cheered him on too.

What in gods name was Jake doing!?

"Holy sh-" I mumbled until a man with loads of cash in his hand stomped on my foot, which was right next to my broken ankle. I flinched when the pain shot up my leg.

"Fuckin' douche!" I grumbled as I limped over to find a seat. When I found an rusty bench a couple of feet away from the cage, a crusty man in his 50's took the seat and gave me the stink eye.

Like I gave a fuck...

"I was gonna sit there." I flat out told him.

"Look, you're blockin' the view. Would you be a doll and get your pretty little ass out the way?" He told me with his deep New York accent. He was from deep in the city I could tell. "Oh, and while you're at it, get me another beer over there." He told me throwing his cup at me.

The 2 men behind him snickered and I felt my face burn up with anger. When I was about to walk away, he smacked my ass hard. As a reflex, I took my face and rammed it into his jaw with all my might.

The hit was so hard that it knocked one of his loose teeth out. Then men behind him started to cackle. I stood there as he spit out blood and slowly turned his head to glare at me. The cage bell rang, and I turned around to see the referee holding up Jake's arm in victory.

The crowd cheered and as I was about to walk away from the man, he stood up and punched my jaw with so much force I handed on the floor with a thud. I struggled to get up with all the people around but I managed to crawl to another bench and support myself with seat to stand up.

I sat on the bench and saw some of Jake's crew crowd over me to make sure I was okay. I was struggling but I managed to tell them to move their bodies.

Thats when I saw Jake uppercut the man that punched me. I saw blood drip from the mans' chin, and he looked like he was going to get knocked out. Punch after punch and plead after plead from the man, Jake didn't stop.

I was horrified.

He was going to kill him.

"Get her out of here!" One of Jake's men shouted and the rest of the crew dragged me out the room and into a semi-empty hallway.

"Where the hell are you taking me!?" I attempted to grit my teeth in anger as the two men held my elbows while another man was behind me as they guided me inside an empty locker room.

"Away." One of them answered.

"I wanna go back!" I shouted as I tried to free myself and look back where the fight was. I struggled from their tight grip and screamed as loud as I could, which hurt my throbbing jaw even more as I had to stop.

I was in a guy's locker room and they sat me down on a cold tile block. I looked at them with irritation and rubbed my jaw.

"I'm Don, and this is Tommy." The dirty blonde man with a slim nose who was in his 50's answered me as Tommy, who was around the same age but had slick black hair and a larger nose.

"That's Billy, my nephew." Don also said pointing to a guy who was in his late 20's and had the same features as Don.

"Hi." I said uninterested and kept rubbing my jaw and moving my broken ankle.