Saving Mira-Jean (Hiatus)

Chapter 5

Rex was the quarterback in high school so he was always in top physical shape. Now that he was an underground fighter, he was huge, a force of six foot plus muscle to be reckoned with. His blonde hair was cut short and he let out a grunt as the bell rang, immediately pounding his opponent to a pulp.

Rex and Mira were both blessed with a mixture of their parents blue-green and brown eyes but their hazel eyes were totally different. While Mira's were filled with a piercing emptiness, Rex's eyes were ablaze with rage and anger. Within two minutes flat, the poor guy lay on the mat, unconscious and bleeding. Cheers filled the basement as the bell rang out as the loser was dragged off the ring and hopefully, was receiving medical attention.

Rex had either taught or perfected Mira's stone face as the announcer raised his arm in victory. The crowd chanted his name as he stepped out of the ring. I turned around, pulling my hood up more. I had seen enough and it was high time to get out of here.

"Aye you!" I froze as someone grabbed my shoulder. I turned around slowly to see the guy I had given my money to.

"Glad I caught ya," he handed me a wad of cash. "$1200 is all yours man."

I swallowed lightly. I was now in possession of over a grand because Rex nearly killed a guy. The thought made my stomach churn. I was aware that the guy hadn't moved from in front of me and was watching me a little bit too uncomfortably.

I cleared my throat. "Thanks." I turned around to head out.

"Not so fast," the man grabbed my shoulder forcefully, wrenching it back. "I've never seen you around here before." He pulled back my hood. "You're too clean to be from around her."

"Do we have a problem here?"

Every man around us fell silent at the smooth, snake-like voice. I looked up at the pale man, covered head to toe in tattoos with hair slicked back, decked in a tacky silver suit that looked like it belonged in the 80s. He smiled and I swear all the gold in the world was in his teeth. Two men stood behind him, over six feet tall and armed with machine guns. There was no doubting who he was.

Vincent Reyes.

The man who had Mira's parents killed.

He lit a cigarette and took a leisurely drag from it. "Well, is there?"

"I've never seen this guy before Boss," the grip on my arm tightened. I glared at him, clenching my free arm ready to punch him.

Reyes stepped closer to me. He had an air of a lunatic on drugs and I could smell the beer and tobacco on him. He examined me from head to toe. He leaned in closer, this man had no regard for personal space and I tensed as he sniffed me.

"What hell hole did you crawl out of?"

"The same one your mother did." I spat at him.

"Ooohhhh, pretty boy has a smart mouth. I like it." Reyes slunk up to me and I met his stare. "I could kill you right now if I wanted to but I like to watch people like you suffer."

"You're going to need to find who I am to do that," I replied calmly.

"Excellent point." He clapped his hands and turned to his guards. "Fetch MJ for me please."