The Rook and the Raven (Jacob Frye x Male OC)

Part 5

Crowds parted as the four assassins strolled through the streets and smog of Whitechapel, stopping at the entrance of an underground club, a fight club. Jacob stood close to the door as the hatch slid open, a pair of dark eyes staring back, inspecting the group. Jacob mumbled a few words to the man on the other side, before the hatch closed and the door fully opened. The four assassins made their way into the dimly lit club, greeted instantly by Robert Topping.
"Ah! Lovely to see you all again!" He said, as he jumped from his chair, raising his hands in the air, before clasping them together. "Especially you m'lady." He tone lowered as he gazed at Evie, who looked at him with disgust, before walking away, as Jacob quickly slid into Evie's place and took Roberts comment for himself. The group made their way through the crowds to watch the next tournament take place, as Topping took his place on the stage.
"Think I'm gonna take part in this one." Jacob said with a wink to Dorian, patting him on the shoulder, before shrugging off his coats and shirt, leaving them in a pile on the floor, much to his sisters displeasure. He grabbed a roll of bandages and began wrapping his hands as the other men in the ring got themselves fired up. As Topping rang the bell to signal the start of the round, all hell broke loose, a flurry of fists and kicks between the fighters, it was hard to tell who's who. The round ended with Jacob as the last man standing, as he kicked a man to the floor and snapped his arm the wrong way behind his back. The next few rounds had a similar outcome, and it was becoming clear that this wasn't even much of a challenge to Jacob anymore, taking down his opponents with casual ease.
"Who's next to take on this beast!?" Topping called out to the excited crowd, however no one wanted to take on Jacob, especially after all the broken bones they had seen in the span of half an hour. Jacob looked around the crowd and made eye contact with Dorian, beckoning him into the ring with a smirk. Dorian returned the smirk, taking his own coat and shirt off, shoving them into Henry's arms, and wrapping his own hands up.
"Promise you won't send me back with a broken arm?" He asked as Jacob approached. The other man pondered on it for a moment before answering.
"Hmm, I guess I can try." He teased, before taking a few steps back.
"Ladies and gentleman! It's a one on one fight between two of London's most deadly men! Place your bets now!" Topping called out, as people handed in fistfuls of money with their chosen fighter. The bell rang out, and Jacob charged toward Dorian, fist flying to throw the first punch. Dorian quickly skidded out of the way and as Jacob flew past, he kicked a leg out, making him trip and fall face first into the floor. He quickly recovered, wiping the dirt off his face before trying again. He charged once more, and as Dorian was about to side step again, he was grabbed by the arm, a fist flying towards his face. He didn't have time to react, taking the full force of the punch and leaving him in a daze. Jacob took his chance whilst the other man was dazed briefly, punching him in the stomach and kicking his legs out from under him. Dorian regained his consciousness, realising he was now on the floor, with Jacob towering over him. Placing his hands over his shoulders, he lifted his legs up and wrapped them round Jacobs waist, pulling himself up and punching him in the face as he came up. Jacob stumbled back and Dorian jumped off, then ran up and tried to throw one more punch, but Jacob had caught his fist in his own, clenching down, and used his free hand to wrap around Dorians throat and lifted him up, his toes barely scraping the ground. It felt like time stopped in that moment, as Dorian gasped at the hand tightening around his throat, letting his guard down completely. His mind instantly switching to the idea of Jacob doing this to him back in the privacy of their train carriage, lips inches apart. He was brought back to reality as the hand left him and he was thrown to the ground, the crowd cheering wildly around him, as he focused on regaining his breath and bringing his face back to its normal ghostly pale, and not the bright red tomato he currently looked.
"Good fight, hope I didn't break anything important."
Dorian looked up to the warm hazel eyes gazing down at him, with a hand outstretched to help him up. As he was pulled up, Jacob pulled him closer to whisper in his ear.
"Didn't know you were into that sort of thing." He purred, with a slight tease to his voice, as he pulled away and winked.
"What a fight that was ladies and gentlemen! Any last victims to our champion?" Topping called out to the crowd. Jacob looked around with a smug grin on his face, as no one else dared to take him on.
"I do."
The crowd turned and went silent as Evie climbed gracefully into the ring towards her brother. Jacob turned and his face dropped as he saw her strutting in. Dorian climbed out and took his place next to Henry, who had all the coats and shirted piled in his arms now, taking his own clothes back.
The bell rang out.
It was over in seconds.
"Ladies and gentlemen! We have a new champion!" Yelled Topping, best he could over the cheering and screaming of the crowd, as he grabbed Evie's hand and lifted it into the air.
"How badly do you think she damaged his ego?" Asked Henry.
"Enough to make a dent in it." Dorian replied, raising his eyebrows slightly, as he watched Jacob roll on the floor in pain.