Breaking Hammer (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Inferno Motorcycle Club Book 3) (14 page)

As the man took another swing at him, Hammer latched onto his arm and pulled it straight, while throwing his free leg up and across the man's face.  Lightning-fast, he extended his torso, putting his opponent immediately on the defensive, and in obvious pain, as his frantic movements demonstrated.  His opponent grabbed his ankle and was able to duck under it, relieving the tension on his arm; and both men scrambled for an advantage, before breaking away from each other and returning to their feet.

There were no "boos" now.  The air was electric.  The crowd was on its feet, energized by the flurry of action, mesmerized as Hammer approached his opponent, feinting throwing a punch, only to turn his torso and quickly deliver a kick to the other man's thigh.  The slap of the strike could be heard even above the roar of the crowd.

Hammer's opponent immediately recoiled and stumbled backward
s as the crowd began chanting his name, encouraging him.  It seemed to give him a burst of energy, and he gestured at Hammer to come at him.

The two men circled, staring each other down like animals ready to fight over a kill.  One of Hammer's biker friends yelled from the side.  "Hey Hammer, kind of looks like Tink's long-lost brother, don't you think?"

I had no idea what their words meant, but it seemed to have an effect on Hammer, and I wasn't sure it was a good one.  He just stood there, frozen.

The man in
camouflage shorts sensed an opportunity, moving with lightning speed to deliver a knockout punch.  I held my breath, silently willing Hammer to move.

And then he did.

In a single fluid movement, he ducked the punch, dropped low, and was in mid-extension with a strike of his own.  His opponent's momentum carried him into the oncoming blow, and the impact was tremendous.  Striking him squarely in the sternum, Hammer stopped the man's movement immediately, driving him to his knee while the man fought desperately to get a breath of air.

Hammer delivered a knee to the man's face, knocking him to the floor in a shower of blood.  My heart pounded as I watched him straddle the man, delivering rapid
and vicious blows to his head.

The fighter on the floor lay still, motionless, and I wondered for a moment if he were dead. He was bloody, his face a mass of pulpy purple that I couldn't bear to look at.
 I felt my heart racing, beating wildly in my chest.  My hands were tight, clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palm.

I heard Aston yelling beside me.
 "Get the fuck up, Law!  Jesus Christ, you fucking pussy!"

Hammer stood up, and three men clad in leather were on him, pulling him out of the cage.  Then the announcer spoke.  "Your winner - the Inferno's very own Hammer!"

The roar of the crowd was deafening, but it was background noise to me as I watched Hammer exit the cage.  I was shaken by what I had just witnessed.  Hammer was clearly a rage-fueled animal, but I couldn’t help but wonder,
what the hell was a biker doing working some corporate casino job?  And fighting on the weekends?

The other fighter finally lay motionless on the ground.  A group of men surrounded him and placed him on a stretcher.  I was unsure whether his destination was the hospital or the morgue.

Aston was close to me, his grip tight on my arm.  "Fucking worthless piece of shit," he yelled, his face close to my ear, but I could barely hear him over the noise in the room.  "Just cost me eighty grand."

I didn't want to listen to Aston bitch about his loss of a bet.
 I didn't want to take my eyes off the biker.  "I'm sorry," I murmured to Aston as he gripped my arm tighter.  Then, my voice louder: "Who is he?"

"I don't fucking know," Aston said.
 "But I need to find out.  That guy is a fucking beast."

Yes,
I thought,
he certainly seems like one.

I didn't know what to make of the secret thrill I felt rush thr
ough my body at the memory of his touch.  Or of what I felt when the biker was led by a couple of guys from his biker club, clad in leather with the club emblem on the back.

A few feet away from me,
Hammer looked up, and his eyes met mine.

And time stood
still for a moment.

I didn't know what to make of the flush that came to my face, the way my heart leapt when I looked into his eyes.

ATTACHMENT

Whence she who saw me, clearly as myself,

To calm my troubled mind, before I ask'd,

Opened her lips, and gracious thus began.

~
Paradise, by Dante Alighieri, Canto I (Cary's translation)

Two of the brothers from the club held me, one on either side, gripping my arms, and I stumbled as they helped me out of the ring.  That asshole had gotten in a couple of good swings at me, and I was pretty sure my nose was broken.  I could feel blood dripping down my face, but I couldn't feel any pain.  All I could feel was the blood pumping in my ears, and the vague din of the crowd like they were at a distance.

I was exhausted, but felt more alive than I had in a long time, since back when I was a member of the Inferno MC - not in the later days, when Mad Dog's poison had begun to permeate everything in the club, but in the early, youthful days, when April and I were still in that heady newlywed phase and I'd just joined the club.
 Back then, everything was great.  Back in those days, life hadn't begun to wear me down.  Back then, Mad Dog had yet to take away everything I held most dear.

But right now?
 Now I felt the rush of adrenaline, that rush I'd glimpsed for the briefest of moments when I was exacting my vengeance on Tink.  It was the same feeling I'd had when I thrust my knife into Mad Dog and watched the life begin to drain from his eyes.  But both of those times, that feeling was extinguished quickly, blotted out by the reality of what I was doing-  taking my vengeance on the men responsible for April's death.  That knowledge was too weighty, too dark to allow me to feel much of anything other than rage.

But for the briefest of moments, I felt what I felt now, the sense of clarity, the feeling that everything in the entire world was falling into place, coming together exactly as it should be. All of my senses were heightened, sharpened by the thrill of the fight.
 In the middle of the ring, when my fist connected with the fighter's face over and over again, I felt lost in the moment, like there was nothing else but what I was doing right then that mattered.

I felt fucking powerful.

Fucking omnipotent.  Like a god.

I didn't feel pain, even though I knew I was hurt.
 Right now, I was invincible.  Nothing and no one could touch me.

As the brothers pulled me away from the ring, I looked up and my eyes met
hers
.  It took me a moment to recognize her, even though she stood out from the crowd like a sore thumb.  She definitely didn't belong here in this shitty warehouse, with that asshole, the one who had probably left the marks on her.

Even standing there in jeans and a plain shirt, she looked more regal than if she'd have been wearing an evening gown.
 She couldn't have blended in if she tried.  It was something about the way she stood there, tall, proud...haughty, I thought.  Like she was royalty.  Her long black hair swept over her shoulders in waves.  She was tiny, petite, but there was something about her presence that was larger than life.  
She could command a room,
I thought,
bring a man to his knees with a single glance.
 I knew it about her instantly.

The man beside her, a different one than I'd seen with her at the casino, put his hand on her arm and leaned in close to her, saying something in her ear.
 She didn't respond, and her eyes stayed focused on mine.

And then someone stepped between us, in my line of sight, and the moment was gone.
 The brothers were guiding me away from the crowd toward the back of the warehouse, a back room somewhere, and when I looked in her direction a few seconds later, she was talking to the man at her side.

As I walked away from her, I found myself unable to get her out of my head.

Those eyes.

And then, just like that, a flash of guilt.
 I had no business, thinking about her the way that I had.  Looking at her like that.  April was my wife.  She had my loyalty.  Forever.  It was part of who I was as a man.  I couldn’t escape it.

"Holy fuck, Hammer, that was some shit, man!"  Skunk slapped my back.  "I always knew you could throw down, but holy sweet Jesus, that was nuts!"