Fight To The Death
Dashawn
My f*cker moved first. He had a wicked looking sickle, that sh*t would hurt if it got me. I stood still ås he lunged towards me. At the last minute, I blocked his arm with mine, and headbutted him. He staggered back, his nose bursting with blood. I heard the crack instantly and I smiled. He froze for a minute, his eyes widening. Lyla’s instructions, about using all my senses and using the feel of the surrounding air, had me moving swiftly like a deadly dance coming for my opponent. The d*ck blocked, he was good, but he wasn’t better than me. Around me, I kept my ears open, I could hear grunts, cracks, as bones broke, screams and yells. I could hear knives clashing and curses, under multiple people’s breaths. My focus,
however, was on the man in front of me.
I ducked as the guy jumped and kicked. They weren’t the bumbling fools we thought, or at least my guy wasn’t. His punches were quick, I took one to the eye and dodged at the last minute as his knife hand almost swiped across my side. If that hooked part got me, it would have taken a huge, possibly deadly, chunk out of me. And that pissed me off. I had a woman that needed me and I wanted to see my babies born. Five more times we exchanged blows. I took a shot to the ribs that stung, he took three to his, and I knew I at least cracked a few. I kicked low to sweep his legs. He jumped, to avoid it. I struck out with my fist, hitting him in the mouth, a tooth went flying and I chuckled. I ducked, and then side stepped, making him. stumble. I quickly followed with a punch to his back, making him almost fall to the ground. He was losing his temper and that’s what I wanted, because it was going to make him sloppy.
When he made his move, I was ready.
My man launched himself in the air and kicked out. Quickly, I put my knife blade between my teeth, caught his foot and thigh before it hit me, side stepped, and swung him around, and as he was falling to the ground, I leaped, took my knife out and we both landed at the same time. Him on his back and me on top of him with my knife in his chest right in his heart. I once
again smiled, as I watched the light leave his life.
Samantha
I was hyperventilating. Resa and Tally were trying to get me to calm down.
“Come on, Samantha, Dashawn can’t have you passing out right now. If you don’t calm down,
I’m taking you back to the SUV.”
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That threat worked, I didn’t want to miss this. I had to watch my man.
I gasped when the man almost got Dashawn with his curved knife. They traded blows for a
minute, and dodged each other’s swipes. His man was a good fighter. Looking at the others,
all of them were. They didn’t look as trained as ours, but they kept their own.
“They’re pretty good,” Lyla mumbled.
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That had my heart racing even faster. Kong, every once in a while, would try to lunge every time Dashawn’s guy got close to him. A couple of times I had to calm him down. Even Lyla
had to bark out a command once to him the last time he lunged. I finally calmed enough to
crouch and put my arms around him. His canine body was shaking as much as mine.
A cheer went out as we all watched Dashawn finally take his man out. I sobbed into Kong’s coat. My man was okay. I focused on the others. Demon and Ice were next to each other, and it looked like their opponents were identical twins. That had to be hard for them, because those f*ckers kept crossing over each other. I’m sure to try and confuse Ice and Demon. Icel was surprised to see was knifeless. I looked around and didn’t see any knives on the ground, then my eyes zeroed in on his sheath. He had it in there. What was he thinking? He and his opponent threw punches and kicks rapidly at each other. They both had smiles on their faces. My eyes snapped to Demon and I gasped. He picked his guy up by his throat, his guy stabbed him in the shoulder, and Demon didn’t even flinch. Demon slammed his guy on the ground and pounded him twice in his face, before being kneed in the side. He grunted and fell to the side. The guy pulled his knife out, making Demon roar. The a*shole got to his feet swiftly and went in for the kill. He flew at Demon before he could get to his feet. I almost screamed, but Demon brought his large a*s foot up and kicked the guy over his head. Making the breath whoosh out of both me and Tally. I heard a loud crack, and looked at Ice. He was dropping his opponent to the ground after breaking his neck. I looked back at Demon, and holy sh*t | wish I hadn’t. He had gotten to his feet, put one boot on his guy’s ribs, grabbed his arm and yanked. His arm came out of his socket and ripped the f*ck off of his body. I gagged, as Lyla, Resa, Ciara, Tally, Kimber, and Tabi all whoo, f*cking hooed. Even Kong whipped back his head and howled. They’re all crazy. Demon finished his guy off by thunking his machete in his guy’s
side.
I gawked as Flip, literally flipped, all over the place. His guy couldn’t get a lock on him. Flip would make some awesome move close to his guy, hit him and flip away. And that’s how it went for a good three minutes before his last flip was over his opponent’s head, where he landed behind him, and stabbed him eight times in his lower back, where I guess the dude’s kidney was. Then Flip stepped to the edge of the circle on our side and stood waiting. I noticed Dashawn, Ice and Demon did too. Cueball got stabbed in his right pec where his guy’s
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knife got stuck, he then f*cking smiled, kicked his a*shole in the stomach, making him hunch forward. He pulled the knife out of his pec, took his knife in his other hand, lifted both arms and brought them down on both sides of his guy’s neck. He pulled them free, blood spurting
out of the wounds, the guy dropped forward dead.
I missed Pit’s kill, but I looked at his guy and he was on the ground bleeding from his
stomach.
Dice’s movements were fluid and swift, his knife arm slicing and sl*shing, left, right, up, and down. His guy was a bloody mess. I saw he had a wound in his upper thigh that was bleeding
pretty badly.
“FINISH HIM DICE!” Lyla and Ciara roared almost simultaneously. That’s when I noticed his smile and thought, this little sh*t was playing with him. Dice swung his arm left to right one last time across his opponent’s neck, his blood spurting out all over Dice, and Dice reveled in
- it.
“My big brother is just as f*cking bloodthirsty as Lyla and Narissa.”
“He’d make a great assassin if he’d give up the club life,” Lyla said.
“Will never happen. He wants to make Papa Butcher, Da and Papacito as proud as he can
make them.”
“Your father’s couldn’t be prouder of him and Papa B is proud of all of us,” Lyla said.
After watching Twist get a left and right punch to the face and a fist to the ribs that made me wince, but he just looked bored, he then just shoved his knife into this guy’s right eye, which
made almost everyone groan.
Shooter and Crush, I swear to God, coordinated their kills. Their punches were synchronized,
their opponent faces were swollen, and the finally both got close to us women, where they
turned their f*ckers towards Resa and Ciara, they blew kisses and sliced the throats of their
opponent’s throats right in front of us. Luckily, it was far away enough that no blood touched us. The roar that went through our people was deafening. I jumped up and down. They did it,
they all survived. My dream didn’t come true. I was sobbing with relief as I hugged Tally and
Resa hugged both of us.
Shouts got all of our attention, two men jumped out of the crowd across the way. Both started
to take guns out of their waist bands. Two things happened at once. I didn’t think and let go
of Kong. He raced across and, at a command from Lyla, leaped through the air and latched on
the wrist of one of the supposed gunmen. The second thing that happened was a knife
landed right between the eyes of the second supposed gunman. It was Lyla’s. Kong took his
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screaming man to the ground. Lyla shouted another command. Kong shifted and ripped the
man’s throat out. Then he sat perfectly still, eyes trained on his kill.
The crowd all gaped at what had just happened. Lyla patted Kong on the sides, retrieved her knife and wiped it on the body. The crowd parted as they walked off.
Later, clean up happened. Since our club was now the Mother Chapter, the other club was pronounced disbanded. Half the men that wanted to continue to be one percenters, immediately left, their cuts taken from them and orders for them to remove their tattoos were given, and they would be checked up on. We had all their names. Those that wanted change, helped clean up. All the other club’s prospects and there were a lot, joined our club. Some of the other club bikers joined us too, the rest decided they’d join another LOC chapter that kept
them close to Vegas. There was no more Vegas chapter.
Those that were from Vegas stayed at the clubhouse, Demon and Dice also decided to go to the Vegas clubhouse to go through papers. Dashawn said he was going too, and he wanted me and Kong to go with him. He said he needed me close right now. He had been covered in
blood, so he didn’t touch me. He had a bag in the SUV, so I rode with a prospect to the clubhouse. Dashawn was going to go through the club’s finances and he wanted my help.
There was a lot of work to do for the next couple of days.
