Holding Mia (Rockers' Legacy Book 1)

Putting his hand on my back, he guided me through the crowd that had now begun to scream. Apparently the first fighter was already out.

“Is Barrick fighting?” I wasn’t sure I could stomach watching him fight again.

“No. He’s the ref tonight,” he answered distractedly as we moved toward a roped-off area close to the cage.

“Really? I didn’t know he did that too.”

Braxton shrugged. “Sometimes they have to get another fighter to ref if the official doesn’t feel safe in the cage.”

“And the official doesn’t with tonight’s match?”

“Definitely not,” was all he said as he lifted the rope and waited for both Lyla and me to take our places.

I looked at the metal cage, and my gaze latched on to Barrick, who was already standing there grinning at me. I waved and he winked, making my heart do this crazy little jump in my chest.

I hadn’t seen him since he’d dropped me off Wednesday night, but he’d texted me the night before and earlier in the day. He hadn’t mentioned an Underground match tonight, though, making me wonder if these fights weren’t announced until the last minute.

Dressed in tight workout shorts and a black-and-white striped referee shirt, he looked massive up there compared to the fighter behind him. The other guy was leaner, but not by much, and maybe an inch or so shorter. I barely noticed him, though, as Barrick flashed me that damn dimple, making me forget about anything but him.

“And now…” The announcer’s voice filled the entire building, stopping all chatter as every eye was suddenly on the spotlight shining on the door I assumed led to a locker room. “The man we’ve all been waiting to see pulverize tonight. Howl-errr.”

The crowd actually started howling as one, like a pack of wolves in sync with one another. Beside me, Lyla was the loudest of them all, grinning, her eyes shining with pride as Howler came out.

Wearing only a pair of workout shorts that were molded to his thighs and hips, no shirt, and his knuckles taped, he looked like some blond fighting god. His face was impassive as he walked through the parted crowd, his eyes narrowed on his opponent in the ring.

“Don’t freak out, okay?” Braxton urged close to my ear. “If you get scared or anything upsets you, let me know. I’ll get you out of here.”

I didn’t understand what could be so upsetting, but I nodded. The only reason the last fight had been so hard to watch was because it had been Barrick getting pounding on.

The cage door opened, Howler stepped inside, and it became obvious why an actual official would be worried about their safety with the two fighters currently in the ring.

Barrick grabbed Howler around the waist, holding him back when he would have attacked the other guy, who was already running his mouth. Slinging him back with force, Barrick stayed between them, putting his hands out to warn them to keep back.

“This will stay a clean fight, or I’ll beat the fuck out of you both,” he snarled at them. “Do I make myself clear?”

The two men nodded, but I wondered how long they would follow the rules.

Barely two minutes in and both fighters were bleeding. The longer the match went on, the bloodier it got, and while I was having trouble watching, Lyla couldn’t take her eyes off Howler.

The other fighter, Chains, went to sucker-punch Howler, but he ducked at the last minute. The blow landed on Barrick, and he stumbled back. I gasped when I saw his mouth was bleeding.

“He’s okay,” Braxton soothed. “Nothing he can’t handle.”

I only nodded, my eyes glued to Barrick, unable to look away as he shoved Chains back, yelling at him to keep it clean.

For the next half hour, things only escalated more and more. There was no bell to ring to announce the end of each round because there were none. I didn’t understand the rules, but it was exhausting to watch two people beat the hell out of each other.

“Howler, knock his ass out, or I’m never going to talk to you again!” Lyla shouted when the two were pounding on each other close to our side of the cage.

His dark-blond head snapped up, his eyes going straight to her like he had some radar that told him exactly where she was. Something passed over his bloodied face, and he gave a single, firm nod.

“Knock him out, or kill him?” Braxton grunted at his cousin.

She shrugged without concern. “I don’t really care one way or the other. I fucking hate Chains.”

It took another few minutes, but then Chains was on the floor of the cage, knocked out cold. Barrick rushed to check the guy, making sure he was only unconscious and not actually dead as I feared.

A count of ten and then the announcer was proclaiming Howler the winner, while Barrick held his arm in the air.