KISS MY ASS: The Damned Crew Book 1

by M. G Rayne

  “Fight.” Game on bitch. Viper charges forward trying to use speed on his side. I step out of his left jab and he falls face first onto the cage. His nostrils flare, I can’t help the chuckle that happens at his reaction. Charging at me again, I laugh at the stupidity of this. I keep the game of cat and mouse up for five more minutes.

  “You’re dead, bitch,” he screams at me. I’m grinning like I have won the lottery, then I smirk at him.

  He charges again. Fuck this shit. I set my stance and wait. ‘Thump’ With an uppercut to his bottom jaw, he lifts off his feet before landing flat on his back, out cold.

  “Your winner ladies and gentlemen. The Reaper!” The announcer screams my victory through the microphone. The crowd goes wild. My brain is in a haze from the atmosphere, it is nothing like the fights I am used to. Lights blaze down from the ceiling, which are blinding. The spectators are sitting around massive circular tables while drinking champagne. But the cage is what I would have expected, just as grim and dirty as the one from the warehouse. Stepping down the steps, Kane and Marcus walk just behind on either side of me, all the way back to the changing room. As I get there, Liam is blocking my path.

  “Nice fight. At least that is something you’re good at.” With a wink, he wanders off in the direction of the cage.

  Kane.

  “Sorry, Man.” Ivan blocks my way at the door to the changing rooms.

  “What the fuck, Man? I want to be with my girl.” Who does this fuckface really think he is, blocking my path? Pretty Bird shocked the whole audience out there putting Viper on his ass like that. The training with Ivan and Mateo has been brutal, but seeing her out there... fucking hell, she was dangerous before. Now she is downright lethal and she is all mine. I can’t wait until tonight is over so I can get her home. We haven't had much time to spend together. I am dying to get my hands on her.

  “Let her chill out before the next round, Man. If she gets through that I will let you in.”

  “What do you mean if she makes it?” Is he starting to second guess her? I can’t believe this piece of shit.

  “You’ll see. She will need you if she makes the final.” What the fuck have they organized for the final?

  Unease settles in my stomach. I have a bad feeling about this. But if we pull her out now, the shit with De’Marco will escalate. Since he watched a training session between the guys and Pretty Bird, he backed off.

  “I don’t like this, Marcus.” Looking at my brother, I see he has a scowl on his face.

  “Me either, bro. We will deal with whatever it is.”

  Heading back out to our table since we can’t be in the changing room with Pretty Bird, we watch the next round. The guys in this match up are almost as tall as me and my brothers. The fight lasts longer than Reika’s did but the winner is The Deviant. He’s good. With a smug look at his opponent who has blood pouring out of his nose and mouth, he makes his way out of the cage. Instead of heading to the changing rooms like normal fighters do, he heads toward our table. The smirk which was on his face when he left the cage, is replaced by a stone-cold expression. Pulling the seat out across from me, he sits down like we are old friends.

  “Your girlfriend is dead, Soulless. Get ready to pick her flowers out.” Lunging across the table, I grip his neck and pull him over the table. Marcus tears me away from the bastard who is now on the floor laughing his ass off.

  “Calm down, Kane. Fucking hell.” Spinning so I am face to face with my brother, my whole body is vibrating with anger at his words.

  “Calm down or get out.” Marcus says to me in a hushed tone. I know what he is saying is right, but having to see all the shit that is going down. That bastard saying that, has just pushed my unease over the top.

  “Kane, can you hear me?” His words are muffled to my ears. I can see he is talking to me but I can’t hear what he is saying. He waves to one of the guys we brought with us.

  “Get him outta here. I’ll call you when to bring him back.” My body won’t move, I can’t tell him to fuck off because it feels like my mouth has been wired shut.

  “I’ve got her, Bro. Be ready to celebrate.”

  With that, the guy and a couple of others drag me out of the arena, toward the car.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Marcus

  Should have known it wouldn’t take long for him to lose his shit. All it took was a waste-of-space fighter pushing his damn buttons. We knew this was gonna happen, the men of this world don’t take kindly to a woman that can do things better than them. Liam is AWOL. I don’t have a clue what is wrong with him at the moment but the tension between him and Hellion is off the charts. Thank God he came tonight to show a united front to all the other crews. If they had so much as seen a blip in our armour they would pounce.

  “Now, ladies and gentlemen. The semi-finals last match up. The Reaper verses The Destroyer.”

  How the fuck did I miss the last round for fuck’s sake? I need to start paying attention or Kane will fucking gut me. I spot her looking around the tables for us. When her eyes land on our table, she looks worried that Kane isn’t sitting here with me. Quickly giving her a thumbs up to let her know everything is ok, the tension leaves her body. I fire off a quick message to Kane letting him know she’s up and I will keep him updated. I watch intently as they size each other up in the ring. To be honest, I’m glad Kane isn’t here because he would be having a seizure at the size difference between these two. But Hellion isn’t fazed.

  Kane:

  Please tell me she is ok?

  Bro, they haven’t even started yet.

  Kane:

  Let me know she isn’t hurt!

  Chill out man! Girl means business lol

  The roar of the crowd draws my attention to the cage. Quickly putting my phone on silent so I am not disturbed anymore by Kane, I watch in shock as she moves around the cage like a pro. Watching her train with Ivan and Mateo was hell for me. But damn, did they train her well. I’m amazed at how fluid her movements are. I nearly choke on my drink when she dick punches him, dropping him to the floor screaming like a bitch. Hellion looks down on him and pounces. The guy is on his front and his left arm is twisted behind his back, while he is also tangled up in her legs. With her knee resting on his shoulder, a maniacal laugh flows from her like this is the greatest thing ever. Applying pressure his shoulder gives way under her. ‘Crunch’ He screams which makes Hellion laugh more. Security rushes in dragging her away from the guy. I actually think he has passed out cold. They proceed to drag her toward the changing rooms. I go to follow, but Mateo stops me in my tracks.

  “We need to talk about your brother.”

  “Which one?”

  “Liam.”

  Reika.

  “Get your fucking hands off me, clown!”

  ‘Thump’ Motherfucker just tossed me on my ass in the changing room. What the actual fuck? Adrenaline is pouring through my veins. I can't believe I have made it this far. My whole body is a live wire with zaps of electricity tingling all over my body. I can’t stand still. Pacing up and down the locker room, the quiet is nice letting nothing dull my buzz.

  The changing room goes pitch black. I can hear the women in the crowd screaming. It sounds like shit’s going down. Leaving my bag, I head to the door to find out what's happening. Peeking my head around the door, I see bodies running in different directions.

  “Hey, what the fuck is going on?” I shout to a security guard who runs past like his ass is on fire. He doesn’t even bother to answer me. The screams and shouts are growing out in the main area. Everyone is in a panic. Cautiously walking down the corridor, I head off to search for Kane. Maybe he knows what's going on. My body comes alive again, something feels off about this. I make it to the doors leading to the main area when something is put over my mouth. My body goes into fight mode. Darkness starts to creep in on me, my body goes limp in the guy's arms. Fight it Reika!

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Reika

  ‘Clink’
, ‘Clink’.

  God, why do people have to make so much damn noise when you're trying to sleep? Slowly the fog from my brain starts to lift. Opening my eyes, I try to shake the black spots from my vision free, but nothing. I try a couple more times but when my brain catches up to what is surrounding me, I realize I am in a dark room only lit up slightly by a lamp on the other side next to a chair. A clink catches my attention again. Pain rips across my shoulders. Lifting my head, I am hanging from a pipe with chains around my arms keeping me suspended in the air. That explains the pain. What the fuck happened? And where the hell are the guys? This makes no sense. Trying my hardest to remember what went down at the Royale, I become lost in my own thoughts.

  “Welcome home, Reaper,” a deep gravel-filled voice says from the darkness.

  “Home? Are you smoking shit, Dude?” I scoff at the voice. Honestly, home? It's not the Ritz, don’t get me wrong, I kind of like this kinky shit but I really don’t think Kane would be down for this.

  “You are home, Girl. Well you will be when you accept your fate.” My fate? What is he, my fairy godfather or something? Because if he is, I really got the shit stain of the barrel.

  “You seem confused, Sweetie. You want me to enlighten you?”

  “What I want is for your stupid ass to unchain me.”

  “Not going to happen. You belong here with me.”

  “You? Dude, you are definitely on something. I am not yours. Plus I am with someone.” Did I hit my head or something, and my ass has landed in a different dimension?

  “Ah yeah, Kane.” He steps into the light so I can see his face. With a smug look he walks over to where I am hanging.

  “You actually know who he is?”

  “I don’t give a shit. They will come for me. I know they will.”

  I know without a doubt that Marcus will come for me. Kane is still an unknown. I do have feelings for him, which I wanted to tell him after the Royale. I can’t be the only one who feels a spark between us. Marcus wouldn’t leave me here, and I am pretty sure he would make Kane find me too.

  Laughter breaks out around me. It's bouncing off the walls of the room. The look in his eyes turns manic. Gripping hold of my face, he squeezes so hard I feel like my jaw is going to crack. Flicking his eyes between mine, anger shows on his face. But just as quickly he shuts it down.

  “You really think he gives a shit about you, don’t you?” Confusion clouds his features.

  “Yeah, I do. He’s very protective. I can’t wait to see what happens to you.” Fucking stupid ass. When the guys realize I am missing, they won’t stop until they find me.

  ‘Thump’ Pain radiates through my jaw from the blow he has just thrown. I can’t help but laugh. The chicken shit has to deck me while I am dangling from the ceiling. Such a bitch move. My laughter only antagonizes him more and he doles out blow after blow until pain is radiating through my whole body as all my old injuries from training split open again. I can feel the blood running down my face, and ribs. My chin is resting on my chest. Wheezing can be heard in the room from my laboured breathing. Exhaustion is radiating off me, I am so tired. My arms are killing me. This fucker thinks he can beat on me? I don’t have a clue how long I have been gone.

  “Are we going to keep this up, Reaper?” He can go take a long walk off a short pier for all I care. The guys must have noticed by now that I am missing. They will be looking for me.

  I can’t bring myself to reply. The beatings pick up again. When he finally decides to stop, my eyes are closing on their own. Because no sound has passed my lips, he begins pacing in front of me ranting to himself. My eyes drift shut and sleep pulls me in.

  Red hot pain shoots across my stomach just above my belly button, which instantly has me alert to my surroundings.

  “Motherfucker!” My scream echoes around the room, joined by a laugh. That sends chills down my spine.

  “Look who’s awake. What, was I boring you?”

  “Fuck you!”

  Everything hurts so much. My mouth feels like there is cotton wool stuffed down my throat. My eyes are stinging from the grit and blood which have run into them. My shoulders feel like they are about to tear off my shoulders any minute. I don’t know how much longer I have before I pass out from the pain again, but I can’t do that.

  “He will come for me.” My voice is barely a whisper but whoever he is doesn’t miss my words, even though they are so quiet even I struggled to hear them.

  “You really think he will, don’t you?”

  “I know he will.” I know without a doubt that Kane will come for me. When I get out of this, I need to be honest with him about my feelings.

  The asshole starts shaking his head while tutting, striding out of the light. I hear a door slam further down the room, and my body relaxes slightly.

  Suddenly the door slams open again and I can hear excited voices. The asshole shows his face with two other guys wheeling in a TV on some kind of trolley thing.

  “His name is Kane Southbourne. Leader of the Damned Crew.” Shock renders me speechless. No, he has to be lying. Surely Marcus would have told me who they were.

  “Their dad ordered the hit on your mother and father.”

  “You're lying,” I scream at him, my emotions are all over the place. Nothing makes sense.

  “He doesn’t give a shit about you,” he screams back at me.

  He starts mumbling to himself. I can’t make out any words he is saying but I can't wrap my head around anything. Why would they lie about who they are?

  Exhaustion presses in on me from the beating I have been given from this madman.

  When the TV screen blinds me as the asshole turns it on, my eyes are glued to the screen as a gritty video plays.

  “You really think any of them give a shit about you?” His words only just register in my brain, my eyes are horrified at what I see on the screen.

  My heart starts to beat erratically at his words, unease builds in my stomach. A malicious smile spreads across his face.

  “That shit won’t work on me, Asshole.” How fucking stupid does he think I am?

  Laughter fills the room I am in, he finds my words hilarious if the deep belly laugh coming from him is real. They wouldn’t set me up like this. I know they wouldn’t.

  “Look at the bottom left corner.” My eyes drift to the left-hand side of the screen.

  Moving my eyes to the bottom left-hand corner, I see the date and time stamp of the film. My heart starts to crack at this thought alone, but my brain won’t accept the fact that he would do this to me. My head and heart are at war. I don’t want to believe this. He did tell me to trust him, and I said I would. Strength and determination pours through me. They are just playing games with me, they are concerned about Kane for a reason. There has to be an explanation about my parents’ death and why they haven't told me they are in the Damned Crew. I lift my head slowly, with a grin on my face, to look this motherfucker in the eye.

  “You stupid girl. You are nothing to them.” Striding toward me, the intent in his eyes is clear.

  Everything turns to background noise. Pain radiates throughout my body as I realize a beating is under way again while I am chained. Suddenly the screen is switched to another video. This is clearer than the last. My eyes widen at the situation on the screen. Screams tear from my throat as I violently shake my chains to get free. The attack from the men in the room increases as I try to free myself. The noise that reaches my ears, halts my movements. Small fissures start to crack over my heart as ice starts to build in my veins. My body doesn’t feel the pain from my injuries that are being inflicted. I am consumed by the pain of my heart shattering into millions of little pieces. My head drops on my chest in defeat as a tear slips out of the corner of my eye. Watching it fall through the air and mix in with the blood, the million pieces of my heart start to turn to dust.

  To be continued in….

  Make Them Bleed

  About the Author

  This is my debut book.
I can’t thank you all enough for the love and support you readers have shown me. It has been such a wild ride, writing this story. I have had character arguments in my head while I am trying to sleep. Which has resulted in some crazy arguments with myself but it has been the best journey ever. I’ve had my own private viewing of the lives and documented it to share with you all.

  I have always wanted to be a writer but life got in the way and I was never able to take the first steps and to be honest fear was a major part of that too. But, I am so glad I took the first leap with a great set of people backing me. Sorry if you are cussing me out because of the ending, I know you probably want to throw things at me. I would want to do it too.

  I hope you all continue to join me on the crazy train of Reika and Kane’s story.

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  MAKE THEM BLEED

  Reika

  He made me trust him.

  Believe in his words. Kane's betrayal has gutted me, but knowing Marcus