CHAPTER SIX
Eighteen Years Old ...
I can’t fucking believe I thought bagging this girl was gonna be fun.
I glared down at my opponent that I had just beat bloody, and I felt slightly bad for him. He could fight—there was no doubt about that—but I had too much anger and aggression in me thanks to Bronagh Murphy to let him off the platform in anything other than bad shape. The girl had my head all kinds of messed up, and what was worse was that I still wanted her more than my next breath. She was hot for me one minute, then cold the next. It was driving me crazy ... She was driving me crazy.
I turned to the cheering crowd, and my eyes found her instantly. She was staring up at me with wide doe eyes and her mouth hanging open. I shocked her with my performance, and that pleased the fuck out of me, so I grinned down at her. It took her zero seconds to snap out of her trance and mouth, “Fuck you,” at me. Inside, I was seething that she had so much anger towards me, but on the outside, I winked at her to show her she didn’t bother me when, in reality, everything she did bothered me.
After I jumped down from the platform, I checked on Drake, the guy I had fought. Once I was sure he was okay, we hugged to show what happened on the platform stayed on the platform, and I went to the back rooms to shower and change into regular clothes. When I finished, I re-entered the club and found the crowd screaming and cheering for the current fighters on the platform beating the shit out of one another. I rolled my eyes over the bodies of people who came for blood, and I was surprised to find Bronagh and Branna right in the mix, cheering and clapping just like everyone else.
“Interesting,” I said to myself as I walked back towards the booth reserved for my brothers and me.
They were all there, and Alec had his nightly conquests on either side of him. A woman and a man who both looked infatuated with him. Kane was sitting in the middle of the booth with his arms folded over his chest and his glaring eyes roamed around the room. Damien was on his phone, and Ryder ... well, big brother had his eyes locked on the eldest Murphy sister, and I could have sworn he wasn’t blinking.
Seems I’m not the only one who a Murphy girl has messed up.
“Branna’s right hook is better than most fighters I’ve faced.”
Ryder didn’t smile or acknowledge what I said as I sat down next to him. My other brothers greeted me, congratulated me on a fight well won, then announced they wanted to go home. Just then, the lights of the club came on, and Kane looked so relived as he jumped to his feet. Alec’s play things kissed him goodbye and left the booth with pouts.
“Why didn’t you bring them home?”
“I already fucked them both earlier,” he answered with a shrug. “I don’t like to double dip.”
I laughed and shook my head. My attention went back to Ryder who was on his feet. I followed his eyes and saw they were still locked on Branna and Bronagh who were stumbling towards the exit of the club. I shook my head at the pair of them. They were both trying to hold the other up and were failing miserably.
Without a word, my brothers and I walked towards the exit. Alec was giving invitations to certain people to come to our house for a party. I looked at him as we climbed the stairs, and said, “I hate house parties.”
“It’ll be fun,” my brother replied. “I invited that guy you fought and his team.”
“And who else?”
“A few others.”
That meant a lot of others.
I shook my head and breathed in a deep breath when we got outside. I searched for Branna and Bronagh, and when I spotted them talking to Drake, the guy whose ass I whooped, I stalked towards them, wondering if I’d have to beat the shit out of him again when he said something to make Bronagh laugh. When I came up behind her, my eyes went to her butt, before I looked over her head and locked eyes with a grinning Drake. I caught the end of their conversation, and my lips twitched when I realised Bronagh was making it known that we hated each other and that she wouldn’t be allowed come to the party at our house.
“I’m sure Nico won’t mind ye’ comin’.”
Bronagh chuckled.
“No, seriously,” she stressed, “he would mind.”
“I wouldn’t mind at all, pretty girl.”
Bronagh froze, then said, “Go fuck yourself, Dominic.”
Drake raised his eyebrows, and asked, “Is she your missus, man?”