Chapter 89

• “What in the hell is going on?” Bridget screams. My eyes go back to the ring and I see Josh and the blond guy surrounded by about fifteen men trying to break them away from each other. They manage the task and I look down to see Joshua being held back by two arms, the look on his face murderous as he glares at his opponent. A cold chill runs down my spine—he looks evil. Completely evil. He is covered in blood and is still trying to get free to try and continue killing this other man with his bare hands, who I might add looks more than happy to repay the favour. He spits blood onto the ground. Who is this man? Definitely not the polished rich boy I know. Do I even know him at all? This is the part of his personality that I cannot reconcile. The fight in the crowd continues and I see Ben climb beneath the ropes into the ring. Joshua looks at him and starts yelling. I see Ben nod, he then turns and sprints back up the stairs toward us. Joshua and blond idiot are led out of the ring and backstage, both being held tightly with their arms behind their backs to prevent them from attacking each other again. I sit down and cover my face with my hands.
• “Holy shit,” I whisper.
• “Fuck. That was intense,” Adrian murmurs.