My Street Fighting Stepbrother - Book 1 (Stepbrother Erotic Romance) (3 page)

I walked over to the passenger side door and opened
it.

“Damn you look good!” she said.

“Thank you.” I dressed up and was wearing a hip
hugging little black dress that had been hiding in my closet since
I moved into the dorms. My black hair was straightened and
shimmering, and hung just above my shoulders. If I was going to
meet a hot boy I didn’t want to disappoint him.

Jaclyn pulled a bottle of vodka from the backseat of
the car and looked around suspiciously. “Go on, take a sip. There’s
no one around.”

I hesitated. “It’s ok. I’ll wait till we get
there.”

“Suit yourself.”

I shook my head in disapproval as she took a drink.
“Come on now, that’s just irresponsible.”

She screwed the cap on and stuffed it under the
seat. “You’re right I just get so damn excited!”

We’d been driving along the highway for five minutes
when I got a call from Drake. I answered it immediately. “Hello?
Drake?”

“Hey sis. I need a favor. I know it’s last minute
but can you sit for me again? I’ve picked up another shift at the
bar and I have to run out quick.”

I seethed inside that I couldn’t be there for him.
“I’m sorry I can’t. I’m out with Jaclyn.”

“Dammit. I can pay you if you need.” His voice
sounded tense.

“I’m sorry Drake, she’s driving. It’s not up to me
or I’d come. Hey, how are you feeling?”

“A lot better, thanks. I can move around pretty
good, just swollen and sore still. Well, all right then, I can call
up my neighbor Anne. She should be free, but I prefer you. Stay
safe sis.”

“You too Drake. Call me if you need anything later.
And please, for the love of god, if those bikers come back for
trouble just leave! No amount of money is worth getting the shit
kicked out of you!”

“Will do,” he said. “Bye.”

He hadn’t even given me a chance to say goodbye. I
closed the phone worried.

“Is he ok?” Jaclyn said.

“Yea, he’s just got another shift at that shitty
bar. He’ll be fine. Hey tonight can you drop me off at his place
instead of mine? It’s only ten minutes away from Powell Butte.”

She shrugged. “Sure, I don’t see why not.” She grew
more and more excited the closer we were to the fights. “We’re
almost there!” she said.

Her phone was buzzing off the hook with texts, which
I assumed were from Jason. “Man that guy won’t leave you alone will
he?”

She laughed. “The man is insatiable! But that’s just
the way I like ‘em. It let’s me know they’re into me.”

“Right,” I said.

“Here it is!” she said, turning left onto a small
dirt road that stretched into the middle of nowhere. We drove over
a large hill, and as we cleared its apex a parking lot of cars and
trucks were below. “What did I tell you huh?”

I was shocked to see as many vehicles as I did.
There were at least a few dozen. Next to the cars and trucks was a
large barn, a few burly looking men smoking cigarettes and laughing
stood outside it next to a row of motorcycles. I expected too see
more people. “Where is everyone?”

“We’re a little late, they’re probably inside
gearing up for a fight.” She parked in the very back next to a
large truck. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s go!”

I checked the clock, it was 8:05 PM. “Boy these
things certainly start on time don’t they?”

“Yep,” she said, her phone rang and she answered.
“I’m sorry babe, we’re running late.” Jaclyn covered the phone’s
receiver with her hand and spoke to me. “Jason said we can go in
the back and skip the bouncer. A fight’s about to start so we need
to hurry.” She uncovered the receiver and spoke to Jason. “Ok,
babe. We’re coming right up.”

We hurried through the makeshift parking lot to the
barn, a loud masculine roar began to get clearer and clearer, and
that roar made my heart pound. This was just the type of place my
mother warned me never to enter, a true house of ill repute.

Jaclyn knocked on the back door, which creaked as it
opened. Jaclyn lost herself in a wave of excitement. “Jason baby I
missed you!” she said, lunging into his arms. He hugged her
tightly, every single one of his muscles flexing. She kissed him on
the lips.

He looked over at me and extended his hand, his
exposed chest flexing. “And you must be Beth?”

“That’s me.” I nodded and faked the biggest smile I
could as I shook his hand.

“Hey, you gals are just a little too late. Castro’s
about to fight, come on let’s go before we miss it.”

The sweat, dust, and must hung thick in the air as
we moved through the massive barn. We walked through a crowd of
people to find the ring, which was no more than a circle of dirt
outlined by stacks of hay three feet high. The ring itself didn’t
matter; it was what happened inside of it that got this crowd riled
up. And by the looks of the faces of the men and women around me,
they were dying for a fight.

A biker wearing spurred leather boots, riding pants,
and a vest studded with patches entered the ring, a cheap
microphone in his right hand, which was hooked to an old boom box
that was just loud enough to hear over the crowd’s roar. His
stringy gray hair was flowing backward as he moved, riling up the
crowd.

I turned to Jaclyn. “Hey, who is that?”

She yelled into my ear. “That’s Cyrus Westin, leader
of the Steel Assassins MC. He runs this show and god knows what
else.”

My heart started to pound as the crowd grew more
intense. Cyrus greeted the horde. “Well are you vicious bastards
ready for some blood? Or are you vicious bastards ready or some
blood?” The crowd yelled, and the excitement grew in waves. “Should
I bring the fighters out?”

“Yea!” the crowd screamed as men chugged beer
bottles and the cherries of their cigarettes burned red-hot.

“Well alright then! Let’s get this shit started! In
the east side of the pit, with a an undefeated record of 7 and 0,
and fighting out of Pineville, Oregon, Castro Ruiz!”

The crowd went absolutely ballistic. He was clearly
a favorite. Jaclyn shook my shoulder in excitement and turned to
place a big, fat kiss on Jason’s lips.

Castro emerged from the crowd and stepped into the
ring, slamming his fists together. I tried to fight the excitement
rumbling inside of me but I just couldn’t stop it. I looked to
Jacs. “God damn that boy is hot!”

She laughed and clapped her hands. “Woohoo! What did
I tell you?”

Cyrus continued. “Alright, alright, I get it, you’re
in love with Castro. Calm yourselves. Remember you bloodthirsty
motherfuckers it takes two to fight!” The crowd cheered again.
“Please, please calm yourselves.” The crowd toned down to a simmer.
“In the west side of the pit, in his second fight, with a record of
0 and 1, and fighting out of Redmond, Oregon, Jackson Douglas!”

I looked to Jaclyn. “Jackson who?” I said. The
crowd’s response was mixed, some booed and some cheered. Money
began to change hands as the audience began to place wagers on the
outcome of the fight.

I looked for Jackson Douglas and
spotted him as he stepped through the crowd. My heart leapt from my
chest when I saw Drake. I was caught by absolute surprise, and I
was
not
happy.

I pushed passed men twice my size
to get to the very edge of the ring to make sure I wasn’t imagining
him. I saw his face, but he didn’t see mine.
I was so angry inside
. I couldn’t
believe he was involved in bare knuckle fighting, it seemed so god
damned irresponsible.

I’d known there was more to the story of how he
ended up bruised and beaten, but I never imagined it would have
been this. The anger was fleeting, because whether I liked it or
not, he was going to fight, and the absolute last thing I wanted
was to see him lose to man he dwarfed in size. Drake’s body had
hardly begun to heal; he was still covered in painful bruises.
Whatever he was getting paid, it wasn’t worth it.

Drake and Castro faced off in the center of the pit
and slammed knuckles. The announcer looked them both in the eyes.
“Fight dirty!” he said. “Get it on!” With that he moved to the side
of the circle and the battle commenced.

Castro was quick to attack, firing off jabs at
Drake’s face, but Drake surprised me in his sheer agility as he
ducked and dodged, not letting Castro get a hit in edgewise. Castro
tried to cross him with a right hook and missed, and Drake crushed
his face with a punch so hard he left Castro in a daze.

“Go I screamed! Hit him again!” I found myself
cheering him on, encouraging violence that I was so fervently
against.

Drake backed away and taunted Castro. “Come on you
little bitch! Is that all you’ve got?”

“Come on baby hit him!” I screamed. I lost myself in
the fight.

Castro charged at him, firing off a round of quick
jabs against Drake’s bruised sheath of abdominal muscle. Drake’s
face grimaced in pain as wounds that hadn’t yet healed were
re-aggravated. Castro had left his guard down and Drake
capitalized, landing a left jab to his nose and followed with an
uppercut to his chin, causing Castro to stumble backward, but he
didn’t fall.

“Come on Drake, give it to him! You’ve got him!”

Jaclyn and Jason had pushed forward to meet me at
the very edge of the pit. I turned to Jaclyn, yelling over the roar
of the crowd. “Aren’t there supposed to be rounds or
something?”

She shook her head. “No, the first one to get
knocked out loses. Both men fight till one drops.”

When the crowd began to boo Castro and cheer for
Drake is when the fight got dirty. Castro ran toward him, jumping
through the air and tackling him. It had quickly turned into a
wrestling match. There were no rules. I don’t know where Drake
found the strength to continue fighting, but he fended off Castro,
using his strength and size to roll him over until he was
straddling his chest, pounding his head into the ground with a
maniacal, bloodthirsty face. And then he stopped. “Do you want more
motherfucker?” he screamed. “Go on. Tap out you little bitch!”

Castro coughed up blood. “Never!”

The crowd roared even louder. Drake grabbed Castro’s
black hair and held his head up.

“Do it! Do it! Do it!” the crowd chanted.

With all Drake’s might he slammed his fist in
Castro’s face until his body went limp. He stood up to face the
crowd, covered in blood and dirt. He held his hands up victoriously
as Castro’s body lay motionless in the dirt.

A group of bikers ran toward Castro, grabbed him by
his arms and dragged him out of the pit. I cheered for Drake, but
once I realized he was victorious and safe, my anger at his lies
fired back up in intensity. I then began to worry about Castro. I
looked at Jason. “Holy shit! Is he ok.”

Jason looked scared. “Yea, but that was a pretty
ruthless beat down. I gotta go check on him.”

“I’m coming with you!” Jaclyn said, and they left me
there, all alone, staring at my stepbrother as he made his rounds
around the pit, shaking the hands of newly minted fans. I stood
right at the edge and the moment he came toward me our eyes
connected, and neither of us said a word. He was absolutely shocked
to see me.

Cyrus came back out to the center of the ring as
other members of the Steel Assassins MC shoveled fresh dirt over
the droplets of blood in the sand. He grabbed Drake’s hand and held
it high. “Winner by knockout. Jackson Douglas!” The crowd went
ballistic and so did my heart.

TO
BE CONCLUDED

Excerpts From My Other
Stories

Dominated By My Alpha,
Overprotective Stepbrother

I couldn’t help but smile as I entered my
first frat party at the Phi house. I always imagined it would be
like this. You know, awesome. Hunky men and beautiful women were
all around me, drinking, smoking weed, and otherwise having a
blast. A line of men with their shirts off waited for a turn to do
keg stands as others cheered them on. A group of men with glazed
over eyes left the bathroom, wiping leftover cocaine from their
noses. My eyes then drifted to the dance floor in front of me. Men
and women were grinding on each other to a hard-pumping techno
beat. Christ, it looked just like simulated fucking and I couldn’t
wait to join them.

I scanned the room for the bar and found a
handsome frat boy with blonde hair and blue eyes pouring drinks for
the sorority girls who were fawning all over him. I guess it was
his eyes, because I too felt the same silly sensation erupt inside
of me as I approached him. I almost giggled, but restrained myself.
The last thing I wanted was to look like a fool at my first frat
party.

“
What are you having
sister?” he said.

“
Vodka cranberry, on the
rocks.”

He flashed me a smile showcasing his
perfectly aligned teeth. “Sure thing. What’s your name? I haven’t
seen you around here before.”