Chapter Thirteen

Cash

"W here the fuck do you think you're taking me," the kid Rafe is holding starts yelling.

"Back to the cars, you stupid fuck," one of the others replies.

The kid starts to struggle even more.

"Will you fucking stop it, you idiot. You're going to make it so much worse for yourself." Another guy exclaims, getting pissed off.

"You can't make me leave. I've got a lot of money on Ryan in the last fight," the kid exclaims.

Everyone, even those who are from Tomlinson, burst out laughing.

One of the guys from Tomlinson says, still chuckling, "Dude, you just lost yourself a hell of a lot of money. Only dumb fucks would bet against Jensen, dudes a fucking animal."

"Aw, careful Tom, you're gonna make me like you saying sweet shit like that," Jensen jokes.

Tom grins and replies, "Fuck off."

"You're Jensen?" the kid asks, completely ignoring the previous conversation.

"The one and only," Jensen replies.

The kid snickers, "My brother is going to wipe the floor with you."

"Brother?" Luc asks and then adds, "Well that explains a lot, you're both dicks."

We've just reached the lot where all the cars are parked, and Trick chucks Frankie a set of keys, "Take the van and make sure everyone gets home."

"You got it," Frankie replies.

"I'm not going anywhere. You can't make me," the kid shouts, sounding just like the kid he is.

"Actually, they can," a guy from our school says, "don't worry, Trick, we'll keep him in line until we can drop him off."

"I'll help," Tom says, and the other Tomlinson guy nods in agreement.

"None of us like the fucker or his brother; I'll happily teach him a lesson if he steps out of line," the guy, I think his name is Josh, adds.

Trick nods, "Thanks, guys. No fighting in the van though and don't get fucking caught, we don't need that tonight."

"Hey!" someone shouts, and we all groan when Ryan comes running up, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Sending your brother home. He broke the rules, and everyone knew the consequences of that before they turned up tonight." I explain firmly.

"There's no point fucking arguing," Josh says, "they'll just kick you out too, and then you won't be able to fight."

Ryan looks torn for a moment before he surprisingly sighs and nods, "Fine, can I have a word before he goes?"

"What?" the kid exclaims, "You're going to let him take me."

"Just come here, you fucking idiot," Ryan curses.

I watch with my eyes narrowed as the two of them move out of hearing distance of the rest of us and into the shadows.

"Anything Rafe?" Trick asks, seeing if Rafe can read their lips.

"They're at a bad angle and too far in the shadows for me to make out much," Rafe signs with a frown.

They're back fairly quickly.

"Stop playing like fucking gods and get your pathetic ass in the ring," Ryan growls, and when we all just stare at him and don't bother replying, he adds, "Fucking, pussy."

Again, we just stare at him, making him even more angry, and he just stalks back off to the fight ring. The kid who was full of anger and fight only moments ago just comes and stands near the group of guys, crosses his arms over his chest and stares into the distance.

"Frankie?" Trick says.

Frankie nods, not needing to hear the words to know what Trick's asking him, "I'm on it."

"Everyone get in the van," Trick orders.

Everyone does as they've been asked to do and climbs in the van, all of them looking pissed off, but none of them fighting it anymore.

As soon as they've gone, I turn to Trick and say, "I don't trust them."

"Neither do I, they were definitely planning something. The kid went from ready to take on us all, to silent and willingly getting into the van without any help from any of us." Riot agrees with a frown.

"We need to keep an eye on Ryan," Jensen replies, and then adds, "not that we weren't going to do that anyway."

"We should probably warn Billy and the guys that something might be going on," Luc suggests, and then adds angrily, "Where the fuck are they all anyway? We shouldn't be the only ones dealing with this shit. Some of theirs were involved too."

"Good question," I reply.

"Last time I saw Billy, he had a girl suctioned to his face. He probably wasn't even aware that anything fucking happened." Riot replies with an amused smirk.

I chuckle, "Yeah, that would explain it. I'll send him a message now and let him know that he needs to get his guys and the Tomlinson lot on high alert."

"Good idea," Trick replies. "I'll let our guys know too, and tell them to start spreading the word."

I nod and pull out my phone, texting Billy but also deciding to text some of the other guys, too; we've got no idea where Billy's fucked off to, and we need everyone warned as soon as fucking possible."

Riot

W hen we've finished letting all the relative people know, and Cash actually gets a message back from Billy letting him know that he's got his guys on it, and they've cleared up the mess from the fight, so Jensen and Ryan can have their fight, we head back to the main area.

When we break through the trees to the clearing, everything is still pretty much in chaos, despite what Billy said, and I roll my eyes.

"Well, this looks organized," Trick says sarcastically.

"We better help sort this shit out so we can get back on track for the fight," Jensen suggests, his fists clenching and unclenching.

He's on edge, really on edge. It's like he's held it together for this long, and now that it's so close, he's starting to lose grip on it.

"You alright, man?" Trick asks.

Jensen answers the question flippantly as he replies, "Yeah, let's just get this shit sorted so I can fight."

I'm about to reply when something over his shoulder catches my attention; I frown as I see a guy with his hood up arguing with Trev. It looks like it's getting pretty heated, and I'm just wondering whether I need to head over to help him out, when the guy reaches into his pocket, and I spot the telltale silver glint.

"Fuck," I curse as I take off at a sprint.

I'm aware that the others are following me, and I appreciate that they're coming too; there's a good chance that I'm going to need the backup. He's so fucking far away; I know I'm not going to get to him in time. I feel a wave of surprise as Trev starts to fight and he's actually pretty good. I guess doing the shit he does, it's probably a good idea for him to know how to fight. It's not like he always deals with happy people. Some people get really mad when they lose money, despite the fact that they know how gambling fucking works.

He's no match for a knife though, and when the guy strikes out, Trev isn't fast enough to get out of the way and the fucker stabs him in the leg moments before I get there. I don't stop running as the guy sees us, panic written all over his face, and he takes off through the woods, heading back to where the cars are parked.

"Jensen with me," I yell, "Cash, check on Trev; he was stabbed."

I don't need to say anything else, and Jensen appears on my left; I glance over at him as we race after the fucker who stabbed Trev. Most people in this situation would be concerned, worried that we're chasing after a guy who's armed, but Jensen isn't; he's grinning from ear to ear and is so focused that he hasn't even tripped on anything.

We break through the trees just in time to see the guy get in a black car and wheel spin as it takes off. A knife suddenly smashes through the back window, another one quickly following after the first and embedding in the back of the passenger seat. The guy who stabbed Trev peers around it looking shocked, his face completely drained of color.

"Fucking hell, dude, that was a damn good throw," I say, glancing at Jensen.

"Thanks," he replies with a shrug, "I got the plate. We can get some of the guys looking for him."

"Good," I reply, still shocked over the accuracy of the throws. Something occurs to me, and I ask, "Did you know that it wouldn't do any serious damage to him?

Jensen looks at me out of the corner of his eye and says, "Yeah, the blade on that one is too short to go through a headrest enough to do any serious damage. It was just a warning."