If anyone saw this pathetic excuse of my running then I would just blame it on my injury. Or on the fact that I was barefooted.

My toes touched the sand as I headed towards the commotion. From the start of the beach, I could see the ring of fire lit torches among the crowd of people talking among themselves. The number of people still lingering around the beach walkway meant that the fight had not yet started.

I walked closer and looked around for any sign of a person I knew.

When looking around, I noticed that there was a large range of different age groups among the people ready to watch the fight. The fight club was rising in terms of popularity. The crowd was much larger than it was the last time.

"Ella!" A familiar voice called.

I replied in pants as I asked Reed "Do you know where Stone is?"

The red-headed male grinned "Thank god you are taking him back. The moody fucker was a whole other level of moodier this week."

"Where is he?" I repeated before motioning to the crowd "Is it too late to talk to him?"

Reed shook his head "He is at his truck wrapping up his knuckles. I think he is still at the parking lot."

"Thank you." I responded gratefully before I turned around to go and find the giant.

As I rushed off, I heard Reed call from behind me "Tell him that he is two minutes late and tell to get his overgrown self over here!"

There were only a few cars in the lot right next to the path down to the beach. Brennan's white car and Stone's truck. Two shadows in the dark were between them.

I recognised my Lurch instantly. It was hard to miss the large form. It was impossible not to notice the wide shoulders and the well-built body that screamed danger.

He had his back to me. I could see the medusa tattoo on his back and that lit me up with joy.

When I neared closer, Brennan peered around the giant's shoulder and met my eye. He was grinning ear from to ear while paying attention to me and not Stone's grumble of a rant.

"I know this is an illegal fight club and you are somewhat a criminal but surely you should still have some sort of time management skills." I spoke up because I could not bare any more time apart from him "You are two minutes late."

His dark tone withered away and he stopped. He froze where he stood like he might have been imagining my voice.

Then he slowly turned around.