“Let’s go Derek,” he said to the bodyguard I kneed in the nuts, and he glared at me as he walked by.

Evan and I watched them leave, and once they disappeared in the crowd, Evan turned to me. “Where’s Darcy?” he growled, sitting next to me.

“They left her at the bar at. She tried to come with me, but I told her she was safer if she just waited for me,” I muttered.

“What are you doing here?” He stood by me, schooling his features into a bored expression. It was then that I realized how much emotions he hid.

“I’m here for Callum.” I glared at him, mad at him for Darcy.

“Mayers?” he asked, confused.

“Yeah, your boss thinks it’s ok for him to fight after almost killing him on Sunday.” I wanted to scream at him, but I knew it was no use.

“Shit, I didn’t realize you were the girl that was with the guys,” he said, looking lost in his thoughts. “Fuck. Ok, you need to behave and not piss off Lucio. He’s a vindictive fucker and hates to be humiliated, so just sit quietly until you’re with your men.”

“They’re not my men,” I said, taken aback by his assumption.

“Sure, Texas, you keep telling yourself that. Lucio’s coming back and I need to go check on Darcy,” he said. The asshole walked up to us, looking at the cage, and the unscathed fighter wailing on his opponent. Evan left as the referee called the fight, and a rush of people came to the aid of the unconscious fighter. Once everyone had cleared the cage, they cleaned and prepped it for the next fight. Nerves bundled in my stomach, feeling nauseous from the alcohol I had earlier.

Loud music started, and spotlights illuminated an entrance right behind us. My heart skipped a beat at seeing the guys again. I stood up with the rest of the crowd and looked behind me. A woman in lingerie walked out first with a group of guys that weren’t my own. The crowd got louder yelling, “Bromley!”

He was just as tall as Callum but looked wider, more muscular, and he had a cocky smirk on his face. Just as he and his crew made it down to the cage, another spotlight lit up an entrance right across from us. Another woman in lingerie walked out and behind her my men walked. My men? All of them seemed tense with looks that said they were ready to kick anyone’s ass that fucked with them. Callum was front and center looking deadly with a scowl on his face that looked still slightly bruised. He wasn’t shirtless like the other guy; he had a tight tank on with shorts that were just as tight, showing off his muscular body.