Ruin Me (55 page)

I stand still with shaking knees, watching Tobias’ dark face. His eyes twitch back and forth behind his fists, still raised in a fighting stance, waiting for Burt to get back up. But Burt doesn’t move.

Amy climbs into the ring and taps Burt’s cheek. “Aye, Burt!” she shouts.

A few seconds pass and finally, Burt’s eyes flutter open. He raises his fist, but it quickly drops back down and he taps against the mat.

Amy jumps back to her feet. “And we have a winner!”

The room crashes with excitement. They reach out and grip the cage, shaking it back and forth so much it may collapse. Tobias drops his fists and steps out of the ring without saying a word.

I look for him, but somehow, I lose track of him as he drifts off into the roaring crowd.

***

I step outside and take a long, deep breath. I’ve lived in the city my entire life. I like to consider myself pretty well-versed with the world, but I’ve never seen anything quite as brutal as that before. My fingers shake. My teeth chatter. Part of me wants to run away and never look back, but another part of me wants to see it all over again. I can’t help myself. Adrenaline rocks my nerves, reacting to the frightening display of power I just witnessed.

I look around the parking lot and watch as the excited people climb into their cars and race away. My eyes fall on a motorbike near the back of the building and I wonder how I didn’t notice it when I first came in.

Tobias’ bike.

I walk over to it and reach out to run my quivering fingers along the handlebars. The cool metal touch shoots through my skin, traveling up my fingers to ignite my digits.

“So, what are you in for?”

I look up to see Amy standing in front of me wearing a long, black coat to cover her exposed skin. “What?” I ask.

“What are you in for?” she asks again.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

She rolls her eyes and steps forward. “Oh, come on. Everyone knows Charlie takes in troubled strays,” she says. “Is it booze? You seem like a booze girl. No offense. Or drugs? Weed? Heroine?” She gasps. “
Meth?
This is Missouri, we’re kinda known for that here.”

I shake my head. “No,” I say. “I’m just visiting my uncle for the summer.”

“Bullshit,” she smiles and raises her hands, “but I won’t press it.”

I clear my throat. “So, you
run
this stuff?” I ask, shifting the focus.

She grins and performs an exaggerated curtsy. “Guilty.”

“No offense, but…
how
?”

Amy licks her lips and stands up a little taller. “It’s my birthright,” she says. “My mother founded this branch of the Midwest Alphas nearly fifteen years ago and now, it’s mine.”

“The Midwest Alphas?” I ask.

“There are four branches in the state; St. Louis, Jefferson City, Springfield, and here,” she explains. “Each year, we stage an underground tournament for local fighters to show their stuff. The fighters travel around between branches and participate in fights chosen at random. They get defeated once, and they’re out for good until the next year. Eventually, only two remain and the winner becomes the Alpha. It’s a fun tradition — one that brings me lots
and lots
of cold, hard cash. The final battle is in two weeks in St. Louis. You should come. The more people that do, the merrier my wallet is.”

“Maybe…” I chew on my lip.

“Your cousin is the local favorite to win it all, but he’s got some pretty stiff competition to get through before then.”

“Really?”

She nods. “Anyway, I have to get going. There’s a half-naked, sweaty man waiting at my door as we speak.” She presses her fingers against her lips and blows me a kiss. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” I say as I watch her stride across the parking lot. She passes by the school’s entrance as Tobias steps outside. He’s fully clothed now, his body covered in a shirt, his jacket, and some tight jeans. He walks down the stairs with his head down, ignoring the shouts of those driving by that recognize him.

Underground fame and glory.

Amy stalls beside him and lays a hand on his shoulder. “Nice moves tonight, Toby,” I hear her say.

Tobias reaches out and wraps his fingers around her wrist. He speaks to her with a hushed tone, his eyes staring into her bruised face. “You want to tell me what’s going on with you?”

She smiles back at him with a dismissive chuckle and pulls her hand away. “Sorry, Toby,” she says. “You had your chance.”

“Amy—” he growls.

“Goodnight!” she sings as she continues on towards the parking lot. I blink when I see the rather expensive looking sports car she climbs into. Maybe this gig really is profitable for her.

Tobias watches her go for a few moments before finally turning back towards his motorbike.

“That was quite impressive,” I say to him as he travels closer.

He stops in his tracks and he fires up at me with angry eyes. “What the hell are you doing out here?” he growls, adjusting his pace to take wider strides in my direction.

“Amy invited me,” I say. I step away from him, but he quickly bridges the small gap between us.

“How do you know Amy?” he asks.

I shrug. “I met her in the market.”

He sighs and shakes his head. “I’m officially uninviting you. You can’t be here.”

“What are you gonna do?” I ask him. “Tattle on me?”

“I mean it — this isn’t the place for you.”

The anger in his eyes burns my skin. It reminds me of the night I met him and how his furious demeanor jolted me to the core. “It’s not like I’ve never seen a bum fight before,” I joke.

“Tobias…”

His eyes fall over my shoulder, following the deep voice that spoke his name. There’s a subtle shift in his gaze as his anger turns to fear. “Get behind me,” he whispers.

“What?” I ask. I start to look over my shoulder, but he grips my arm to stop me.

“Claire,
get behind me.
” He moves with a quick jerk, sliding himself in front of me before I can say another word.

“Well, well, well…”

I follow the voice and peak around Tobias’ thick shoulder to see a fighter walking towards us in street clothes. I recognize his face immediately:
Pike the Punisher.
The winner with the blood-stained shorts.

He grins at Tobias with perfect teeth. “I thought you would have been knocked out of the bracket by now, Tobias,” he says.

Tobias keeps his arm back to hold me in place behind him. “Sorry to disappoint you, Pike,” he says.

Pike cranes his neck to get a better look over Tobias’ shoulder. His eyes fall on me and I feel Tobias grip my arm a little tighter. “And who is this?” he asks.

“She’s nobody,” Tobias spits.

“She don’t look like nobody to me.” Pike licks his lips at me. “What’s your name, darling?” he asks.

“She’s not from around here—”

“It’s Claire,” I interrupt.

Tobias’ head jerks back to scold me and I immediately feel like I’ve made a huge mistake.

“Claire…”
Pike tastes my name. “I like it.” He takes a step closer with wide eyes, scanning my face as if to memorize it. “I’ll see you next week, Tobias,” he mutters, still staring at me. “Keep fighting like that and it should be you and me in the ring together soon.”

“Looking forward to it,” Tobias says.

He nods at me before turning away and walking towards his car.

Once he’s gone, Tobias spins around and pulls me in closer. “Stay away from him,” he seethes.

“Why—?”

“Claire.”
His grip loosens, but his eyes keep their hold on me.

I search his intense gaze and feel the emotion behind his words. “Okay,” I say, nodding my head. “I’ll stay away from him.”

He drops my arm and takes a quick step back. “How did you get out here?” he asks.

“I… uh,” I give a short smile, cowering a little bit. “I stole Charlie’s truck.”

He tilts his head in annoyance and heaves a thick sigh.

Chapter 5

Now Hit Me

“Why do you call yourself
Tobias the Untouchable
?”

He looks over at me from the driver’s seat of Charlie’s truck. “I don’t,” he replies. His eyes drift back to the road. “They do.”

“Then why do
they
call you
Tobias the Untouchable
?”

It’s obvious that Tobias doesn’t want to answer my questions, but I can’t stand this silence. We’ve been on the highway for over ten minutes and we’re coming dangerously close to the farm. I know that once we get there, it’ll be back to business as usual and I don’t want that. Business as usual is strange and lonely.

“No one’s been able to touch my face,” he answers.

“That’s it?” I ask.

He shrugs. “That’s it.”

“How long have you been fighting?”

“A few months.”

I turn to look at him, my eyes drawn to his face. It is indeed clean, with no marks or visible scarring of any kind, not like Pike or Burt or even myself. Then I remember the bruises on his chest and ribs. “You leaned into those hits,” I say. “I saw you.”

“Well, if I get hit in the face, then my dad will notice.”

I nod, easily imagining the kind of reaction Charlie would have to this sort of thing. “I won’t tell him,” I say.

Tobias looks at me again. “Thank you,” he says.

“And… in exchange, I expect you not to tell him that I took off.”

“And stole his truck.”

“Well…” I nod. “Yeah. That, too.”

“Just don’t do it again,” he warns. “You’re biting the hand that feeds you.”

“He lets me feed myself actually,” I chuckle.

“This isn’t funny.”

“I know.” I tighten my lips. “I’ll be good. Besides, I won’t be here much longer anyway.”

“Where you going?” he asks.

“Back to Chicago. I turn eighteen soon and they can’t keep me here against my will.” His eyes linger on me a little longer before returning back to the road. A thick-aired silence falls on us again. I wait, hoping that he’ll break it, but he keeps his eyes forward. “So…” I mutter. “Did he tell you why I’m here?” I ask.

His hand shifts on the steering wheel. “He said you were a complicated young woman,” he answers.

“That’s it?” I ask.

He shrugs. “That’s it.” I bite my lip, wondering if I should say something more, but he continues on. “But that’s just old cop talk for sex and drugs. I didn’t ask any questions.”

My cheeks fall pink and I hope that it’s not noticeable in the dark. “That’s about it, I guess. Well, one more than the other.” I feel his eyes on me, but he says nothing.
“Drugs,”
I say quickly.

“Obviously,” he says.

I raise an eyebrow. “Obviously?” I repeat.

“A more mature woman wouldn’t be so embarrassed at the accusation of having sex.”

“I’m not
embarrassed
…” I sigh. “We never even went all the way.”

“We?”
he asks.

I hesitate with trembling lips. “Rick and me.”

Tobias’ eyes go wide and his lips curl. “You were dating your stepbrother?”

I shake my head. “No. We were just… jeez, I don’t know. Having fun, I guess. I knew it was wrong, but he was… persuasive.”

“Well, that explains their reaction then,” he mutters.

“We almost…” I let the words fall, “but we got caught.”

“And they sent you here?”

“Yeah.”

“Seems a little extreme.”

“It didn’t help that we took off afterward and got busted by the cops with drugs and booze.”

Tobias shakes his head. “Yeah, that sounds like Rick.”

“He never mentioned you,” I say.

“We haven’t seen each other in years,” he explains, “but you hear things about family, you know.”