The Biker's Fate Chapter 378

"You okay?" I asked through the low rumblings of the group.

"Not really," she said, looking a little ill. "Why are they doing this? Why are they fighting?"

"Don't worry, they're just gonna box for one round," I said, trying to sound reassuring.

"Like with boxing gloves and protective gear?" she asked hopefully.

"They wrap their hands, to protect their knuckles," I said in a cheery tone, but it didn't seem to put her at ease. "Look, it's only one round, and I'm sure Finch will do great."

"Train is twice his size. Why the hell did he pick him?" Grace asked.

"I think maybe your brother's trying to prove something. He's not the biggest guy here, and most of the Dogs probably tend to see him as more of the… academic type," I replied.

"He's going to get killed," she said.

"Alright, brothers, Finch here has made his choice and Train will be handing him his patch if he can last three minutes in the circle, so let's give them some room while their corner men finish wrapping them up," Crow said.

Hawk was serving as Train's corner man, and Hatch as Finch's. As his sponsor, it was a given that the honor would be Hatch's. He was lucky to have him on his side rather than squaring off against him like I did. Hatch just about whipped the shit outta me, but I hung in there till the end. I even gave Hatch a nice scar for his troubles. I always tell him it's a good thing his pretty boy hair covers it up.

"Okay, Train, Finch, you both know the rules," Crow said, standing between the two shirtless men. "When I blast this air horn, you both come out fighting, and good luck to you Finch."

Crow blew the horn and Grace's hand immediately went for mine, gripping it tightly. The two men in the center of our makeshift ring circled each other.

"Ohmigod, I can't watch," she said, burying herself into my chest. For a second, I froze, afraid to do the wrong thing. I was completely turned on by her touch, so I slowly and gently put one arm around her.

"It's okay, I'm sure he'll do… just fine," I said in a tone that perhaps could've been a bit more convincing.

Finch opened by throwing two crisp jabs, each connecting with Train's face. He'd clearly had some coaching, and his technique looked solid. From his footwork to his head movement, this kid was clearly no stranger to a boxing gym.

"There he goes," I said excitedly, and I felt Grace's body relax, ever so slightly.

Grace peeked out just in time to see Finch throw another blow, a big body shot that connected with a deep thud.

"See? Look," I said, just in time to see Train smile, totally unfazed by the shot.

"Oh, shit," Grace squeaked.

"He'll be alright."

The two men continued to circle one another with Finch throwing the occasional jab to find his range. It wasn't like he could miss his target. Train was massive, both tall and muscular and at least two weight classes above Finch. I admired his balls for picking Train but wondered if he was really as smart as we all thought. Train would occasionally throw a lazy swat, like a barn cat playing with a field mouse, while Finch stayed busy, circling around his much larger opponent.

"Alright, enough fuckin' dancing. Time to get to work!" Hatch shouted to his fighter, and Finch did as he was instructed, delivering a quick body, body, head combination that caused Train to stop smiling and take a step backward.

Finch moved in and delivered a stiff jab, followed by a right cross to the face of Train, creating a deep cut just over his left eyebrow, which immediately began gushing blood.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Grace said.

"It's okay, it's not your brother's blood," I said, as if that was somehow helpful.

Train examined his wound and momentarily looked down at his now blood-soaked wrap. A wave of panic washed over Finch's face and Train advanced at him like a bull to a matador.

"Merrick!" Grace screamed, as her brother covered up to avoid a knockout hit.

However, rather than go for a head shot, Train delivered a crushing blow to Finch's mid-section, stopping him in his tracks, and causing him to double over in pain. I winced, knowing he'd be pissing blood tomorrow morning. Train didn't look pissed, so I knew the kid would live, but whatever was coming next wasn't going to feel like a goodnight kiss, although it would likely put him to sleep for a while.

"Just one more minute, Finch! That's all you've gotta do is last one more fuckin' minute!" I yelled, as I held Grace tightly to my chest. The intoxicating smell of her hair made me want to take her into the nearest empty room and bury my cock as deep inside of her as I could.

Train hit Finch with a clean right hook that connected directly with his chin. His eyes rolled back in their sockets momentarily and his knees began to buckle. I think if Train had hit him with just one more pound of force, Finch would still be face down in the dirt to this day. It is this reporter's opinion, however, that Train pulled his punch ever so slightly.

"Merrick!" Grace shouted, attempting to push through the circle of Dogs.

"Whoa, hold on there," I said, pulling her away from the action. "What are you gonna do, beat Train up yourself?" I laughed.

Finch's legs wobbled, giving way underneath him, but Train caught him before he went down, holding him up as if he were still fighting.

"The kid's still in it!" Train yelled to an approving roar of the crowd. Train, blood pouring from his head, held Finch up for the next thirty seconds as he regained full consciousness. Just in time for Crow to blow the ending horn, and for Finch to receive his patch. As I stayed with Grace, the rest of the Dogs rushed Finch, holding him up and carrying him off to drink away his injuries.

"He did it. See, I told ya, nothin' to worry about at all." I smiled at Grace.

"I'm sorry for all the… ah… climbing all over you and such," she said sheepishly, her head down slightly, her eyes looking up at me. I'd never seen anything so sexy in my entire life.

Someone grabbed me by the shoulder and shoved me into the crowd, and I lost Grace in the chaos.