“Maybe we were using each other.”
“Maybe you were needing each other.”
Crystal shrugged. “Maybe.”
“I admit I don’t know these men very well, but…”
“What?”
“Wolf didn’t strike me as the type to purposely hurt you like that.”
“I know he’s not, I just wish he’d stop jerking me around like this. If I’m not what he really wants, then he should just leave me alone.”
“Then maybe Cole’s right. All or nothing. If it can’t be all, then it has to be nothing, because clearly friends with benefits is not working. For either of you.”
Crystal nodded, and then changed the subject, putting on a bright face. “So, tell me about this new guy, Shane.”
Shannon grinned. “Shane, hmm?”
Crystal shrugged, “Seems like he’s going to be sticking around.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Four nights later, Shannon was back at the clubhouse with Crash.
Cage fighting. She couldn’t believe she was here, about to watch this spectacle. She’d seen it once or twice on TV. Two men in a cage, beating the crap out of each other. Punching, kneeing, kicking, headlocks, it seemed like anything was allowed. Beyond that, she didn’t have a clue about it or how long it lasted. Did they just keep at each other until one was a bloody pulp? She didn’t know the rules, or even if there were rules.
When they arrived at the club, the parking lot was packed with bikes, rows and rows of chrome and steel glinting in the moonlight. Crash had told her that there would be guys coming in from the Dead Souls, the War Dogs and even some guys in town from several other Evil Dead chapters. Fight night apparently drew a crowd.
They were a little late in arriving. Crash snagged them each a bottle of beer from the bar, and then led her through the hall to the back warehouse where he’d shown her the cage. There was a crowd gathered around, cheering on the two competitors who were currently in the cage.
Crash worked his way around to where Cole, Red Dog, Green and Wolf stood. Angel, Crystal and Mary were also there, standing a few feet away, and Shannon greeted the girls, who were all glued to the fight, while Crash talked to Cole.
“What’s going on?” Crash asked, his eyes on the two men currently in the cage fighting.
“Cajun is fighting Jake,” Cole told him, standing with his arms folded, watching the fight.
“You got money on this fight?”
“Nah. You?”
“Nah.”
“Guess who’s up next,” Cole teased with a grin.
“Who?”
“Last minute change by Mack. Wolf and your boy, Shane.”
Wolf and Shane? “What the hell?”
Cole’s eyes went to Crash, and then back to the cage. “Mack suggested they work their problems out in the cage.”
“Shit. Thought that was through.”
“It was.” Cole looked over at Crash. “You know Mack. Always got a lesson to teach.”
Crash grunted.