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Luciano's Pov.
We didn’t say much on the way out. Didn’t need to.
The fight was done, the crowd had seen what they needed to see, and I wasn’t in the mood for any more attention. My knuckles ached, and there was still that slight buzzing under my skin, the wolf not fully settled yet.
Victor, of course, wasn’t about to let it go.
"You do realize you scared the absolute shit out of everyone in there, right?" He had that stupid grin on his face, hands stuffed in his pockets like he was just having the best time ever.
I rolled my shoulders, trying to shake off the stiffness. "They knew what they were getting into."
"Did they?" He snorted. "Because I’m pretty sure most of them thought this was just another underground fight, not ‘witness the Alpha almost rip a guy apart with his bare hands’ kind of night."
I gave him a look. "I didn’t rip him apart."
"Yeah, because I stopped you," he shot back, laughing. "You had that look, man. The ‘one more second and he’s not getting up’ look."
I didn’t answer. Mostly because he wasn’t wrong.
I wasn’t sure what it was, but the second I started fighting, it was like something clicked. Not just the usual rush of a fight—something deeper, something instinctual. And the moment I had him pinned, when the blood was in the air, I almost didn’t stop.
Victor must’ve noticed I wasn’t arguing, because he nudged my shoulder. "You good?"
"Yeah," I muttered.
He gave me a look, but didn’t push it.
We walked in silence for a while, the sounds of the underground fight ring fading behind us, replaced by the distant hum of the city. The cool air helped, clearing my head, grounding me.
Then Victor, because he couldn’t help himself, smirked again. "You should fight more often."
I raised a brow. "You trying to start something?"
He grinned. "What, you scared?"
I scoffed, shaking my head. "You really want to get your ass kicked that bad?"
"Oh, please. I’d last at least five seconds."
"Three," I corrected.
"Four, if I distract you first."
I just rolled my eyes.
But then he got serious again, just for a second. "No, but really. You should fight more. It’s different when you do it. The way you move, the way people react." He paused. "They knew who you were before you even threw a punch."
I thought about that. About how they stepped back, how the air in the room changed the second I walked in.
"Doesn’t matter," I said after a moment. "I’m not here to prove anything to them."
Victor hummed like he didn’t fully believe me.
But he let it go.
We reached the car, and I leaned against it, exhaling slowly. The energy from the fight was still there, lingering in my muscles, but it was fading now.
Victor leaned next to me, stretching his arms behind his head. "So, how’s it feel?"
I glanced at him. "How’s what feel?"
"Winning. Being the big bad Alpha in the room. Making an entire underground fight ring collectively question their life choices."
I smirked slightly. "It was alright."
Victor barked out a laugh. "Alright? Man, you’re impossible."
I just shrugged.
He shook his head, still grinning. "You’re lucky I like you. Otherwise, I’d be way more bitter about how unfairly good you are at everything."
"You’d still lose," I said dryly.
"Yeah, yeah," he waved a hand. "But I’d at least make it entertaining."
I snorted. "You keep telling yourself that."
Victor just grinned, pushing off the car. "C’mon, let’s get out of here before someone decides they wanna test you again."
I nodded, shoving my hands in my pockets as I followed him.
The fight was over.
But something told me this wouldn’t be the last time.
We drove in comfortable silence for a while, the streetlights casting shadows over the dashboard as we made our way back. My hand rested against my knee, still feeling the dull throb from the fight. It wasn’t bad—nothing I couldn’t handle. But the way my knuckles felt, raw and bruised, was a reminder.
Not just of the fight.
But of what I was capable of.
Victor tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, eyes flicking toward me every now and then. I could feel the amusement rolling off him, but also something else. Like he was still trying to figure something out.
"You ever gonna admit you liked that?" he finally said.
I huffed. "What, fighting?"
"Yeah," he said, glancing at me. "Not just winning. Fighting. You liked it."
I looked out the window, watching the city blur past.
It wasn’t about liking it.
It was about how right it felt.
Like something in me was wired for this, for the control, for the precision, for the raw, unfiltered power that came with it.
It was easy to pretend I didn’t need it.
But tonight had proved otherwise.
I exhaled through my nose. "Does it matter?"
Victor smirked. "Nah. Just means I was right."
I rolled my eyes. "You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?"
"Oh, absolutely." He grinned. "But seriously. That was… something else. Even for you."
I didn’t answer, just let his words sit in the air between us.
He wasn’t wrong.
But I wasn’t sure what to do with that yet.
The rest of the drive was quiet, but not uncomfortable. The kind of silence that didn’t need filling. I let my head rest against the window, the cool glass soothing against my skin. The adrenaline was wearing off now, leaving behind a dull exhaustion—not the kind that knocked you out, but the kind that settled deep in your muscles.
Victor turned down a familiar street, and I knew we were almost home. The streetlights flickered past, casting long shadows over the pavement. A few people were still out, mostly night owls and the occasional couple walking home from a bar. The city never really slept, but at this hour, it was at least quieter.
When we pulled up in front of my place, Victor put the car in park but didn’t turn it off. He just leaned back, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.
"You good?" he asked, not in an overly concerned way—just checking in.
I nodded. "Yeah. Just tired."
He smirked. "Yeah, well, you did just put on a show back there."
I sighed, pushing the door open. "I’ll see you tomorrow."
Victor gave a lazy salute. "Try not to break anyone else’s spirit before breakfast, yeah?"
I shook my head with a small smile and headed inside.
We didn’t say much on the way out. Didn’t need to.
The fight was done, the crowd had seen what they needed to see, and I wasn’t in the mood for any more attention. My knuckles ached, and there was still that slight buzzing under my skin, the wolf not fully settled yet.
Victor, of course, wasn’t about to let it go.
"You do realize you scared the absolute shit out of everyone in there, right?" He had that stupid grin on his face, hands stuffed in his pockets like he was just having the best time ever.
I rolled my shoulders, trying to shake off the stiffness. "They knew what they were getting into."
"Did they?" He snorted. "Because I’m pretty sure most of them thought this was just another underground fight, not ‘witness the Alpha almost rip a guy apart with his bare hands’ kind of night."
I gave him a look. "I didn’t rip him apart."
"Yeah, because I stopped you," he shot back, laughing. "You had that look, man. The ‘one more second and he’s not getting up’ look."
I didn’t answer. Mostly because he wasn’t wrong.
I wasn’t sure what it was, but the second I started fighting, it was like something clicked. Not just the usual rush of a fight—something deeper, something instinctual. And the moment I had him pinned, when the blood was in the air, I almost didn’t stop.
Victor must’ve noticed I wasn’t arguing, because he nudged my shoulder. "You good?"
"Yeah," I muttered.
He gave me a look, but didn’t push it.
We walked in silence for a while, the sounds of the underground fight ring fading behind us, replaced by the distant hum of the city. The cool air helped, clearing my head, grounding me.
Then Victor, because he couldn’t help himself, smirked again. "You should fight more often."
I raised a brow. "You trying to start something?"
He grinned. "What, you scared?"
I scoffed, shaking my head. "You really want to get your ass kicked that bad?"
"Oh, please. I’d last at least five seconds."
"Three," I corrected.
"Four, if I distract you first."
I just rolled my eyes.
But then he got serious again, just for a second. "No, but really. You should fight more. It’s different when you do it. The way you move, the way people react." He paused. "They knew who you were before you even threw a punch."
I thought about that. About how they stepped back, how the air in the room changed the second I walked in.
"Doesn’t matter," I said after a moment. "I’m not here to prove anything to them."
Victor hummed like he didn’t fully believe me.
But he let it go.
We reached the car, and I leaned against it, exhaling slowly. The energy from the fight was still there, lingering in my muscles, but it was fading now.
Victor leaned next to me, stretching his arms behind his head. "So, how’s it feel?"
I glanced at him. "How’s what feel?"
"Winning. Being the big bad Alpha in the room. Making an entire underground fight ring collectively question their life choices."
I smirked slightly. "It was alright."
Victor barked out a laugh. "Alright? Man, you’re impossible."
I just shrugged.
He shook his head, still grinning. "You’re lucky I like you. Otherwise, I’d be way more bitter about how unfairly good you are at everything."
"You’d still lose," I said dryly.
"Yeah, yeah," he waved a hand. "But I’d at least make it entertaining."
I snorted. "You keep telling yourself that."
Victor just grinned, pushing off the car. "C’mon, let’s get out of here before someone decides they wanna test you again."
I nodded, shoving my hands in my pockets as I followed him.
The fight was over.
But something told me this wouldn’t be the last time.
We drove in comfortable silence for a while, the streetlights casting shadows over the dashboard as we made our way back. My hand rested against my knee, still feeling the dull throb from the fight. It wasn’t bad—nothing I couldn’t handle. But the way my knuckles felt, raw and bruised, was a reminder.
Not just of the fight.
But of what I was capable of.
Victor tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, eyes flicking toward me every now and then. I could feel the amusement rolling off him, but also something else. Like he was still trying to figure something out.
"You ever gonna admit you liked that?" he finally said.
I huffed. "What, fighting?"
"Yeah," he said, glancing at me. "Not just winning. Fighting. You liked it."
I looked out the window, watching the city blur past.
It wasn’t about liking it.
It was about how right it felt.
Like something in me was wired for this, for the control, for the precision, for the raw, unfiltered power that came with it.
It was easy to pretend I didn’t need it.
But tonight had proved otherwise.
I exhaled through my nose. "Does it matter?"
Victor smirked. "Nah. Just means I was right."
I rolled my eyes. "You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?"
"Oh, absolutely." He grinned. "But seriously. That was… something else. Even for you."
I didn’t answer, just let his words sit in the air between us.
He wasn’t wrong.
But I wasn’t sure what to do with that yet.
The rest of the drive was quiet, but not uncomfortable. The kind of silence that didn’t need filling. I let my head rest against the window, the cool glass soothing against my skin. The adrenaline was wearing off now, leaving behind a dull exhaustion—not the kind that knocked you out, but the kind that settled deep in your muscles.
Victor turned down a familiar street, and I knew we were almost home. The streetlights flickered past, casting long shadows over the pavement. A few people were still out, mostly night owls and the occasional couple walking home from a bar. The city never really slept, but at this hour, it was at least quieter.
When we pulled up in front of my place, Victor put the car in park but didn’t turn it off. He just leaned back, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.
"You good?" he asked, not in an overly concerned way—just checking in.
I nodded. "Yeah. Just tired."
He smirked. "Yeah, well, you did just put on a show back there."
I sighed, pushing the door open. "I’ll see you tomorrow."
Victor gave a lazy salute. "Try not to break anyone else’s spirit before breakfast, yeah?"
I shook my head with a small smile and headed inside.
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