(Rated M for Violence and Forceable Touch)

Valentine jerked his arm away as soon as he found his footing again. "I could have just as easily walked by myself." 

Unpleased with the rough handling as he straightened his shirt some. 

"Sit." Motioned Shaw to the same spot he had Asher sit.

Valentine glanced between the goon and Shaw before he slowly moved over. 

"I thought you might enjoy the view from up here," Shaw commented, finishing off the strong drink in his hand. 

Valentine didn't say anything. He just kept his eyes looking forward to Zac's match, it was up next. 

"He'll win." He finally stated, feeling the tension from Shaw. 

His scent was always thick to Valentine. He had yet to smell Shaw at his baseline or better. The man was never in a good mood. Nothing seemed to please him. Feeling sweat began to break out over his forehead as they announced Zac's name. The two watched as he walked into the ring. 

He looked good. He healed up nicely since his last match. Alpha's and their ability to heal faster than that of any other sex. A good favor in their odds for this line of work. 

Valentine glanced over at Shaw as he seemed to be tossing the drinks back. He had since dismissed everyone from the room but them. That odd feeling he got in the pit of his stomach the last time he was alone with Shaw quickly came back to him. 

He didn't trust the man one bit. Shifting slighting in his seat so that his back wasn't against him completely as he watched the match below. When Zac walked into the ring, he could see that he was looking for him in the crowd. He gave up when he didn't find him after a moment. 

Zac flared his nostrils as he rolled his shoulders forward. His hands clenched into a fist as he prepared himself. He was ready for the fight mentally, but he wasn't sure if his body was. 

Valentine cheered to himself as Zac made the first contact, landing two quick punches to the guys' jaw. He watched both of them as they fought. Took notes of his flaws as he inched to the edge of his seat. The fight started to come to an end. Valentine worried that Zac wasn't going to win it. The two of them were neck and neck. 

Zac gave one final uppercut with the last bit of strength he had in him. His weight wasn't even, leaning more to one side most of the match. A fact that Valentine picked up on as well. 

Shaw threw his glass into the wall, shattering it. Anger roared through him as he stood up. "He barely fucking won that fight." He growled as he ripped Valentine up by the back of his hair. 

"But he won," Valentine commented lightly. 

That was the deal. Zac needed to win, and he had. Valentine gripped at Shaw's hands as he attempted to break the hold he had on him. He got nothing but a cold sick laugh in return. Shaw jerked his light frame up as if it was nothing to him. Put his face close to his. Valentine could feel his hot breath hit his cheek as he spoke. 

"I need the perfect fighter. Not someone that barely wins." 

Shaw had plans for Zac. Big plans. Plans to make him the ultimate fighter. Thus far everything started to crumble around him. He had played nice for far too long. His patience pushed well past his limits. 

There had been multiple opportunities for improvements to be made. Shaw had given Valentine more than enough time to fix whatever was wrong with Zac, and this was all he got in return. 

His eyes glossed over. Valentine watched as Shaw's pupils widened to the point that his baby blues could no longer be seen. Valentine's stomach shot to his throat. He had seen this look once before from an alpha. A look he hoped he would never see again. 

Panic filled Valentine as he started to fight harder against Shaw. Clawing at him to let go. 

"Please. . . . " He begged. "I'll . . . " 

"Shhh. . . " Commented Shaw, as he covered his mouth with the palm of his free hand. It wasn't like anyone would hear them up here anyway. 

"Just think of this as motivation for yourself." Shaw slammed Valentine face-first against the dark wall. "You'll get to feel what I'm feeling. Since me telling you doesn't seem to be getting through to you." He added, "It's benefiting you." 

Shaw jerked his head to the side. His weight alone held Valentine in place though he was still fighting to get free. Dug his nails into the top of Shaw's hands as hard as he could with one hand while the other swung out and went for his face making contact. 

"Bitch." Yelled Shaw as he let go, feeling his cheek that now bled. 

Valentine didn't wait. He started to run for the door as soon as Shaw let go of him. 

"Not going to be that easy." Shaw laughed as he stormed after him. 

Caught him by the shoulders, forcing him to the ground. Valentine kicked him away a few times before Shaw could get him where he wanted him flipped over face down on the floor, arm pinned behind his back. Knee to either side of his ribcage. 

"I've never had one fight like this before." Stated Shaw, a taste of lust in his tone. "I kind of like it." 

Shaw smirked as he rubbed the side of his face against Valentine's, marking him with his blood and scent. Valentine's heart raced in his chest. He could feel it pound against the hard flooring he laid on. Anger grew in his chest. 

"Com'on stop squirming. It's only going to make it hurt more."  

"Fuck you." Spat Valentine as he tried to buck Shaw off of him again.

He wasn't about to let Shaw bond with him. Valentine had made a promise to himself long ago that something like this was never going to happen to him again. He promised never to allow any alpha to have control over him in that manner. Bonding wasn't something to be played with. 

"Okay then." Commented Shaw as he forced the hold he had on his arm up. 

Valentine let out a cry as his shoulder popped out of place. Pain shot down his entire body. 

"I told you." Shaw laughed again. He was enjoying himself. 

For a long while he lingered over Valentine's neck, slow as he pushed his brown locks to the side to make space for him. Valentine felt the tears start to form in his eyes as Shaw ran his tongue along the back of his neck. 

"I get the feeling I'm not the first." Commented Shaw, sounding disappointed in that thought.

Valentine thrust his head back as hard as he could when Shaw leaned back in. He busted his nose to the point it bled. Shaw growled, forcing Valentine back into submission. This was going to happen. He was going to mark him.