Fighter Daddy: A Bad Boy Secret Baby MMA Sports Romance by Marci Fawn

wrong.
    The little girl I was loved him. I didn't ask for a reminder of that, much less the possibility she still might feel the same way.
    When I'm done, having told him everything I can think of, I feel oddly better. Even if he can't help, even if he refuses to try, I think sharing did me good. Really morbid, but I'm thinking at least someone could explain to Aunt Susan what happened to me if I should end up dead.
    "That's it?" he asks.
    His tone isn't condescending for a change. That's refreshing. Lee's asking if I omitted anything.
    "Yes," I lie. "That's it. I was a fool. Then I wanted out. Turns out, I can't."
    Lee reaches for a cigarette. There is no smoking in our building, but he doesn’t care. Like he doesn’t care about anything.
    "Put it out," I tell him firmly.
    Lee turns to me with a grin, ready to retort with something like "You don't control me, baby" or the like. His eyes fall to my hands that moved to my belly protectively without me even noticing it. His face turns serious, but he doesn't comment.
    "You want to tell me," he begins slowly, leaning forward in his seat. "That you didn't know. Didn't even guess?"
    "No," I say truthfully.
    "You must be the only person in Boston who doesn’t know that name. Even your fancy boss knew."
    "I. Didn't. Know," I repeat. "Or, I don't know. Maybe I'd heard something, but I didn't believe it? My point is, I had no idea how bad he was. And I didn't think that once he had me, I could never leave again."
    I'm not being completely truthful, but I certainly took Ricky for a lesser evil than he turned out to be. Maybe I thought I could fix him? I have a tendency of thinking that I can somehow turn bad boys good.
    "You should have."
    I want to throw something at him. Preferably heavy and preferably not at his face. I really like his face, with that damn arrogant, sexy, maddening grin on his lips.
    "Thanks," I deadpan. "I'll go back in time and leave myself a message."
    He chuckles, deep and resonant. My body reacts almost immediately, forgetting the fact he's being a major ass to me. I want him so badly it hurts and it drives me nuts. Do I get off on being abandoned or something? What is it about him that makes me give in even if I know I shouldn't?
    Well, discounting the part where he's able to give me mind-blowing orgasms, I mean.
    And I don't know why, but for some stupid reason I feel safe around him. Of course, it's no wonder—the guy's a walking tank—but there's something more.
    He's still here . I told him everything about Ricky that I could. Any other guy would have stood up halfway through my tale and said goodbye, but Lee hasn't moved a muscle.
    "So now what?" he asks. "What did you think was going to happen? Were you going to run or something, but forgot?"
    And there. Lee really is the epitome of all those guys who are so nice to look at, but when they start talking ...
    "I don't know," I snarl, maybe harsher than I should have, but I'm done being judged by him. "I knew I had to end it. I guess I hoped he could get over me and not behave like a teenaged boy who has been dumped the first time."
    "You thought you could break up with a mob boss and he'd let you go," Lee says, grinning. "Yeah, I bet he liked you for your brains, baby."
    " Fuck you ."
    "I'll fuck you any time you want."
    His response leaves me mute for the longest moment. Who the fuck says things like that? Lee does, that's the answer. He sits there, lounging in my chair and tells me he'd like to fuck me.
    Not that I'm surprised.
    "Ask me," he says.
    "Fuck you," I tell him again. "If you think I'm going to ask you to fuck me after the way you behaved—"
    Lee laughs. He doesn't seem bothered or afraid, not even a little bit. Not by me, not by Ricky, and not by the danger we're both in.
    "No, I meant ask me to help. You'll fuck me anyway."
    The nerve of this guy. Who the fuck does he think he is?
    I want to tell him to shove his sleazy, arrogant attitude up his ass, but I don't think I can. Lee's a