Fighter Daddy: A Bad Boy Secret Baby MMA Sports Romance by Marci Fawn Page A
Authors: Marci Fawn
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bastard, he always was. My own weaknesses aside, he is exactly as he was back when we went to school. Always speaking his mind, never backing down, getting things done. Yes, he's a bastard, but so is Ricky. And I suspect that to fight one bastard, you need another one.
At least this one might let me go afterward. I think. I don't even want to consider what he'll do when he finds out about the baby. I'm still confused myself, but I'm keeping it, that's the only thing I am certain of. It's me and Lee, but pure and free of all the bad traits we have.
I can't give that up, not for anything. Not even for the danger it puts me in with Ricky. Me and him haven't been together for months now, it can't be his baby and Ricky would know.
I need a miracle to get out of this one. And a little girl once believed Lee Mason could do anything.
"Help me," I say. "Please."
There’s a lot of pride I had to swallow to get those words out.
Lee grins, standing up. After days, weeks of worrying and fearing every shadow, this is a nice change. He looks strong and powerful, big and reassuring. Just what I need to feel safe, even if only for a little while.
"I will," he tells me and his grin promises me I have no idea what I'm getting myself into here. "If only to hear you say please one more time."
I don't need him to elaborate what that means. I roll my eyes and glare at him, but of course he seems to like it more that way.
"First of all. We need to get out of here," he says when he's done staring me down. "You said he sends you a car every Friday We need to leave before either the driver or another one of his boys sees us together. They shouldn't see me at all."
I nod, grabbing my bag in a hurry, all the while thinking of how much I enjoy the way he looks at me, the way his eyes undress me. If I have to spend more time with him, I am not sure if I can hold myself back.
I need to be strong. Guys like that only take. They never give.
Lee was right. I need him to protect me, but that's all.
Lee
R aina's eyes go wide with shock when she sees the bike. It stands there, a sleek black beauty, steaming hot like she is.
"You've got to be kidding me," she says. "You still have that death trap? I'm not getting on that thing."
The part of me that isn't pissed off at her for saying that considers. The truth is, Raina has no fucking idea what she's gotten us into. I'm sure I know Ricky better than she does, even if she fucked the guy.
The idea alone is enough to make me fume with anger, but I restrain my emotions. It sounds weird, but right now I don't have time for Raina. Not for her body, which I want badly, and soon, and not for being jealous.
Ricky Gerrard is a killer, plain and simple. It's not always him pulling the trigger. In fact it's usually not, but he's the drive behind the bullet. He knows what he wants and he gets it. In a way, I respect the guy. I've only met him a couple of times, but those are enough to confirm my first impression. That is not a man to let a girl walk out on him.
I don't know if Raina gets this. Her pussy can be the most heavenly thing on Earth, but Ricky wouldn't give a shit. All he cares about is that she is trying to make him look bad.
No, Raina doesn't have a clue about how much trouble she's in. I won't tell her either. She might find out soon enough. I also won't point out that for some reason I'm risking my life for her.
"What time are you supposed to get off work?"
"Soon, I guess? In twenty minutes."
"Meaning they can be here any minute or they might be here already."
The terrified look in her eyes tells me she might not be entirely clueless about the danger.
And she might be right about the bike. I didn't know about her problem until I got here. I figured it would be a guy that couldn't get over her and is now trying to compensate by sending her texts. Almost true, but not quite. Making an escape on a bike is tricky, because it's a much more recognizable vehicle. And my bike is special too. Flames
At least this one might let me go afterward. I think. I don't even want to consider what he'll do when he finds out about the baby. I'm still confused myself, but I'm keeping it, that's the only thing I am certain of. It's me and Lee, but pure and free of all the bad traits we have.
I can't give that up, not for anything. Not even for the danger it puts me in with Ricky. Me and him haven't been together for months now, it can't be his baby and Ricky would know.
I need a miracle to get out of this one. And a little girl once believed Lee Mason could do anything.
"Help me," I say. "Please."
There’s a lot of pride I had to swallow to get those words out.
Lee grins, standing up. After days, weeks of worrying and fearing every shadow, this is a nice change. He looks strong and powerful, big and reassuring. Just what I need to feel safe, even if only for a little while.
"I will," he tells me and his grin promises me I have no idea what I'm getting myself into here. "If only to hear you say please one more time."
I don't need him to elaborate what that means. I roll my eyes and glare at him, but of course he seems to like it more that way.
"First of all. We need to get out of here," he says when he's done staring me down. "You said he sends you a car every Friday We need to leave before either the driver or another one of his boys sees us together. They shouldn't see me at all."
I nod, grabbing my bag in a hurry, all the while thinking of how much I enjoy the way he looks at me, the way his eyes undress me. If I have to spend more time with him, I am not sure if I can hold myself back.
I need to be strong. Guys like that only take. They never give.
Lee was right. I need him to protect me, but that's all.
Lee
R aina's eyes go wide with shock when she sees the bike. It stands there, a sleek black beauty, steaming hot like she is.
"You've got to be kidding me," she says. "You still have that death trap? I'm not getting on that thing."
The part of me that isn't pissed off at her for saying that considers. The truth is, Raina has no fucking idea what she's gotten us into. I'm sure I know Ricky better than she does, even if she fucked the guy.
The idea alone is enough to make me fume with anger, but I restrain my emotions. It sounds weird, but right now I don't have time for Raina. Not for her body, which I want badly, and soon, and not for being jealous.
Ricky Gerrard is a killer, plain and simple. It's not always him pulling the trigger. In fact it's usually not, but he's the drive behind the bullet. He knows what he wants and he gets it. In a way, I respect the guy. I've only met him a couple of times, but those are enough to confirm my first impression. That is not a man to let a girl walk out on him.
I don't know if Raina gets this. Her pussy can be the most heavenly thing on Earth, but Ricky wouldn't give a shit. All he cares about is that she is trying to make him look bad.
No, Raina doesn't have a clue about how much trouble she's in. I won't tell her either. She might find out soon enough. I also won't point out that for some reason I'm risking my life for her.
"What time are you supposed to get off work?"
"Soon, I guess? In twenty minutes."
"Meaning they can be here any minute or they might be here already."
The terrified look in her eyes tells me she might not be entirely clueless about the danger.
And she might be right about the bike. I didn't know about her problem until I got here. I figured it would be a guy that couldn't get over her and is now trying to compensate by sending her texts. Almost true, but not quite. Making an escape on a bike is tricky, because it's a much more recognizable vehicle. And my bike is special too. Flames
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