Fighter Daddy: A Bad Boy Secret Baby MMA Sports Romance by Marci Fawn Page B
Authors: Marci Fawn
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run down its sides; it's marked as my own. Any guy worth his salt could follow us.
I hate the idea, but we can't take the bike. I look around.
"Your lover boy drives?" I ask.
"Huh?"
"Ed. Does he have a car?"
"Yes," she says, glaring at me again. "That black Toyota there. Why? And he's not my lover boy ."
One look at her tells me the girl doesn't have a clue about what she's doing to me, or any of the men around her. I can't wait to be alone with her. It's not the only reason I'm taking her to my place, but it's definitely a part of it. I can't wait to see her dress crumpled on my bedroom floor, Raina herself lying spent on my bed with my cum on her tits.
I take a look at the car, an ugly beast. Not that it matters much. It's got four wheels, it's good. I walk over to my bike quickly, pulling a wire and something to keep the door cracked from the storage compartment. I don't usually go around breaking into cars, but a man has to come prepared.
Raina runs up to me when she realizes what I'm doing. She tries to pry my hands away, but I shrug her off.
"Are you insane?" she demands. "This is Ed's car . Why can't we just—"
"He'll forgive you," I tell her. "The guy wants to bang you so much I was surprised he didn't blow his load seeing you. I think he'd be all right with this."
"Sure," Raina snaps. "You must be right. Let's ask him then. I'll run back inside, get the keys—"
"No time," I say. "We have to be on the move now. Ricky will have guys nearby. I don't doubt they're watching us now. If you go in, you won't come out."
I can feel her wince beside me, so hard her whole body starts shaking. She whips her head left and right, trying to see anyone, looking like a deer in the headlights.
And there, again. Her hands fly to cover her belly. I don't think Raina notices she's doing that, but it most certainly isn't a habit she's always had. There can't be many reasons why she'd pick this up now.
I grit my teeth, feeling my blood turn to liquid hate. She told me she's been avoiding Ricky since the night he came over, but a guy like that doesn't take "No" for an answer. If this is what I think it is, no wonder he wants her back. The thought alone makes me fucking sick.
I go back to work, keeping my thoughts to myself.
"Keep close," I say.
She obeys, pulling near me. Not knowing she might be protecting us both. I wasn't joking before. Ricky's guys aren't known for showing up on time. They come hours before, make entirely sure there isn't anything to interrupt the plan.
Only this time, I'm here.
I am sure they'd shoot me on sight if they had orders to do so and since they haven't, I'm guessing Raina doesn't have a target painted on her. Ricky wants her alive. It only proves my suspicions.
I don't think she'd take being live bait as a comfort.
There , I'm in. I tell Raina to get in the car and she hastens to obey. No more protests about Eddie's property.
Hot-wiring a car isn't as easy as it looks in the movies, but I had plenty of training in the Marines that has come in handy later in life. This was probably not what my instructors had in mind.
They kicked me out because of some bureaucratic bullshit, so I stopped giving a shit about what they may or may not think. Raina watches with a shocked expression, eyes still wildly glancing around. I'm almost done and the car shivers to life when I hear her scream.
"Lee!" she squeals.
The next second I hear glass breaking and sit back up. I was right. Give Ricky's guys one moment to move and they do. The fuckers are well-trained. One of them has smashed the window and is holding onto Raina through the hole, pulling her toward the door. His other hand is fumbling around with the handle. He's well-built, but nowhere near my level. I see beady little eyes, a cruel mouth, and a chain hanging around his neck.
Then I notice the second one, aiming a gun at my head through the windshield. I don't get any details, only a figure holding me at point. Instincts kick in. I don't
I hate the idea, but we can't take the bike. I look around.
"Your lover boy drives?" I ask.
"Huh?"
"Ed. Does he have a car?"
"Yes," she says, glaring at me again. "That black Toyota there. Why? And he's not my lover boy ."
One look at her tells me the girl doesn't have a clue about what she's doing to me, or any of the men around her. I can't wait to be alone with her. It's not the only reason I'm taking her to my place, but it's definitely a part of it. I can't wait to see her dress crumpled on my bedroom floor, Raina herself lying spent on my bed with my cum on her tits.
I take a look at the car, an ugly beast. Not that it matters much. It's got four wheels, it's good. I walk over to my bike quickly, pulling a wire and something to keep the door cracked from the storage compartment. I don't usually go around breaking into cars, but a man has to come prepared.
Raina runs up to me when she realizes what I'm doing. She tries to pry my hands away, but I shrug her off.
"Are you insane?" she demands. "This is Ed's car . Why can't we just—"
"He'll forgive you," I tell her. "The guy wants to bang you so much I was surprised he didn't blow his load seeing you. I think he'd be all right with this."
"Sure," Raina snaps. "You must be right. Let's ask him then. I'll run back inside, get the keys—"
"No time," I say. "We have to be on the move now. Ricky will have guys nearby. I don't doubt they're watching us now. If you go in, you won't come out."
I can feel her wince beside me, so hard her whole body starts shaking. She whips her head left and right, trying to see anyone, looking like a deer in the headlights.
And there, again. Her hands fly to cover her belly. I don't think Raina notices she's doing that, but it most certainly isn't a habit she's always had. There can't be many reasons why she'd pick this up now.
I grit my teeth, feeling my blood turn to liquid hate. She told me she's been avoiding Ricky since the night he came over, but a guy like that doesn't take "No" for an answer. If this is what I think it is, no wonder he wants her back. The thought alone makes me fucking sick.
I go back to work, keeping my thoughts to myself.
"Keep close," I say.
She obeys, pulling near me. Not knowing she might be protecting us both. I wasn't joking before. Ricky's guys aren't known for showing up on time. They come hours before, make entirely sure there isn't anything to interrupt the plan.
Only this time, I'm here.
I am sure they'd shoot me on sight if they had orders to do so and since they haven't, I'm guessing Raina doesn't have a target painted on her. Ricky wants her alive. It only proves my suspicions.
I don't think she'd take being live bait as a comfort.
There , I'm in. I tell Raina to get in the car and she hastens to obey. No more protests about Eddie's property.
Hot-wiring a car isn't as easy as it looks in the movies, but I had plenty of training in the Marines that has come in handy later in life. This was probably not what my instructors had in mind.
They kicked me out because of some bureaucratic bullshit, so I stopped giving a shit about what they may or may not think. Raina watches with a shocked expression, eyes still wildly glancing around. I'm almost done and the car shivers to life when I hear her scream.
"Lee!" she squeals.
The next second I hear glass breaking and sit back up. I was right. Give Ricky's guys one moment to move and they do. The fuckers are well-trained. One of them has smashed the window and is holding onto Raina through the hole, pulling her toward the door. His other hand is fumbling around with the handle. He's well-built, but nowhere near my level. I see beady little eyes, a cruel mouth, and a chain hanging around his neck.
Then I notice the second one, aiming a gun at my head through the windshield. I don't get any details, only a figure holding me at point. Instincts kick in. I don't
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