KILLER: An Unfit Hero Novel

by Faiman, Hayley

  Something in Louis seems to change almost instantly. Something takes over in him and it seems as though he’s finished playing. I watch as he begins to pummel Meetze, right, left, right, left, upper right, upper left.

  He switches from face to body shots, his body never slowing as he delivers one punch after the next until Meetze finally goes down.

  The crowd goes insane. The referee walks to the center, I hear him count then I watch as his hands slash in front of him before he reaches for Louis’ wrist and holds it straight up in the air.

  “Tulip, come,” Shawn barks.

  He gently wraps his fingers around my bicep and helps me stand to my wobbly high heeled feet before he guides me toward the ring.

  The security guards let us pass, and then I don’t know how it happens, there are a bunch of hands on me and somehow, I end up in the center of the boxing ring.

  Louis is right there, he turns to me, his arm falling from being held up and I feel it curve around my waist before he none-too-gently hauls me against his side.

  He spits his mouthguard out and then his mouth is on mine. I taste a mixture of salty sweat, metallic blood and him. I welcome it all as he slips his tongue into my mouth.

  I hear a bunch of reporters asking questions, but they are ignored. Louis breaks the kiss and his lips curve up into a grin.

  “Need you, baby,” he breathes.

  Holding out his hand. A towel appears and he brings it to my face, wiping off what I assume is blood and sweat before he tosses it to the floor.

  Without another word, I hear Gary telling everyone that Louis will be available for interviews during the press conference that is scheduled for tomorrow late-afternoon.

  I don’t hear much else because Louis takes a step back from me, bends down and shoves his shoulder into my belly before he hauls me up and over that shoulder.

  My arms hang down his back, grasping onto the waist of his silky little blue boxing shorts while his hand splays on my ass, covering my vagina, hopefully. Someone calls my name, so I lift my head with a smile.

  A camera flashes in my face and I know that they’ve taken a picture, one that I’m sure will be plastered all over the internet, but I can’t seem to care at this exact moment.

  All that I can think about is Louis filling me. It’s been a week since he’s been inside of me and I’m not ashamed to admit that I need to feel him.

  Louis swiftly walks away from the crowd, through some double doors and into a hallway. I don’t know where he’s going, but he’s on a mission to get there and I simply cannot wait. He opens another door and the noise from the arena is so muffled that I can hardly hear it.

  Slowly, he tugs me down from his shoulder and my entire body slides down his, touching the entire way until my feet hit the ground. “Need these off, baby,” he murmurs, holding up his glove covered hands.

  Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I take a step back and fumble with the gloves until I get them off. His hands are taped and I start to take the tape off of his hands when he grunts and shakes his head.

  “Tape can stay,” he growls, reaching for me. He wraps his hands around my hips and tugs me against his chest before he turns us around and presses my back against the wall.

  Lifting my hand, I cup his cheek, running my thumb across his bottom lip. “You were magnificent,” I exhale.

  My breath hitches on the end of my sentence. Louis picks me up and pushes me against the wall. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I groan when he shoves my dress up to my waist. The little thong panty I’m wearing is pushed to the side and two of his fingers fill me.

  The back of my head thuds against the door as I lift my hips, moaning at the feel of his fingers as they pump in and out of me.

  Reaching between us, I try to push those sexy little shorts off, but I fail. Louis chuckles, then in a flash his shorts and fingers have both disappeared. I feel the tip of his cock against my center and I clench my jaw, waiting for him.

  “Look at me,” he demands.

  Opening my eyes, the second they collide with his, he surges deep inside of me. I let out a cry at the same time he growls. He doesn’t just fuck me against the door. He fucks me against that door. It’s all I can do to just breathe as he ruthlessly pounds into me. He’s a man possessed, his eyes never leaving mine. It’s absolutely amazing.

  I come with a scream that rips throughout my body, but Louis doesn’t stop. His hips slam even harder into me, drawing out my orgasm with each grind of his pelvis against my clit.

  One of his hands is against my head on the door, the other is gripping one of my ass cheeks, his fingers digging into my flesh—hard.

  It’s perfection.

  “Harder,” I moan.

  His eyes widen, then his lips tip up and he drives into me even harder. I’m going to ache later, hell, I already do, but I don’t care. It all feels too good, too raw, too perfect to care.

  When he thrusts himself to the hilt and buries his face in my neck, I know that he’s seconds from his release.

  Louis’ cock twitches before I feel his release fill me, at the same time he groans against my sweat-soaked skin. His hips slowly move and he sighs, his mouth touching my neck, his tongue tasting as he rides the afterglow of his climax.

  Then when he lifts his head, his eyes search mine. I’m content, happy, and in so much fucking love it’s ridiculous.

  “You’re burning this dress,” he announces.

  My entire body stiffens and I open my mouth in shock to ask him why, but nothing comes out. His lips twitch, and he shifts his hips, his half-mast cock still inside of me.

  “Looks sexy as shit on you, baby. Gave me wood, which means the rest of the fucking world got chubbies when they saw you in it, too. Your ass was practically hangin’ out. I like it when you’re a little more covered and only I get to see all you got goin’ on.”

  “You sound like such a chauvinist, you know that, right?”

  Louis shifts his head closer to me, his lips touching mine. “I don’t care. Got no desire to have every man watching tonight take his hand to his dick thinkin’ about my woman.”

  “Louis,” I hiss. “Gross.”

  He snorts. “Truth, baby. Hottest piece in the place, and I know that camera was on you, lingered on you.”

  Sliding my tongue across his bottom lip, I nip the skin. “I don’t want to think about that, not now and not ever,” I whisper.

  He chuckles. “Next time you stay back here and watch on television.”

  He grins before his tongue fills my mouth, then as if he has some kind of herculean strength, he fucks me against that door, again.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  LOUIS

  I shouldn’t have allowed this. I should have canceled immediately. This morning, we slept late. So late, in fact, that we had just enough time to eat some lunch before I had to run off to my press conference.

  Most of the questions were about the fight, how I was dealing since Antoni’s death, until the end. The rest of the questions were about Tulip.

  I knew they would be coming and I’d braced for them, but somehow when a gossip reporter brought up her stripping, my entire body locked and I narrowed my eyes on the bitch. I had hoped that somehow, nobody would bring that up, ever.

  While I didn’t particularly care for Tulip showing her body, I understood why she needed to do it. That doesn’t mean that I ever liked it or that I ever want to talk about it, especially publicly.

  “We’re done,” Gary announces in the microphone when he senses my anger boiling.

  A few reporters shout out questions, but I ignore them as I stand up and leave the stage. Gary stops in front of me, opening his mouth, he shakes his head. “Too bad that fucker that tried to kidnap her didn’t get the job done.”

  My breath freezes in my lungs. Gary’s eyes widen and his lips part in awe as if he can’t believe that he said that shit aloud. Reaching for his shoulder, I clamp my hand down, and none too gently force him away from the crowd and tow
ard the small dressing room around the corner.

  Shoving him inside, I lock the door behind me. “What did you just say to me?” I ask on a rasp.

  Gary’s eyes are still wide, but something else washes over his features. It’s downright fucking ugly too. “Those sick fucking hicks wanted her. They were going to do whatever sick hicks do. They should have just taken her. I don’t understand how they couldn’t get the job done. It would have made my life, and yours, a hell of a lot easier.”

  “What do you know?” I ask, trying to keep my voice cool and calm.

  There’s a moment of silence, and Gary, somehow not thinking an ounce about self-preservation, shrugs a shoulder.

  “Do you think that things just happen when they do the way that they do? Everything comes from a very strategic plan. She wasn’t kidnapped when she was, just because. I was giving you an out, Louis. You are just too fucking stupid to take it.”

  Shaking my head, I lift my hand and wrap my fingers around the back of my neck. “I know you’re a dick, Gary. I just never thought you were this big of a dick. What the absolute fuck is wrong with you? How much were you in with them?”

  My voice is calm, my tone flat, but inside I’m full of red-hot rage. I won’t act on it, though. It’s not worth it, Gary is a man who only understands one thing. Money. So that’s where I’ll hit him. Our business together is severed. I don’t care if I’m in contract with him. I will find a way out, believe it.

  “Met Silas and Mark at the strip club when I was checking her out. Could have given them a little nudge. I didn’t think they’d hurt her. Hell, I figured she’d like them just fine, a small town girl like her needs to be with her own kind.”

  “We’re done, Gary. You’ll be hearing from my attorney very soon.”

  He opens his mouth to say something, maybe threaten or possibly beg me to change my mind. I give him a sharp shake of my head, a silent warning to keep his fucking mouth shut and I’m thankful when he does.

  Without a word, I leave and take a cab back to my apartment where I know that Tulip is getting ready for dinner with my mom and stepfather. Another fucking event that I should have never agreed to, or canceled.

  Walking into my place, I’m surprised to walk into a quiet apartment. Closing and locking the door behind me, I frown, wondering if she’s overslept. We’re supposed to leave for dinner in fifteen minutes, if she’s overslept, we’re going to be fucking late.

  I decide instantly that I’m not going to tell her anything about the situation with Gary. I’m going to handle it quietly. She doesn’t need any more shit thrown at her. Enough is enough and I’m going to protect her the best way that I know how.

  Stalking into the bedroom, I freeze at the sight in front of me. Tulip hasn’t overslept. She’s completely dressed, but her back is to me as she stares out the bedroom window at the cityscape below.

  “Tullie?” I ask, my voice deep and full of the concern that I feel.

  She looks at me from over her shoulder. I take in her face, unsure of the expression that she’s wearing. I wish that I could read every single thought that enters her mind, but I can’t. Maybe someday I’ll be able to, but not yet.

  She turns around, and it’s then that I notice the dress. It’s black and tight, thankfully not as short as the blue number she wore last night.

  “Are you sorry that you chose me, Louis?” she oddly asks.

  Shaking my head, I stay frozen in my spot, unsure of where this is leading. “Never, baby. Would have had you even sooner if you’d have let me,” I admit, being completely honest.

  I watch as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and without a word, she sinks to her knees. I let out a grunt, watching as she unbuttons, unzips and pushes my pants and boxers down to my knees.

  “Tulip?” I breathe.

  She lifts her eyes, looking up at me between her lashes. “Thank you for loving me, Louis. Thank you for everything.”

  She opens her mouth and I groan as she takes me down her throat. Sifting my fingers through her hair at the side of her head, I guide her along my cock, trying really fucking hard to control myself and not shove my dick completely down her throat.

  I don’t know why she’s on her knees for me right now, but I’m not about to question it either. Closing my eyes, I tug on her hair a bit when I’m close. She doesn’t let up, she sucks me deeper, harder and wetter. I let out a groan right before I come down her throat.

  My knees almost give out on me before she stands and wraps her arms around my waist. I look down into her pretty blue eyes, seeing fucking stars as she beams up at me.

  “What was that about?” I ask.

  She shrugs a shoulder. “I saw the interview, watched how you shut all that talk down. It was sexy, I just wanted to show my appreciation.”

  “We need to leave in about ten minutes and I don’t have enough time to show you my appreciation for just being the woman that you are,” I inform her.

  “You can make it up to me tonight,” she breathes.

  I grunt. “After meeting my stepfather, I have no doubt that I’ll be making up for a lot of fuckin’ shit.”

  “I’m sure it will be wonderful.” She smiles.

  Shaking my head, I lean down and touch my mouth to hers. I doubt it will be wonderful, what tonight will be is tolerable and the only reason I’ll tolerate any of it is because I love my mother, even if she makes shit choices in men.

  “You ready?” she asks, taking a step back from me.

  Reaching down, I hitch my pants over my hips. “Gotta put something nicer on. Be just a minute, baby.”

  It doesn’t take me long to change. Jogging into my closet, I pull out a pair of nice navy suit pants and a long sleeve button-down light gray shirt. Leaving my collar open by a few buttons and part of my chest exposed, I slip into my favorite dark brown ostrich ankle dress boots.

  Grabbing my favorite Bulgari watch, I wrap it around my wrist before securing it, then reach for my single thick gold chain. When I’m in Texas, I don’t get the chance to wear this kind of stuff. It’s been so long since I’ve put all this shit on, it all feels a bit uncomfortable—strange.

  I’m finishing securing my cufflinks when I hear Tulip gasp lightly. Lifting my head, I look at her. She’s standing across the room from me, her eyes wide as she stares at me in shock, maybe even a little awe.

  “Ready?” I ask.

  She shakes her head, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips. “You look fantastic,” she breathes.

  Smirking, I straighten the arm of my shirt before closing the distance between us. Wrapping my hands around her waist, I tug her against my chest. Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers with a brush of my lips.

  “I like nice shit sometimes. Don’t get to wear it much in Texas, so I don’t keep it there, but soon it’ll all be there, next to your shit,” I mutter.

  “You’re way fancier than I am,” she points out, wrinkling her nose as she looks up at me.

  Shaking my head, I touch my lips to her cute as fuck scrunched up nose. “Buy you whatever fancy shit you want, baby. But honest to God, I like you just the way you fuckin’ are. Fancy shit doesn’t make a goddamn difference.”

  “Even if I bought all my clothes from Walmart?” she asks.

  “Makes no goddamn difference to me. You look good in everything you wear, you’re sweet and kind. You look at me like I’m fuckin’ special and for no other reason than you just do. You don’t ask me for anything, except respect and love and I give that freely. So, Tullie, wear whatever the fuck you want, but not that blue dress, I draw the line on that.”

  Her eyes widen before she throws back her head in laughter. It’s so fucking beautiful that all I can do is watch her, soak her in and take in the sound of her laughter echoing off of my walls and memorize it.

  TULIP

  The restaurant is fancy, like really fancy and I’m glad that Gary sent over a stylist yesterday for the fight, so that I was able to wear Laurie’s black dress tonight. I glance ov
er at Louis as we walk up to the front door. He’s still got cuts and bruises all over his face, but he’s never looked sexier.

  He squeezes my hand and I return the gesture as we walk up to the hostess station. The girl lifts her eyes to meet ours and when they land on Louis they widen before her lips turn up into a coy and seductive smile.

  “Hello Mr. Kingston, your usual table?”

  I frown, wondering just how many times he’s come to this fancy-ass place. Maybe I’m slightly in over my head when it comes to him. I’m not used to the fancy clothes and everything that comes with being Louis Kingston, I’m used to my Louie.

  I’m thinking about that, about everything except the fact that I’m about to meet his mother when the hostess stops abruptly at our table. She dips her chin, then shuffles to the side and I’m left standing in front of who I assume is Louis’ mother and stepfather.

  “Mom,” Louis murmurs.

  The woman stands to her feet and I notice immediately that she’s short. I would have thought that the woman who birthed Louis would be at least a little taller. She’s around five-foot-three and round, but not in an unattractive way.

  She’s curvy and soft, her dark hair is piled into a bun at the top of her head, her makeup light, her skin a gorgeous complexion that is a few shades darker than Louis, and her eyes are focused nowhere but on me, even as Louis pulls her in for a hug.

  “You must be the girl who has stolen my son’s heart,” she all but snaps.

  Blinking, I stare at her for a moment before I extend my hand and offer it to her to shake. “I’m Tulip Fischer,” I offer with a smile.

  She tilts her head to the side but doesn’t take my offered hand. Letting my arm fall, I look up to Louis in confusion, but he isn’t paying any attention to me or his mother, his focus is on the man who hasn’t even bothered to stand, or look up from the bread appetizer and cocktail that he has in front of him.

  “Let’s sit down,” I whisper up to Louis.

  His entire body jerks and his eyes come down to me, they’re so green, full of what I can now read as anger and he nods.