Silver and Chrome: A Bad Boy MC Romance

by St. Clair, Aubrey

  She hadn't expected Linda Slater to call her and want to finally talk, but after a month of only getting bits and pieces out of the woman, she had been reluctant to turn her away. When Amber met her that first time at a coffee shop in Joel's old neighborhood, his mother had been wary. It had been a long time since she had heard anything about her son and although she seemed eager to hear about his life, which seemed strange after what Joel had said about her, she was also very close lipped about the past. Amber figured that after what the family had been through, she had been reluctant to talk to a stranger about it.

  But Amber had been relentless, going to visit or calling Linda on the phone at least once or twice a week, always when Joel was training, and slowly she could tell that the older woman was becoming more and more comfortable with her. She certainly never turned Amber away, and asked a lot of questions about Joel. She was very interested in what had happened to him that night that he'd left, how he'd gotten by over the years, and what his feelings were about his mother. Amber didn't think there was a reason to soften the blow in regards to that last issue given how they'd treated Joel, and yet Linda seemed to take the news of his hatred very hard. It was perplexing.

  But as much information as she asked of Amber, she was reluctant to give anything back. That is, until this morning when she called Amber's cell phone out of the blue. She said that it was because Joel's birthday was coming up, and that was always a particularly hard time for her. She didn't want to go for another year without seeing him again. Amber told her that meeting him wasn't a good idea, and that was when she decided to open up.

  The conversation spun through her head, distracting her from everything else. She needed to just focus on getting to the club and what, if anything, to tell Joel. She hadn't agreed with Linda about seeing him just yet, although the woman was quite adamant. Amber wasn't sure how much longer she could put her off, but she definitely didn't think right before his big fight this weekend was the best time.

  She arrived at the club and pulled into the busy parking lot, stopping in the shadow of the towering Rock House sign. She was impressed with the building, it was a lot bigger than she had pictured it.

  "Hello," said a friendly looking young woman who was standing at the door to greet her as she walked in. "Are you a friend of someone at the club?" The good looking blond had her hair tied back in a ponytail and wore a tight fitting tank top that showed off her very muscular arms. Amber wondered whether she trained there. Joel had never mentioned any women at the club.

  "Um, yes, hi. I'm with Joel. Joel Slater. I'm his girlfriend." She hated that she felt the need to add that last part in, but the blond intimidated her and she wasn't happy that Joel hadn't mentioned that there were girls here. He did spent a lot of time at this club, after all.

  "Great. I think he's over on the mats, doing some sparring. You can just follow behind the ropes to the far end of the facility," she said with a smile, pointing. "Just stay on this side of the ropes so as not to disturb the training, and try to keep any noise to a minimum. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me or anyone on your side of the ropes wearing a Rock House shirt or uniform."

  "Okay, thanks," Amber said, returning the smile and heading toward the fighters. The girl seemed very friendly, and Amber felt guilty about her earlier twinge of jealousy.

  She had to press through a number of spectators, mainly men, to get to the other end of the club. The size of the place was impressive, and there were fighters everywhere. Some were lifting weights or kicking a heavy bag, others were stretching, and there were even some fighting within the full size rings that she had noticed when she first came in.

  The majority, however, were sparring on the mats and all of them wearing similar outfits and headgear. It was impossible to even determine which one was Joel.

  "Amber!"

  She turned to see Shawn Rock approaching , walking just inside the rope to keep out of the way of the fights.

  "Hi Shawn," she said, smiling broadly. She'd always have a soft spot for Shawn Rock after what he'd done for Joel.

  "My wife Sarah mentioned you'd just arrived," he said. "Does Joel know you're here yet?"

  His wife? Amber let out a little relieved breath. "No, I don't even know which one he is?"

  Shawn laughed and turned to scan the fighters behind him. It took him a moment, but then he pointed. "Over there. He's fighting with Blake. He's definitely come a long way in the last couple of months."

  "Do you think he's... I mean, the fight this weekend..."

  Shawn nodded, still looking out at the men on the floor. "I think he's ready to fight Carlos. Certainly a lot more so than he would have been during that first tournament. And even then it would have been a pretty interesting match to watch.

  "You know, when he first approached me with the idea of setting up a match between Rock House and Golden Dragon, I was hesitant. I knew what his initial motivations were. But then he explained how we could turn it into a big event, a rivalry between the two training camps that would drive business to both... well, I'm glad I listened to him." Shawn gestured at all the people standing around.

  "Last time we had an open house, we didn't have half these numbers. I think anticipation about this weekend has been very good for the club. I think Joel has a good head for promotion. Anyway, if you'll excuse me." Shawn gave her a quick smile as he returned the way he'd come.

  Amber nodded back and then turned to watch Joel spar with the bigger man he was up against. She wasn't so keen on the idea of him matching up with Carlos either when she had first heard the idea. The difference was, she hadn't come around to it much more since then. Carlos seemed like a mean son of a bitch, and every time Joel had to fight anyone she felt sick with tension and worry. The one saving grace was that this time it wasn't a tournament. Joel would only fight once, as would everyone else who fought that night. Less fights meant less chance of injury. At least I hope that's what it means.

  She saw his opponent, Blake, hit Joel with a right hook and then pounce, taking her boyfriend to the ground. The two rolled around a bit, but then Joel somehow ended up on top with the other man's arm between his legs as he twisted. Blake tapped firmly on Joel's back and then Joel let go. The two men parted and stood up, loosening their helmets.

  As their heads became visible she saw them talking to each other. Blake didn't have a very happy look on his face, but she did see him give what looked like a begrudging nod to Joel as he turned and walked away. Joel turned as well, and she waved to get his attention. He waved back and started to make his way toward her.

  Despite the fear she felt any time he stepped up to another opponent, Amber couldn't deny the other feeling she had. There was definitely something thrilling in seeing her man take down someone else, especially when his opponent was bigger and stronger looking. She almost felt ashamed, but she had to admit that it turned her on just a little bit. If he did end up pounding the hell out of that asshole Carlos, he might have another wrestling match to look forward to that night.

  Joel looked at her funny as he approached, so she did her best to stifle the silly grin she felt starting to grow across her face.

  Chapter Fifty-Two

  Joel

  Joel knew that Marcus Flores was just playing a mind game when he agreed to this bout only under the condition that they do it at his club again. In a way it made sense, though. Joel and Carlos would get a rematch to the finale that never was at Golden Dragon Dojos, where the original had taken place. There was already a built in audience for that, and it would have been silly to disregard that fact.

  But he also knew that Carlos was Marcus' man, and letting him fight on his own turf while pulling Joel back into the place where he'd ended up so injured was also a way to try to fuck with his head. Carlos was the prize fighter of the Tiger Strike team which, Joel hadn't realized at the time, was also run by Marcus. Effectively Tiger Strike and Golden Dragons were the same entity, the latter just existing separately to be able to also reap the
financial benefits of also training non MMA-hopefuls.

  He sat in the bleachers with Amber, waiting for the place to fill up and everyone else to arrive. The setup was the same as before with the ring in the middle and the black curtain separating off the fighters from the crowd. The only difference this time was that in the back there was a second black curtain separating Tiger Strike from Rock House. It was a good idea, as there was a lot of bad blood between the two groups, even aside from Joel and Carlos. In fact, many of the fights on the card tonight had been long simmering grudge matches between members of the opposing camps.

  "Nervous?" Amber asked him. Her hand was resting on his thigh and she gave it a little squeeze as she spoke.

  He shrugged. "Not really." It wasn't nerves as much as anticipation. He just wanted his fists to connect with Carlos' face a few times.

  They sat in silence, watching the crowd filter in and get seated until Marcus and Shawn made their way into the center of the ring and began to talk. The two of them announced the line-up, and gave plugs to their training camps at the same time, anxious to wring as much publicity out of the event as possible. Joel had no problem with that, he knew that was the primary reason the whole thing was happening in the first place. That was how he'd sold Shawn on the idea, after all.

  The judges were then announced. Both Shawn and Marcus both discussed the three officials, with each man being able to veto a suggestion if they thought there was a potential for bias. They ended up agreeing on David Page, a DJ from a local sports radio station; Amin Zofu, a newspaper sports columnist; and Fiona Gelles, a former ring girl from many televised MMA events. Fiona was a gorgeous blond that Joel thought looked familiar when he saw her. He'd obviously paid more attention to the ring girls when he'd watched pay per view fights than he'd ever admit to Amber, who he noticed was giving him a sidelong glance as Fiona was being announced.

  "Well, I better get back there," he said, giving Amber a quick kiss on the lips.

  "Good luck," she said, reaching out and grabbing his hand. She seemed reluctant to let it go as he pulled away to head to the curtains. He couldn't blame her, after what had happened last time. He'd ended that night in a pretty bad state, but he had no intention of ending things similarly tonight. If anyone left on a stretcher, it would be Carlos.

  Joel had never felt more prepared for a fight. He'd been training harder this past month than ever before, working on adding power as well as technique to his game.

  He pushed past the curtains and joined his fellow Rock House team behind the curtain. Blake looked up as he entered and gave him a little nod, walking toward him. "You ready for tonight, Slater?"

  Joel nodded at the tattooed team lead.

  "Yeah, I think you might be after all. Watch out though. I've seen Carlos fight a few times. Don't get cocky. He's a tough son of a bitch." He nodded again and walked off to talk with Kingston. Coming from Blake, that was just about the highest praise he could expect. The man had softened considerably toward Joel since they'd first met.

  "Did I hear that right, did Blockhead actually say you might be ready to fight Carlos?" Joel turned to see Chris smiling at him as the man raised his fist and bumped it to Joel's. "I think you might have injured him permanently the last time you put him in a headlock."

  Joel lifted a lip in a half smile. "Blake's okay," he said.

  "Man, I gotta go and see if pigs are flying, I'll be right back," Chris said, laughing as he clapped Joel on the back and walked away to mingle with the other fighters.

  The announcer began to talk, and then he heard him start to call out the names of the first two fighters. Rorie McMahon was up, and he soon disappeared through the curtain. Let the games begin.

  Chapter Fifty-Three

  Amber

  She didn't know what was worse, waiting for Joel's match to come or actually hearing his name and knowing it was about to begin. She'd watched each fight with a growing tension, as Joel's turn grew closer. Now that it was only a few minutes away, the anticipation had formed a knot in her stomach that she knew wouldn't be gone until the night was done and Joel was safely in her arms at home, in bed. He had a way of working on all of the little knots in her body that actually created an increase in tension at first, but always left her much more relaxed by the end.

  She was smiling to herself as she thought about some of those releases when a commotion at the end of the bleachers distracted her. The crowd to her right were standing up as someone was pushing their way past.

  She stood to let the person by as well, but when she came into view Amber gasped and fell back down into her seat. What the hell was Linda Slater doing here?

  When Joel's mother saw her, she gave her a thin smile and then squeezed herself in next to Amber. Her long, dirty blond hair was pulled back and tied into a loose pony tail, leaving her blue eyes free to look apologetically at her son's girlfriend.

  "What are you doing here?" Amber whispered, as soon as Linda was seated. There was no one listening or who would even care within earshot, but she felt like she had to keep her voice down or somehow Joel would come rushing out from the back swinging his arms wildly or something. She had to get rid of his mother before he saw her.

  "Well, you weren't letting me talk to Joel and I told you, I need to. It's been long enough. I won't wait any longer."

  The apologetic look had faded now, replaced by defiance as she was forced to justify herself.

  "How did you even know where I was?"

  "I'm not stupid," Linda said. "Although Joel might have expressed differently to you, god knows he has every right to believing it. You've mentioned enough things about him over the last month that I was able to put the pieces together. You said he had a big fight this weekend, and this was the only one I could find around town anyway." She shrugged.

  "You have to leave, Linda. I'm serious, if Joel sees you-"

  "I'm not leaving now that I know my boy is here," she cut her off. "I haven't seen him in years, and after the way he left I didn't think I'd ever see him again. You don't know what this last month has been like, knowing he was out there and finding out what he really thinks about me. I mean, I knew what he must think, but it's different once you hear it's true."

  "Linda, if Joel-"

  "There ain't nothing you can say that will change my mind, Amber," she argued. "I'm sorry if you think Joel will be mad at you for finding me, but what's done is done. Anyway, there's no way he'll ever be as mad at you as he is at me. And I just can't live with that anymore. I want to talk to him. I want a chance to explain."

  "And you'll get that chance, I promise. Just not now. This fight is important and if he sees you, it will distract him for sure. It could throw him off his game. He's fighting someone very big and strong and even without a distraction I'm worried about his safety."

  "And you think telling me that he might be in danger is going to make me want to leave?" she asked. "Anyway, I've seen my Joel in a lot of fights and trust me, he's learned to handle himself."

  "Mrs. Slater, with all due respect, this fight is a lot different than with... than the fights you've seen Joel in."

  "All the same," she said, turning her head to look out at the empty ring. "If Joel is going to be fighting tonight, I'm going to be here for him when it's done, win or lose. That's not something I've always been able to do for him, but I can do it this time."

  Amber sighed, closing her eyes and terrified at what Joel was going to do when he saw his mother. This isn't going to end well for any of us.

  Chapter Fifty-Four

  Joel

  "You ready for this?" Shawn Rock was standing in front of Joel, his eyes gleaming.

  "I am," he replied. "I have been for a long time."

  "Cool, cool. Listen, I just heard something interesting. Apparently there are a couple of scouts out there in the audience tonight. Carlos has a TV deal with Titan and they sent some execs out to watch his fight."

  "So what does that mean?"

  Shawn got a sly little smile
. "Well, look, I'm just saying that if Carlos was to get his ass handed to him out there, I wonder how eager they would be to put him on television." He laughed. "Then again, you never know. Every fight has to have a loser. But it would still take some of the smug look off of that fucker's face, anyway."

  The announcer called Joel's name and Shawn patted him on the back. "Anyway, go out there and do your best. We both know you're good enough for this fight. Time to show Carlos."

  Joel nodded and parted the curtains as he strode through, ready and as confident as he thought possible. He felt strong and ready to put on a good show, anxious to finally be getting into the ring against his nemesis. He quickly scanned the crowd for Amber, hoping to give her a confident smile that would reassure her that everything was going to be okay.