BULL: A Secret Baby Sports Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  The girl in his lap started screaming as she was covered in blood. The other men began to push back from the table, but they were just too slow.

  I aimed and fired at the next man, killing him instantly, spraying his girl with blood. The girls had gotten up and were trying to run away as the men stood, whirling to face me.

  I shot the next man in the chest twice. He dropped back onto the table, blood pooling around him, turning the green money red.

  The girls were screaming and had all huddled at the back of the room. Dante had his weapon out as I calmly turned toward him.

  “Drop it,” I said simply.

  “What the fuck are you doing, Brooks?” he asked.

  “Ask yourself this, Dante. You’re drunk and it looks like you’re fucking scared. Do you think you can put a bullet in my head before I put one in yours? Which of us is the killer here?”

  He gaped at me. “Why?” he asked, clearly shocked.

  “Put the gun down, Dante. Put it down now.”

  He slowly lowered his arm. “Brooks, what’s happening?”

  I walked over to him, keeping my gun leveled at his head. I reached out and took the gun from his hand.

  “On your knees,” I said.

  “Fuck you.”

  I kicked him hard in the knee, toppling him down. He groaned in pain as I hit him again.

  “On your knees, Dante,” I said.

  He slowly got to his knees. “You’re making a big fucking mistake. You think killing me is going to keep that girl safe?”

  I pressed my gun against his skull. “Yes, I do. It also helps that Gian wanted me to do this.”

  He turned toward me. “What?”

  I grinned at him. “That’s right. You’ve outlived your usefulness, Dante.”

  “You fucking cunt.”

  “I hope you burn in hell for all the fucking women you’ve ruined.”

  “Son of a—”

  I shot him in the skull before he could finish his sentence.

  His body toppled over, and I stood there, breathing deeply, surveying the room.

  All in all, pretty good work. Not my best, but pretty good. I shouldn’t have given that one guy an opportunity to get a shot off, and if Dante weren’t so shocked he would have been able to fire back at me too, but overall, some pretty clean shooting.

  The ground was sticky with blood.

  I looked over at the girls standing in the corner, terrified.

  “English?” I asked.

  None of them answered.

  “Do any of you speak English?” I barked again.

  “I do,” one girl said. “They don’t. I translated.”

  “Take this money,” I said. “Take it and get these girls out of the fucking city. Get out tonight and don’t look back. You’re dead otherwise.”

  “Why?” she asked. “Why do this?”

  I shrugged. “It’s my job and I’m good at it. Now go.”

  The girl spoke quickly to the others. They glanced at me nervously but complied. They went over to the table, pushed the goon’s body off onto the floor, and began to stuff money into their pockets. They’d have some trouble passing those blood-covered bills, but a lot of it hadn’t been ruined yet. They’d have plenty to start new lives.

  I glanced down at Dante’s body. That bastard. If he’d had his way, he would have used each and every one of them up until they were dead. These were people with lives and feelings, and Dante treated them like cattle.

  Soon the girls were gone, and I was left alone in that room.

  The magnitude of what was next hit me in that moment. I had just killed a territory boss, a pretty powerful man in the mob. Gian would give me control of all of this if I wanted it. All I had to do was call him right now and tell him that it was done, and then this place plus everything around it was mine.

  I’d finally be a true boss in the mob, not just a killer and a hit man anymore, but a boss who ran a territory. I’d have my own killers and hit men, my own goons and thugs and more.

  For some reason, I felt nothing.

  This was supposed to be my moment. As I stood in the room surrounded by death, knowing that this was the most powerful I’d ever been, I just felt empty.

  I’d worked damn hard for this moment. I was loyal to the mob, had done my job mercilessly and well for a long time. And now I’d just done one final difficult job, and this was my moment to enjoy the rewards.

  But I couldn’t. As I stood there and tried to picture myself as the next leader of the territory, I couldn’t imagine it. There was no excitement, no joy. I’d felt more when I let those girls go than I did trying to envision myself as an important boss in the Barone family.

  And so instead of calling Gian and telling him that it was done, I left. I walked out of the room, went back out into the street, and walked home.

  It was that simple. I didn’t bother returning the car I had borrowed, since it was parked down the street from a mob base. I’d call Gian later and let him know what had happened, and I’d tell him that I wasn’t going to take the job.

  I’d made my decision. As I walked through the streets, slowly moving along the familiar city streets, I knew I wasn’t taking the job. I wasn’t becoming a boss.

  That meant I didn’t know what I was going to become. I didn’t know if I’d remain a hit man or what Gian was going to do. I didn’t even know if I could turn this position down or if Gian was going to try to silence me as well for this. There was just no precedent for this. Nobody had ever turned down a promotion like this before.

  But I didn’t give a fuck. I lived my life according to what felt good, and it didn’t feel good to imagine myself as the boss of this territory.

  I was a gun, a killer. As I walked home, and the city slowly started to speed up again, I knew that was all I’d ever be.

  But at least Emma was safe. I couldn’t wait to see her, to tell her that she was completely free. I didn’t know what she’d do, but I wanted to find out.

  Even if nothing else came out of this, even if Gian decided to try to kill me, at least Emma was going to be safe.

  My job was finally fucking done.

  28

  Emma

  I knocked on Louisa’s door, nervousness filling my stomach.

  I spent all night half sleeping, half worrying about Brooks. I didn’t know why, but after he disappeared, I suddenly felt like I had lost something important. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, wondering what kind of decision I wanted to make, how I wanted to live my life.

  But he was gone. Around six in the morning, I couldn’t keep pretending like I was going to actually get a decent amount of sleep, and so I got out of bed, ordered some breakfast from room service, and set myself to the task of deciding my future.

  The truth was, I had no real prospects. I didn’t have money or an education. I was qualified to work as a waitress, but I couldn’t imagine doing that my entire life. I didn’t have anything else going for me, and the world was a hard place. In some ways, living with my father was comforting. He sheltered me from the worst of it sometimes, or at least he provided a house.

  Now though, I was lost. As my food arrived and I drank some delicious black coffee, I could already feel the decision forming inside me. It terrified me, but it also made me feel right, comforted.

  Louisa was right. She could give me purpose. Maybe she was wrong about Brooks, but she was right about me. I didn’t have anything else, but Louisa and the Spider’s could give my life some meaning.

  Before any of this happened, my only worry was getting out. My only dream was escaping my father and living a life outside his control. I didn’t need dreams or purpose because I was so restricted and sheltered. I hadn’t even been able envision what life would be like outside that house anymore.

  But now, everything had changed. I had to decide what I wanted to be, who I wanted to be. I couldn’t stop picturing Brooks’s face the first time I saw him, the anger and the fear melting away as he tried to get me t
o hide. He was so beautiful and strong, the strongest person I’d ever met. He even had something that Louisa couldn’t touch, some part of him that Louisa clearly didn’t see or didn’t understand. It glowed, and I was better for its warmth.

  But I couldn’t live my life waiting for him. He was going to get promoted in the mob, and I was going to move on and do something else. I didn’t know what he wanted from me, and I was afraid to ask for anything more from him.

  I didn’t know what it meant to feel this way about him, but I was afraid, scared of everything. I was afraid to face this world that I barely understood alone.

  The door slowly opened and Louisa smiled at me. “I thought you’d show up.”

  “I’m here,” I said.

  “Come in.”

  I followed her inside, shutting the door behind me. Her room looked similar to mine, except she had only a single couch in the living room. The rest of the space was covered in electronic equipment, wiring, computers, monitors, and a bunch of things I couldn’t recognize.

  Louisa flopped down onto the couch. “So?” she asked.

  I stood nervously in front of her. “Well, I’m here about your offer.”

  “I know you are.”

  “I want to take it.”

  “Good,” she said. “You can get started immediately.”

  “Wait, I mean, I want to, but I’m not sure that I can.”

  She frowned. “What’s holding you back, Emma?”

  “I don’t know,” I admitted. “I don’t really know you, and I don’t really know your organization. I don’t know if I can just join you.”

  “You saw what we do,” she said. “You were at our safe house. You got to look closer than most people. That says more than I ever could.”

  I nodded. “I know. I believe that you’re trying to do good things, but that can’t be it. You have to be doing more.”

  “Maybe we are. You’ll have to come find that out.”

  “That’s exactly the problem, Louisa. I have nothing and nowhere to turn. This just seems like it’s too good to be true.”

  Louisa nodded. “I understand, Emma. I can’t keep trying to convince you.” She stood up and walked over to her computers before stopping and looking back at me. “I’ll say one more thing. This city, and all the cities like it, they eat people up and spit them out. People can be horrible, miserable to each other, and women get the brunt of that horror sometimes. It’s not right, but it is the way of things.

  “When I say I want to give power to the powerless, I mean it. I’m not trying to be some feminist warrior, but I am fighting for justice. There is profit in justice, of course, but it’s not the way you might be thinking. I can’t tell you all of our secrets unless you join, but if you join, I can promise that you’ll be told everything. And you won’t want to walk away.”

  I stared at her, and I suddenly could see it all. I could see the women just like me in shitty houses all over the city, getting their asses beaten just because they were a little smaller, a little weaker. I could see the girls getting abducted in other countries and hooked on drugs. I could see the girls working on the corner because they didn’t have any other way out.

  I could picture them all, endless people, and not just women. There were men forced to make hard choices, forced to do things they would never want to do. I was being offered something here, something not many people got. I could help break the cycle.

  “Okay,” I said to her. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

  “Are you sure?” she asked.

  “I’m sure.”

  “There’s no turning back from here. Once you leave and go to the safe house, you’re a part of this.”

  “I understand,” I said, feeling a resolve in my chest.

  “Okay then,” she said. “Go back to your room. Gather your things. I’ll come get you soon.”

  I nodded. “Thank you, Louisa.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  She sat down at a computer and began typing, almost as if I weren’t there anymore.

  I stared at her for a second and then turned and left the room. I walked quickly back toward my own apartment, nervous energy bubbling over.

  I didn’t have any things back in the room, just the clothes on my back and a future. That was more than I used to have, since a future meant possibility. Before, I was stuck getting abused every day by my pathetic, drunken father. I had no real possibility, no real future. But now anything could happen.

  I felt hopeful. I felt like I was finally doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing.

  I pushed open the apartment door and stopped in my tracks, all of that excitement and hope suddenly disappearing.

  “You look surprised to see me,” Brooks said.

  I stared at him as I slowly closed the door. He was leaning up against the far wall, his arms crossed, wearing all black. He looked as handsome as ever, and I felt my heart instantly begin to beat faster in my chest.

  This was that feeling I couldn’t shake. As soon as I laid eyes on him, it appeared in my body again, shining and real. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to run away from him or toward him.

  “I thought you left,” I said.

  “Had something to do.”

  I nodded. “For your promotion?”

  “Something like that.”

  I took a step into the room. “That’s good, I guess. I mean, I’m happy for you, Brooks.”

  He smirked at me. “You’re talking like we’re fucking strangers or something. You already forget what it’s like to have my tongue between your legs?”

  “I’m just happy for you, I guess,” I said, ignoring his comment.

  “More like you’re happy for yourself. Now that I’m back, you can get another taste of my cock, feel what it’s like to come hard as you slide yourself down along me.”

  “I’m not sure I have time for that,” I said.

  He took a few steps toward me. “You always have time,” he grunted. “Not like I need long to get you off.”

  “Is that all you wanted?” I asked, suddenly annoyed. “You disappear and then come back just trying to get in my pants?”

  “No,” he said. “That’s not why I’m here. It’s just an added benefit.”

  “Skip to the point then, Brooks.”

  “Come on, girl,” he said, walking over to me. I tried to step away, but he caught my arm, pulling me against him. “Don’t act like you’re not wet. I can feel your heart beating.”

  I took a deep breath, getting a nose full of his scent. I loved how strong he was pulling me against him, his ripped body, his intense gaze. He sucked me in with every second he kept me pressed against him.

  “I don’t have time for this,” I said.

  “Sure you do,” he whispered. “You always have time.”

  I ran my hands down his chest and stopped. There was something wet on his black shirt.

  I pulled my hand away. It was red and sticky.

  It was blood.

  I stepped back away from him. “Are you hurt?” I asked.

  He shook his head. “Not my blood.”

  I frowned. “So you went out to do a job for them?”

  “Something like that.”

  “Stop being so vague, Brooks,” I said, feeling my anger rising again. “What do you want? Why are you here?”

  “I’m here for you,” he said. “I’m not taking that fucking promotion.”

  I gaped at him, not sure what to say. I didn’t understand what he meant when he said that he’d come back for me. The fact that he was still killing for the mob made me worried. If he said he wasn’t going to take the promotion, then I didn’t understand who he was out murdering for them.

  “Whose blood is this?” I asked him.

  “Dante’s,” he said. “He was the last person who knew about you, or at least the last one who cared.”

  “Wasn’t he the guy you had to kill to get the promotion?”

  He nodded. “Yes, but I’m not taking that promotion.”
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  “Why?” I asked him. “I don’t understand.”

  “All of this,” he said. “One second the mob wants me dead, and the next they’re going to promote me? This whole damn thing is insane.”

  “You’re a killer, Brooks,” I whispered. “Now you worry about all of this being crazy?”

  His eyes got hard. “I did what I had to do, girl. Don’t start trying to judge me now. You didn’t seem to mind what I could do back when I was saving your life.”

  “I’m not judging you. I’m just trying to understand you.”

  “There’s nothing to understand.”

  I turned and walked a few steps away from him. I wanted to turn back, but there was just so much between us now, so much left unspoken. I heard him come up behind me.

  “Why are you so fucking scared?” he asked me.

  “I joined the Spiders,” I said.

  I could practically feel him tense. “When?”

  “Just before I walked back into this room.”

  “That’s what you want?”

  I turned back around and felt like someone had slapped me in the face. The hurt and the anger was so clear in his expression that it nearly overwhelmed me.

  “I have nothing else,” I said. “Do you really still think Louisa is bad?”

  “Not bad,” he said. “Just playing a game we don’t understand.”

  “She admitted that much, but she said she’d explain everything to me.”

  “I just don’t trust her.”

  “It’s too late for that,” I said. “I’m committed. I have nothing else in my life, no other meaning. I’ve lived for so long in fear, and now for the first time I get to make my own choices and go wherever I want. Louisa and the Spiders can give me purpose, maybe even fulfill me.”

  “God damn,” he said. “You really are terrified. You’re jumping at the first damn offer you get. You think there’s nothing else for you in this world? It’s a much bigger fucking place than you think.”

  “Maybe,” I whispered. “Maybe I am scared. But I’m less scared when I think about being a part of something bigger than myself.”