BOUND TO A KILLER: A Second Chance MMA Romance

by Evelyn Glass

  Maybe none of them had a clue of what was happening elsewhere in the club. That’s what I told myself, anyway. They all seemed so…garden–variety bad guy. The type who might steal your wallet but feel a little guilty about it later, the ones who were only in the crime world because that’s what they knew to be free and easy. Honestly, I had to tell myself that they couldn’t have known, because the alternative—that they did, and were fine with it, or just didn’t give a shit—was too much to bear. And I was quite happy living in that little reality, until one of them leaned over to Breaker and made a comment.

  “How much was she?” He nodded in my direction. I hated the way I was spoken to here—no, not spoken to, spoken about. People discussed me right in front of my face, and it was getting harder and harder to keep my lips pursed and not demanded a bit of respect from these assholes. I replayed Breaker’s words in my head—play it cool—and drummed my fingers on his back to let him know that I wasn’t happy with this.

  “Uh, ten grand,” he replied, distracted by the cards in his hand. There was a murmur around the table, and I couldn’t figure out if it was because everyone thought he had been ripped off or because I had turned out to be a pretty good deal.

  “How much would you take for her? For a night?” The man continued. He leered at me, down the front of my dress, and I fought the urge to shift it up so he wasn’t getting a show.

  “She’s not on the table, my friend, sorry,” he replied, and I could feel the arm around my waist getting tighter. This was pissing him off.

  “Not on the table, maybe, but in bed, right?” The man tried again, getting a laugh from around the table.

  “She’s mine,” Breaker replied. His tone was ice cold, and he didn’t even acknowledge the other man’s presence with his gaze. I eyed the man angrily—at least he hadn’t been around on the night I’d been sold. The thought of any of these men getting their hands on me was enough to make my skin crawl.

  “Five grand, one night, that’s all I’m asking,” the man shifted his chair closer, as though that was going to make Breaker more amenable to his proposition.

  “I said she’s mine,” Breaker replied. His voice was quieter than before, but it had taken on a sharp edge.

  “Oh, she your girlfriend, is she?” The man teased, and I felt something burst in my chest. I didn’t know why that was my turning point, but it was, and I didn’t want to be spoken about that way. I caught Breaker’s face in my hands, turned it towards me, and planted a kiss on his lips.

  It lasted a couple of seconds, but it was enough time for me to flash back to the first time we did this, in that bathroom the day before. My heart fluttered at the memory, and Breaker stroked his thumb across my waist, making me shiver. When I pulled back, I stared at him for a moment, before laying my head on his shoulder. I glanced over at the man, who had tightened his lips into a thin line. Yeah, how do you like that, you asshole.

  Breaker turned back to him, eyebrows raised, apparently as surprised as I was that that had just happened.

  “Yeah,” he confirmed at last. “She is.”

  And just like that, the conversation about me was over. They didn’t respect me on my own, but they knew how to respect possession. And I now knew how to use that to my advantage.

  The game went on, and Breaker finished up with a pretty impressive pile in front of him. He scooped up all his winnings and stuffed them in his pockets, offering a shit–eating grin to the rest of the men around the table.

  “Pleasure playing with you, gentlemen,” he remarked, and I hopped off his lap so he could get to his feet and we could get out of here. He put an arm around my waist and guided me out, and I couldn’t help but remember how soft and sweet his mouth felt against my own.

  As soon as we were out in the club again, I felt a pair of eyes on us. I mean, that had been the entire night, to be fair. It seemed like my subservience to Breaker was some kind of novelty that no–one could get over. But this was different. There was someone watching us, and not just because I was the latest talking point in this place.

  I glanced around, and my eyes landed on the culprit. A woman was standing up against a doorway that led out of the main section of the club, and she had been staring at us since we left the gaming room. I checked behind us, to see if there was someone there who might have caught her attention, but nothing. She was looking at us, no questions asked.

  “Breaker,” I leaned over to him, letting my lips brush against his ear so it would look to anyone observing us like I was whispering sweet nothings to him.

  “I see her too,” he confirmed. “I know her. I don’t think she’s good news.”

  The woman didn’t take her eyes from us as we made our way across the club and towards the door; hanging around past our welcome would only attract suspicion. The way she watched us was so calm and casual, as though she didn’t have anything to fear in this place. Well, that made one of us. Maybe she was part of their group, but I felt like any woman here was going to face an endless pile of harassment and aggressive flirtation. She was pretty, too, a few inches taller than me with deep black hair pulled back into a bun at the top of her head. Her features were sharp, and the only make–up she wore was a slash of coral lipstick across her mouth.

  We reached the door, and I shot her a look out of the corner of my eye. I knew she sensed me taking her in, and I didn’t want to give too much away, but I needed to commit her face to memory. It felt like one of those things that might come in handy later down the line.

  Finally, Breaker and I were back out on to the street. I inhaled a deep lungful of air and extracted myself from his grip, letting out a sigh of relief.

  “Jesus, I couldn’t get out of there soon enough,” I muttered. “Come on, let’s get back to your apartment so I can get out of these fucking shoes.”

  A few minutes later, we were standing in his place, and I was gratefully peeling off my dress and climbing into the shower. I had to admit, it had been kind of exhilarating to fool everyone like that. I had never done undercover work before, and I had just infiltrated a criminal’s den without getting caught out. I felt like kind of a badass, I had to admit.

  I finished up and slipped into a large t–shirt, climbing into the bed and letting out a yawn.

  “So, what did we find out today?” I asked. That was the cop in me: always wanting forward momentum. I needed to know that this was going somewhere, otherwise I would find it hard to justify the fact that I was still hanging around with an asshole like Breaker.

  “Not much,” he admitted. “But they haven’t figured out that we’re playing them, so that’s a start.”

  “Where do we take this next?” I wondered, and he shrugged.

  “We go in again, but this time, I get Thad by himself. Maybe try and convince him to give me a job there or something.”

  “You think you could manage that?” I widened my eyes. “But he might ask you to…you know, do something with the women there.”

  “Have to get your hands dirty to collect evidence,” He reminded me. “You did good today. I’m surprised a cop like you could play so dirty.”

  “I’ve got a lot riding on this,” I replied. I glanced down at my hands. I didn’t know why, but that moment reminded me of my father. I wondered how far he’d gone to do what he thought was right? I didn’t want to think of all the shit he must have done, all the lies he must have told, all the assholes he must have appeased to get what he needed to see justice done. He’d probably be proud of me, though he’d also want me to wear a pair of sensible shoes and put a damn jacket on. I felt a little lump at the back of my throat as I thought of him. I always did, even though it had been a while since it…happened.

  “What’s up?” Breaker frowned at me, and I realized I must have been sitting there with quite the face on. I shook my head.

  “Sorry, nothing,” I replied. “Come on, I’m starving, and I’m pretty sure you’ve got enough winnings there to buy us something good for dinner.”

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�Agreed,” he nodded, and grabbed one of the takeout menus sitting in the kitchen drawer.

  We ate, and ended up sitting on opposite sides of the bed, watching TV. The signal was crappy and we could only get a channel which seemed to solely show comedies from the seventies, but I didn’t mind. It was comforting to indulge in something easy like that after the tension of the day had dissipated.

  I found my eyes drifting shut as I sat next to him, and I looked down at the covers– they were still strewn with pizza boxes, and I rolled my eyes and went to move them.

  “You ready to sleep?” Breaker stretched and stood up. “Come on, I’ll help.”

  I watched as he tidied for me, and I felt a little flutter in my chest. This man—this man who’d purchased me only a couple of days previously—was swiftly turning out to be one of the kindest, most thoughtful men I’d ever been with. That was a depressing indictment of my love life, no doubt, but I had to admit that I was beginning to…not fall for him, exactly, but there was something beyond the solely professional going on here by now.

  I tucked myself under the covers as he stripped off his shirt and slipped into the bed next to me; I could smell him, the sweet scent of his aftershave curling around me comfortingly. Part of me wanted to push myself back towards him, to feel the weight and heat of his body against mine, but that was the last thing I needed. I was already playing at being his girlfriend, so the lines were blurred enough without me making them even harder to distinguish between. I closed my eyes and told myself to get some sleep. It seemed like the stress of the day had exhausted me, as it only took me a few minutes to drift off completely.

  Chapter Twelve

  When I woke, the first thing I noticed was the weight of his arm across me. Maybe he hadn’t meant this. He was asleep, after all, and probably didn’t even know what he was doing. Still, I had to admit that feeling him so near me, feeling his body wrapped around mine protectively, was one of the best feelings in the world. I snuggled back against him, and was about to close my eyes and go back to sleep. That’s when I heard a noise.

  I didn’t move at first, and kept my breathing pattern steady– there was no reason to give away the fact that I was actually awake. This way, I kept hold of the upper hand. I slowly, slowly, slowly moved my head around, keeping my eyes half–closed, so I could see where the sound came from. My heart flipped in my chest when I realized what I was dealing with.

  There was someone standing at the other end of the room. My eyes still hadn’t adjusted to the darkness around me, so I couldn’t make out their face, but they were dressed all in black and practically faded into the background of the room. At once, my mind began racing, but I stayed stock–still. If I woke Breaker up, there was no doubt that he would launch into a panicked frenzy and attempt to take the person down. That would do us no good. I wanted to see who it was, to know who was stalking us, and it was going to take precision and care to get this under control.

  I waited until the figure was looking in the other direction, and slowly slid from the bed, keeping close to the covers so that they wouldn’t see me approach. If they were nothing but darkness to me, I probably had the same advantage over them, and I intended to use it to my advantage. The figure twisted around when I moved, but they looked in the wrong direction, giving me my chance to pounce.

  I thanked God for my years of police training as I lunged towards them, catching one arm and bending it upside their back. The figure let out a screech of pain, and I wrapped my other arm around their neck. They weren’t much bigger than me, so they weren’t too hard to restrain. They pushed back against me, but I held firm, using their weight against them as I moved them towards the chair in the corner of the room.

  Breaker was awake, and snapped on the light next to the bed. He glanced over at us blearily, and as soon as he saw what was going on, all hint of tiredness was wiped from his eyes.

  “Jesus, Angel!” He pushed himself out of bed as I pushed the figure—the man, I was sure now—into the chair and quickly bound his hands with a discarded plastic bag that had come with the takeout order. It wasn’t much, but I’d found that any kind of binding would make someone not fight quite as hard.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” I demanded, jamming my face right up against the man’s. He was indistinct looking, a slightly dopey face topped with dark hair that caught the light whenever he wriggled in an attempt to put some space between the two of us. Yeah, good luck with that, buddy– he wasn’t going anywhere, not a chance.

  “Tell me!” I snapped again as I started patting him down. I ran my hand into his shirt pocket, and came up blank, but in his pants I came across a small flick–knife.

  “What is this for?” I waved the knife in his face, making sure it came close enough for him to see the glint of the light on the blade. “Were you going to use this on us?”

  “Uh…“ The man finally came out with a noise, and I paused to let him speak. I could see the fear in his eyes, the way they jumped from side to side in an attempt to find a way out of the situation. I felt a small jolt of satisfaction. I’d been in his position, restrained and terrified, only a few days before. In that moment, I was positive he had at least something to do with that. I pulled back a little, playing the good cop for a second. I had done plenty of interrogations in the past, and the right move was to ask him some direct questions now that he was off balance with fear. Give him the space to redeem himself.

  “Who sent you?” I crouched down in front of him so I could look him in the eye, but I kept the knife in plain view, feeling safer than I had since I got here now that I had a weapon to my name.

  “Thaddeus,” he blurted out at last. He squirmed in his seat, and I placed a hand on his shoulder, steadying him. I had him exactly where I wanted him, and I wasn’t about to let him get away now.

  “Were you sent to take us out?” I continued, my voice quieter. He nodded, not speaking. A little jolt ran through my system. A lot of people had hated me before by virtue of me being a cop, but no–one had actually been sent to kill me before now. We were up to our necks in some serious shit.

  I turned to Breaker, who had been observing the goings–on from the bed with what looked like mild amusement.

  “What do we do with him?” I asked, getting to my feet. I didn’t take my eyes off the intruder, shooting him a couple of hard stares to make it clear that he wasn’t getting away that easily.

  “We need to let him go,” Breaker replied mildly. I widened my eyes and shook my head, rewinding the conversation. I’d obviously misheard something.

  “I’m sorry, what the fuck?” I demanded. “He was here to kill us! And you just want to put him back out on the streets so he can try again?”

  “If Thad finds out that we killed one of his men, then it’s even more of a reason for him to come after us,” he pointed out. “If he really wanted us dead, he would have sent someone who wasn’t going to fuck it up. Or he’d have done it somewhere we don’t naturally have the upper hand. You see?”

  I wrinkled up my nose. Maybe it was just the adrenalin pumping through my veins, but it sounded a little too neat.

  “How can you be sure of that?”

  “What’s your name?” Breaker turned to the man. “And tell me the fucking truth.”

  “Damien,” the man replied. He was sitting still in his seat now, shoulders slumped, as though he was resigned to his fate.

  “Yeah, trust me, this guy isn’t a big deal,” Breaker nodded. “I know the kinds of guys they use if they actually want someone dead. Thad was just looking for an excuse to take us out, nothing more.”

  “Jesus,” I raked a hand through my hair agitatedly. “I don’t want to let him go. I don’t want him back on the street.”

  “We have to,” Breaker replied coolly, as though it was obvious. Okay, he was starting to piss me off now. He’d made all this noise about how we were in this together, but now he was acting as though I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. I was the cop, after all. I knew th
is stuff just as well as he did. Maybe better.

  “This is my world, Angel,” he reminded me, as though he was reading my mind. “You have to trust me on this.”

  I watched as he made his way over to the man and pulled the plastic bag off his hands, pulling him to his feet.

  “Any other weapons on you?” The man shook his head. Breaker patted him down quickly, and came up with nothing. “You really think they would have sent along a guy with nothing but a switchblade if they wanted this done properly?” The man glanced between us, then made for the door. I made a grab for him, but he was already out by the time I got there. He slammed the door shut in my face, and I reached for the handle. But Breaker was already holding me back.

  “Let me fucking go!” I snarled, wrenching my shoulder free of his grip.