Bad Boys of Chaos: The Complete Duet Boxset: Books 1-2

by Marie York

  “He did.”

  I took her face in my hands and urged her eyes to mine. “Listen to me.” Her teeth slid over her bottom lip and she sniffled. “There is no game, and even if there was, you won. He can’t hurt you anymore. Okay?”

  She nodded, and I held her tightly, wanting nothing more than to free her of the pain and the fear she still clearly possessed.

  “Is it okay if I stay here?”

  “I don’t know. You did reject my offer, and I don’t take kindly to rejection,” I joked.

  She swatted my chest, and I caught her hand, bringing it to my lips. I kissed her fingers, trying to keep my original promise, but finding it increasingly hard to do so.

  “Of course you can stay.”

  “And, who is this?” Brooklyn asked, bending over to pick up Sassy who had decided to get her lazy ass out of bed.

  “That’s um… yeah, that’s Sassy.”

  Brooklyn’s eyebrow lifted in amusement. “Sassy?”

  “Don’t let her fool you. She’s a feisty little thing that doesn’t take no for an answer.”

  “Sounds like someone I know,” Brooklyn said with a wink. She scratched Sassy behind the ears, and Sassy purred her approval.

  “I could say the same about you,” I rebutted.

  She put Sassy back down, and I guided her to the bedroom. “This is your space for as long as you want.”

  “I’ll need to get my stuff from my place.”

  “You don’t need to go back there. I’ll stop by tomorrow and get whatever you want.”

  “I don’t have pajamas.”

  “Who needs pajamas?” I winked, and she nudged me with her elbow.

  “I thought you said no moves.”

  “If you think that’s a move, then you better prepare yourself.”

  Her cheeks flushed, and I loved that I had an effect on her.

  “You can borrow a t-shirt,” I offered.

  “Just a t-shirt?”

  “Boxers too, if you must.”

  “I doubt they’ll fit me.”

  My eyes travelled down her body and slowly back up, lingering on her thighs and then her tits. “I think they’ll fit you just fine. Permission to enter the room,” I said, making sure she knew despite what I said I was serious about the rules.

  She smiled. “Permission granted.”

  I went in, grabbed her a few things, and laid them out on the bed. “You can change in here. I’ll be just outside unless you want me to watch.”

  She pointed to the door. “Out.”

  I jokingly pouted as I schlepped toward the door. A laugh slipped from her lips, and after everything that had happened over the past few days, it was the best sound I’d ever heard.

  She shut the door, and I made my way to the couch. I flopped into the cushions and tried my best to get comfortable.

  I heard the click of the door, and when I opened my eyes, they immediately landed on Brooklyn’s sexy bare legs. They followed every curve up to my t-shirt that hugged her in all the right places. I was regretting my promise because I wanted so badly to pin her up against the wall and show her how much she turned me on.

  I cleared my throat, hoping to force down the desire. “What’s up?”

  She shifted from one foot to the other, then reached her hand out toward me. “Sleep with me?” I flung my legs over the edge of the couch and shot up. She laughed again and rested a hand on my chest, keeping her distance. “Just sleeping.”

  “I’ll keep my hands to myself, but I can’t speak for you.”

  She smiled and it was pure and genuine. “I think I’ll manage.”

  “I don’t know. I’ve heard I’m irresistible.”

  “I think they were lying,” B said, as she slid her hand in mine, and guided me to the bedroom.

  She crawled into bed, and I slid in beside her. She pressed her back against my bare chest, and I could feel her warmth radiating off her skin. I could smell her shampoo and the slightest hint of perfume.

  I had fucked so many girls, but I had never once slept with one. I thought it would be strange and annoying to share a bed, but it was none of that. Brooklyn fit perfectly against me and the sound of her breathing relaxed me.

  It was the most comfortable I’d ever been and I couldn’t imagine not falling asleep with Brooklyn in my arms.

  “Nix?”

  “Yeah, B?”

  “Thanks,” she whispered, and I tightened my hold on her. I closed my eyes, realizing that, for the first time in my life, I was completely content without hitting or fucking something.

  Chapter 31

  Nixon

  It was finally the night of my fight, and I should’ve been focusing on the win, but my mind kept drifting to Brooklyn pressed against me in bed. The restraint I showed by not flipping her over and taking her right there was fucking award-winning. I had never wanted someone so bad in my life, but I made a promise to her, and I would keep it.

  She wanted to come watch me, but I told her it’d be better if she stayed home. It was a two-hour drive, and it would be a good time for me to get my dick under control. Not that I thought that she’d be a distraction; it was that I didn’t want the fight to provoke any bad memories for her. Surprisingly enough, she didn’t argue with me, though I was fully prepared for it.

  I walked out of the locker room with Mark and Kevin on one side and Sal on the other. I headed down the path that led to the cage, trying to let the crowd drown out all other thoughts and focus solely on the task ahead. My opponent, Tanker, was already in the ring, jumping up and down like a damn circus monkey. Pumping the crowd up was a waste of fucking time if you asked me. The only thing that mattered was the win, and no amount of cheering or clapping could guarantee you that. He thought he was getting his adrenaline pumped when in reality, he was wasting his energy.

  Tanker was a good fighter, but he had nothing on me other than a few inches. Height meant shit, though. In the end, I’d still come out the bigger person.

  I climbed in, and Mark and Sal took their places. I didn’t put on a ridiculous act, just threw my hand in the air to let the crowd know the champion had finally arrived. The applause and cheers intensified and it was clear I was the one they were here for.

  “Fighters, center of the ring,” the ref called to us. We stepped to the middle, and the ref started his speech. “Gentleman, we all know the rules. I want a good clean fight and I will not tolerate anything less. Let’s touch gloves and let’s get ready.”

  I touched my gloves to Tanker’s and we walked back to our sides. A few seconds later, the bell rang, and we went in. He squared off with me for a moment, jumping back, and holding his gloves up, ready to make his move, but he was taking too fucking long, and I had a girl I wanted to get back to. Done wasting time, I went at him full force, giving him a good left hand. He jabbed back with his right, but I blocked him. I threw a kick and got him nice in the side as he continued to move at me.

  His floor game was good, and I knew he was trying to get me down there. Lucky for me, I was good at everything, and didn’t care where the fight took us. So, why not give him what he wanted? I went at him, grabbing his waist, and slamming him to the floor. He managed to get out of it and get right back up.

  He tried to fire back to my body, but I got him with a right hand on the inside. He stepped back, bouncing from side to side, before coming at me again. I gave him a jab, right to the chin, he shook it off and then tried to throw a million punches, but barely landing a single one.

  This guy didn’t know how to pace himself, and pretty soon, he’d be making my job easy. Tanker went for my body, and I immediately tied him up. He tried relentlessly to get out of it, but I held tight, refusing to give him the upper hand.

  Eventually, we both broke free and got back to our feet. He swung hard, but I ducked out of it, and all he got was air. I took advantage with a swift uppercut followed by a left hook. Tanker stumbled back, and I was ready to go in for the sweep when my eyes landed on the audience.


  Brooklyn was on her feet, hands clasped, and eyes fixated on me. What the fuck was she doing here? I should’ve known it was too easy. Brooklyn never listened to me. Never did as I asked. She was always more than happy to argue until she was blue in the fucking face.

  I caught her eye, and she gave me an apologetic smile, but I didn’t find it cute or amusing. I was worried about her, and her being here. Seeing a fight couldn’t be good for someone who just had the battle of her life. Her eyes widened just before I took a hook to the face. Fuck. I violated my one rule. I got distracted.

  Tanker got me in a guillotine, and for anyone else this would be the end, they would spaz out, and start shoving at their opponent’s side. But I wasn’t stupid, and there was no way in hell I was going down that fucking easy. I pushed Brooklyn out of my head. I would deal with her later.

  I dropped his wrist, and pulled on it, releasing some of the pressure. I threw my hand over his shoulder and walked toward it. Once I was in position, I used my back leg to hit right behind his knee, taking him down. I mounted him, driving my hips forward to maintain pressure. I rained punches and elbows on him, and while he did his best to block them, he couldn’t block them all.

  He attempted to fight back, and I got him in an arm bar. I quickly positioned his arm between my knees, so I could use my hips to intensify the strain. Tanker’s face turned bright red, and his struggle grew weak. I didn’t let up, and eventually, Tanker tapped out.

  I was declared the winner, and searched for Brooklyn in the crowd. I took my eyes off of her for a moment, and now I couldn’t find her. Did me getting hit trigger something in her? Was she having a freak out somewhere? Panic started to rise in me, and I ripped my hand from the ref, and rushed out of the cage.

  Mark clasped my shoulder and began his ‘you’re awesome’ bullshit, but I kept walking. Kept searching for Brooklyn. Sal was next, and put his hand up to high five me. Even on a good day, I wouldn’t fucking high five him. I shoved him away, and pushed through the crowd of people, desperately looking for Brooklyn, praying she wasn’t hiding in a corner somewhere reliving that awful night.

  “Viper, look who’s here,” Kevin called from behind me, and I whipped around. Beside Kevin was Brooklyn with a smile on her face. I didn’t care that she was the most gorgeous thing in the fucking world, or how amazing her tits looked in that blue t-shirt with the low V-cut.

  Relief flooded me, but was quickly replaced by frustration. “Why the fuck are you here?” I demanded as she approached.

  Her eyebrows knitted together and her lip curled. “I came to surprise you.”

  “I told you not to come,” I growled.

  “I’ll leave you two alone,” Kevin said, and backed away, holding his hands up.

  “I thought you’d be happy to see me.”

  “You thought wrong!”

  She met me with a gaze that bordered between disappointment and disgust. “You don’t own me. You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do...” Her words faltered, but I knew what she wasn’t saying. She wouldn’t let me control her like Karl did. Didn’t she get that it was for her own good and had nothing to do with my wants or my needs? She had no idea what she was fucking talking about. I would never expect her to submit to me.

  “I didn’t…” I lifted my hand, running it through my hair, to try and get my shit together when Brooklyn flinched. It was like a shot to the gut. My hand froze in mid-air, and all I could do was look at it as the realization settled in. “Did you think I was going to hit you?” I clamped my jaw to keep all the newly forming words begging to come out at bay.

  Brooklyn closed her eyes, and her red cheeks gave away her embarrassment. I reminded myself that Brooklyn wasn’t like other girls. She might be strong, but there were pieces of her that were still broken. And, even though my first reaction was to keep yelling, I knew it was the wrong choice. She didn’t need me to be an asshole, she needed me to be the man she could lean on.

  So, instead of giving her hell, I rested my hand under her chin, and urged her to look at me. “I made a promise to you, and I stand by that. Always. You hear me?”

  She nodded, and I wrapped my arms around her, bringing her tight to my chest. “Sorry,” she said against my skin.

  “Don’t be sorry. Just remember my promise.”

  “Okay.” I pushed her curls back and kissed her forehead. “Now, can you let me go because you’re all sweaty and gross?”

  I wiggled my chest against her cheek and she squealed as she pulled away. I let her go and pointed over my shoulder. “I’m going to head to the locker room and grab my shit. I’ll meet you back here.”

  “Don’t leave me waiting too long,” she said with a wink, and my dick throbbed at the sexy sight.

  I jogged into the locker room, wanting to get back to Brooklyn as quick as possible. I grabbed my shit, talked to Mark and Sal for a few moments, and checked my phone. I had a new message, and slid to open it.

  Your girl looks hot in that blue shirt.

  -S

  I felt my pulse in my hand as it tightened on my phone. My teeth ground against each other, and I slammed my fist into a locker. How the fuck did he know what Brooklyn was wearing? Was he here now?

  “What the fuck?” Mark questioned, but I didn’t answer.

  I hauled ass out of the locker room and over to where I left Brooklyn. I swore to God if he was here, and anywhere near Brooklyn, I wasn’t going to wait for our day in the cage, I was going to knock him fucking stupid right this damn second.

  Of course, she wasn’t where I left her. Why the fuck would she be? Visions of Brooklyn with Seth started popping into my mind and I pushed my fists into my head to try and make them stop.

  “Viper, great fight man,” some random smacked me on the back, taking me off guard. I grabbed his hand, and twisted it behind his back. “Holy shit! What the fuck, dude?” The guy screamed out like a bitch, and knocked me out of my trance. I let his hand fall from my grasp, and backed away.

  “Sorry.” I was losing my goddamned mind again. But I knew Seth was here. He had to be, and I wasn’t going to let him take me by surprise. There was a tap on my shoulder, and I spun around with my fist in the air, expecting it to be Seth. Fear spread across Brooklyn’s face as she stared at my fist. .

  “Don’t!” she exclaimed.

  I dropped my arm so fast, cursing myself for letting Seth get to me. “Brooklyn, I’m sorry.”

  “I asked you to stay here. Where the fuck were you?”

  She held up a bottle of water. “I was thirsty. I went to the concession stand. I’m sorry I didn’t know I had to ask for permission.”

  “Don’t be stupid.”

  “Now I’m stupid?” Regret flashed across her face. ”I thought I’d come here and show you my support, but you obviously don’t want it. I shouldn’t have come. Maybe I am stupid.”

  She stormed off, making me feel like a goddamned shark that was just punched in the nose.

  Chapter 32

  Nixon

  I snapped out of my stupor and took off after her. “Dammit Brooklyn!” I yelled as I tried to catch her. I cut in and out of groups of people, ignoring the praises as I passed. I mentally kicked the shit out of myself for being such a fucking idiot. All of this started because of that damn text. Why would Seth even be here? But if he wasn’t, how would he know what Brooklyn was wearing?

  I saw her push through the exit doors, and I picked up my pace, chasing after her. She was heading to her car that was parked a few spots over from mine. I finally caught up and grabbed her elbow, bringing her to a stop.

  “B,” I said.

  She ripped her arm away from me. “Don’t.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said, ready to drop to my knees if that’s what it took. “I wasn’t thinking. Don’t leave. I want your support. I promise you I do.”

  “I thought you didn’t make promises? Yet you keep throwing them at me as if it means something.”

  “Because it does!” I yelled, catching the attenti
on of a few passersby, but Brooklyn didn’t even flinch which surprised me in itself. Was she getting used to my outbursts? I didn’t want her to. I didn’t want to constantly lose my cool, but she was ripping at my heart, and I didn’t know what to do.

  “I’m leaving.”

  I jumped in front of her, blocking her path to her car. “No, you’re not.”

  Fire sparked in her eyes and I could see the strength building. “Go fuck yourself, Nix,” she said with conviction and I was proud of her, but that didn’t mean her words didn’t poke at a lying beast.

  “I already have,” I exclaimed. “Don’t really have a choice, since you took up residency in my bed, and won’t let me do more than fucking hold you.”

  The sparked turned into a raging inferno. “You told me you didn’t mind. That you liked to have me in your arms.”

  I did, and it was true, but my anger wouldn’t let me admit that. “I like steak, too. Doesn’t mean I want to eat it every fucking night.”

  She licked her lips, and I could see the hostility growing with each movement she made, but I didn’t see the hand coming at my face. It hit with a loud smack. “I hate you!” she screamed, her eyes stone serious, before she spun away from me.

  Jesus fucking Christ could I do anything right?

  I grabbed her wrist and whipped her back to me. The fire turned to ice, and, looking into the gray abyss, I was lost. With weeks of craving her and days of sharing a bed, I hadn’t once caved in to my dick’s desires, but I couldn’t resist a second longer. I crushed my lips to hers, desperate to taste her.

  A surprise moan muffled against my mouth then her lips parted, and I touched the tip of my tongue to hers. She was tense at first, rigid in my arms, but as I continued to hold her, and work my tongue, I felt her body relax against me. She pressed completely into my embrace and ran her hands up my neck to my hair.

  Her delicious taste, amazing scent, and perfect soft curves had my cock straining hard against my shorts. I ran my hand down her side and grabbed her thigh, lifting it to wrap around me so she could feel how badly I wanted her.