Dirty Love (Fighting Dirty Series Book 1)

by Glenna Mayanrd

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  “What the serious fuck Brandi!” I awake to the ranting of one very pissed off bother.

  “It’s too early for this shit Kline, go away.” I roll over and face the opposite direction from where he is standing. I don’t even have to look at him to know that he is standing by my bed with his fist clinched, and his mouth curled up in a snarl.

  “When were you planning to tell me you were back with Royce, fucking Royce King? What in the hell are you thinking? Are you really going to marry that tool?”

  I pop up and stare at him with wide eyes.

  “What? I bumped into him yesterday. And A you have no right to judge me when you jump anytime Charlie cries. And B I don’t know what in the hell you are talking about. Married… me to Royce.? Are you crazy?”

  “I don’t know what to think.” He throws his hands up in the air with frustration. “Royce came up to me in the gym, and started rambling on about how he wanted us to squash our beef because he was going to be my brother one day.”

  “Can we not do this right now Kline. I’m tired and I need coffee? I don’t know what’s got into Royce. He asked me to give him a chance and I told him I would think about it. That’s it. And thanks for blowing off my best friend and leaving me to deal with the fall out.”

  I have so many text messages from Tiff asking where Kline is and whey he isn’t returning her calls.

  His face pales at the mention of her name.

  He doesn’t want to argue about Tiffany. On that note Kline gives in and leaves me to fall back asleep, and dream about all of my troubles.

  Chapter 4

  It’s been days without a word from Parker Garrett. I did get a confirmation email from his secretary about my cage girl job I will make my debut at the title fight though. So at least he hasn’t fired me, yet. I guess I was right about Parker, he got what he wanted and that’s that. Except I can’t stop thinking about him, and the wild sex we had. I have never felt anything like that in my life.

  Then there’s Royce, he has been making an effort. He has texted and called me every morning when I wake, and every night after I get off work.

  Take today’s text for instance it reads.

  Royce: The thought of all those men getting to see you dressed in a bikini looking so sexy while I have to concentrate on winning my fight kills me. I don’t want them seeing my girl in barely nothing or dreaming of you, but I realize that I this is an amazing opportunity for you. Besides if any man touches you I will rip his fingers from his hands

  Ps I love you.

  How can I ignore that? I feel like my heart and my head are having an internal tug of war over what I want vs. what I need. I know Royce can make me happy and like I said Parker is nothing other than a man whore. But so was Royce while we were apart. I told him about my spot with Lucky 7, he said we will see what my contract states about us dating, but he doesn’t care if its prohibited. I was his before I signed. What he doesn’t know is that I slept with Parker. I know I should probably tell him, but now that Parker is blowing me off, does it even mater?

  Me: Pick me up at 4, the fight starts at 5:30. I figure you can treat me to dinner before it starts. xx

  Royce: You won’t regret this Brandi. I’m going to make you happy just you wait and see.

  “You still coming to my fight?” Kline takes up the seat across from me on the other end of the sofa.

  “I’ll be there after my date.” I smirk and toss a throw pillow his way. “Speaking of dates, what’s up with you and Tiffany?” Kline gives me his annoyed face. I know what that means, he’s over it. And see, that is why I can’t worry about Parker, he is like Kline. They get one thing and then they move on to the next.

  “I don’t know. She got all weird and clingy acting like we were exclusive. I felt like she was smothering me. You know how I get.”

  “She’s’ my friend Kline. I warned you!”

  “I’ll talk to her. Soon. I promise.” I frown but don’t press him any further. There’s no point in it. “I hope you know what you’re doing with Royce. That guys a real dick.”

  “Well that dick happens to love your sister, so get over it.” I smirk.

  “Please don’t say the words dick and sister together in a sentence ever again.”

  “As long as you promise to cut Royce some slack.”

  “I tell you no lies. I won’t promise, but I will try not to co-cock him.”

  “Suppose that will do for now.” I get up and start getting ready for my date.

  I can’t believe I am going to give Royce a chance, but I don’t see any other guys beating down my door either. Especially not Parker Garrett. I guess he will be a secret I keep hidden down deep in my heart. I’ve got to get that man out of my head. It’s not fair for me to be with Royce while dreaming of another man. When I’m with Royce I feel like me. With Parker— that man makes me want things… dirty things.

  OZ has been steering clear of me too. I think Kline scared him off.

  Now I need to get dolled up for Royce. I would call Tiffany and ask for her help, but I don’t think she’d be up for it considering Kline just dropped her like a bad habit. I knew he’d do it too. So I call Sug instead.

  I probably should be grilling Kline about Charlie and how many more fights it’s going to take to get him out of the hole this time, but I don’t have the energy. I’m trying to be excited for my date with Royce, even though I am perturbed about his telling my brother we are back together. No decision has been made regarding that.

  Sug is here. I can hear her making a fuss over Kline being shirtless in the living room. “Sug, come on back I’m in my room,” I call out rescuing Kline.

  “Sorry girl, I couldn’t get away from that fine brother of yours. He should come with a warning label.” I roll my eyes at her. I get it my brother is good looking, but I don’t need to hear it constantly. I wonder if this is how he feels when the guys rag on him at the gym about me.

  “So tell me about this date, who is he and where is he taking you?”

  “Don’t hurt me, it’s Royce and he is taking me to dinner and the fight.”

  “Nuh uh gir! l I know you must have hit your head. Royce. What the hell is you thinking.” Sug has her arms crossed and is acting standoffish. Her dark hair is braided tightly against her scalp, showing off her high cheek bones. She should have gone to beauty school.

  “I’ll tell you about it later but right now I need you to work your magic.”

  “You’re lucky I love you.”

  “I know that’s what they all say.” I wink and she smacks the top of my head as I take a seat at my vanity so she can do my hair.

  She twists a braid around the top of my head like a headband and puts the rest of my hair in a beautiful French twist. “That should hold up nice and tight for tonight too.” She showers me in hairspray. “But I don’t know what we can do about your face.” She laughs and I nudge her in the ribs.

  An hour later, I look and feel amazing. Sug left with the promise that I’d give her full details at work later tonight. I have on a plum A-line dress with a deep v in the front and back of my torso paired with my favorite wedge sandals. “Kline, can you help me with my bracelet?” I ask him as I put my diamond studs in my ears.

  “Sure. Whoa sis, you look like a woman.” Kline is staring at me like I just grew a third head.

  “I’d hope dear brother of mine that I have always looked like a woman.”

  He shakes his head and makes me promise I’ll be cheering him on tonight. Tonight he has to win. He wants me there says I’m his good luck charm. I forgot to ask who he is going up against, too late now he’s already gone and Royce will be here at any moment. I check my bag to make sure I have everything I will need for work tonight.

  There a stern knock on the door, Royce is a few minutes early. I open the door to find Parker standing on the other side. Before I am over of my initial shock, Parker speaks. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

  “I’m sorry I just wasn�
��t expecting you. I’m actually headed out. I have a date,” the word date getting stuck in my throat.

  “A date,” he rolls the word around on his tongue like it has a bitter taste. What did he expect? Did he think I would be here waiting for him to show up and sweep me off my feet? I’m a big dreamer, but I am impatient. I want what I want when I want it. I’m a little pissed with him, but I can’t deny how good he looks. As much as I’d like to pull him forward by his tie and take him into my room and explore his body with my tongue for hours, I have a date to go on.

  “Yeah dinner and the fights. Aren’t you going to be there?” he does own the company that promotes them.

  He shakes his head. “My apologies, some other time then.”

  “Yeah, I’ll be in touch.” I close the door in his face before he even has time to respond. Rude of me I know, but I can’t have Royce showing up and seeing Parker Garrett at my door. I keep forgetting that I don’t owe either Royce or Parker a thing. There is just this chemistry between Parker and me, but I feel it’s more like lust. Royce, that man knows me in ways no one else does. He’s safe and he loves me.

  I can hear Royce revving the engine of his mustang downstairs. Grabbing my bag, I lock the door to leave. I bump into him halfway down the stairs. “Here let me take your bag, I’ll put in my trunk.”

  He looks nice for our date. He is actually wearing a dress shirt with jeans, but he makes them jeans look damn good. I can’t help but check out his ass as he walks down the stairs. “Hey,” he shouts over his shoulder to me. “Did I just see a corvette pull out of here?”

  “No idea, this is a busy street,” I lie.

  “Yeah,” he says back looking uneasy before he puts my bag in the trunk and comes back around to the passenger side to open my door for me. “You look good enough to eat.” Royce takes my hand and kisses it slowly. He is really laying it on thick— a little too thick.

  “Thanks, you don’t look so bad yourself.”

  He slides into his seat and takes a hold of my hand once more, making me blush with his romantic attempts. "Did you pack clothes to sleep over at my place? I figured I can pick you up after work or you can drop me at home after the fight and take my car.” And there’s the Royce I know and somewhat love.

  “No, I plan on sleeping in my bed. ALONE. I’m here with you now so let’s just take it slow. I’m not ready to rush back into anything immediately.”

  “Okay, no pressure.” He turns out of the lot and heads for a familiar place, the Italian restaurant he asked me to be official with him at. Could he be more obvious? Royce is making me a little nervous with the way he keeps staring at me like he is just seeing me for the first time, and I am still on edge over Parker showing up at my door. I haven’t even begun to process my thoughts on his unscheduled visit. And how did he find my address? Probably the forms I filled out. I sound so paranoid.

  We are seated at the restaurant and I decide to have some wine to help loosen me up. Royce deserves my full attention. “Hey you okay, you seem far off lost in thought perhaps?”

  “I’m worried about Kline.”

  “Yeah he’s pitted against The Punisher. That guy is a real animal. Kline is going to have to be careful. I heard once that he put his sparring partner in a coma. I fought him once but that was a few years back.”

  “Jeez thanks a lot, now I don’t know if I can eat.”

  “You know I’m never one to sugar coat. Just keeping it real.”

  “Yeah, I know. It’s not just this fight though. He’s helping Charlie again.” Royce takes my hand in his offering the little comfort he can give me right now. I don’t even have to explain the situation to Royce he already knows all about Charlie and his misgivings.

  “How deep is he in?”

  “Fifty.”

  “THOUSAND! Jesus Brandi, what in the hell was Charlie thinking?” His outburst grabs the attention of everyone in the dining room.

  “Keep your voice down. I don’t know, but whatever it was Kline is paying the price.”

  “You know I don’t have to tell you that if people find out that Kline is working the fights he’s going to end up with a lot more than a bloody lip and black eye.”

  “I know but it’s the Garretti brothers.” It doesn’t escape my attention that Royce’s spin stiffened at the mention of their name. He’s probably just as scared of them as the rest of Las Vegas. You don’t live or work in Sin City and not fear their name.

  They are the Mob— you don’t fuck with them or most importantly their money. “Have they threatened you?”

  “I don’t know. Kline says that if he doesn’t get the money, they will come after me or my mom to prove a point to Charlie.”

  “I won’t let anything happen to you.” Our conversation is interrupted with the delivery of our dinner. I spend a good portion of the meal stabbing my cheese ravioli with my fork while pretending to take bites, so I don’t have to talk about Charlie or where we stand.

  By the time we make it to the warehouse where the fights are held there is barely a parking space left. Looks like this Punisher fellow brings an enormous crowd. I tuck my cell phone in my bra. I’m not risking taking my purse inside with a crowd like this. Royce opens my door for me and once I am out of the car he presses my back up against the door. He goes in for a kiss, but I turn and give him my cheek. I’m not feeling into it right now.

  I have too much on my mind.

  “Come on Bran, you used to love my lips…my tongue…” He presses himself against me further.

  “Royce the fight, remember? And I said SLOW.”

  With a frustrated sigh he backs off but still takes me by the hand.

  Inside the warehouse is insane. Since we were late to arrive we have to stand in the back. I usually get here earlier enough with Kline to get a seat up front. I try to look around to catch a glimpse of my brother but he’s nowhere to be seen. I always wish him good luck. I have an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Discreetly I take out my phone and try sending him a text. I don’t get a response from him, but there is no need for one when I see him making his way through the crowd for me and Royce.

  “I was beginning to think you weren’t going to make it.”

  “Show him what you’re made of man.” Royce clamps Kline on the shoulder in a show of his support.

  “Thanks man.” I never thought I’d see the day my brother and Royce would actually be civil. Maybe hell has frozen over. Weren’t they trying to kill each other not too long ago?

  “Kick some ass brother,” I give him a quick peck on the cheek and pray that my brother walks away from this fight. I watch worriedly as he enters the octagon. I grow even more nervous when I see the size of the guy he is about to go toe to toe with.

  Paulie ‘The Punisher’ Davios is huge compared to Kline. What in the hell is my brother thinking? This guy stands a good 6’2 and weighs at least 280 pounds of pure muscle. The crowd has erupted in a chant, “Punisher, Punisher,” they scream making my pulse race with fear. I need to get my emotions in check and send my brother some kick ass vibes.

  A few guys around us realize who Royce is and want his autograph. A few girls too. I try not to be annoyed when one of them squeezes his bicep. The over touchy fan squeals, “Wow, you really are fit to be King.”

  Ugh! I roll my eyes and turn away from them, but Royce is right on me, hooking me around the waist and drawing me back into him. “Yeah and this is my queen,” he says kissing my neck.

  The girl stalks off not happy to see he has a woman.

  “Ladies and Gentlemen there seems to have been a mix up in the order of tonight’s fights. The first match of the night is Taylor ‘The Hawk’ Hawkins and Bobby ‘Rampage’ Moore.” The crowd lets out some boos, but I am relieved to see my brother walk out of the ring unscathed for now.

  My phone vibrates inside my bra. I excuse myself to the bathroom so I can check it without Royce looking over my shoulder. Once I am out of his sight I pull my phone out to see I have a text from a number I
don’t recognize.

  Unknown: Next time we meet I am going to bend that ass over until you are begging me—to go deeper and harder until you feel me in your throat. -Parker

  Heat flames between my thighs at his words. A blush creeps downs my cheeks, over my shoulders, and down to my chest.

  Me: Is that a promise xx

  I wait for a minute to see if he is going to reply, but there is nothing. I make my way into the bathroom and brace my hands against the sink. A part of me can’t believe he really just said that to me. I know nothing about him other than what I have either read, or heard through gossip, and yet he has such an effect on me. The bathroom door slams shut and I hear the clicking of the lock. Before I can even look over to see who’s entered the bathroom a hand is clamped over my mouth, and an arm is wrapped around my waist. My survival instinct kicks in and tears well up in the corners of my eyes, until I look to see Parker standing behind me with a mask of determination on his face. I was sure the Garretti brothers were here to make good on Charlie’s debt.

  He releases the hand he is holding over my mouth, and presses me into the counter while whispering, “I promise,” against the back of my neck. I try and squeeze my knees together. I’m afraid my arousal is so wet and heated it is going to run down my thighs. My panties are coated with my want for him to deliver his words. With his free hand he lightly rubs his fingers down my arm while placing a single kiss at the v in the back of my dress. My knees go weak at the sensation of his lips making contact with my bare skin.

  “Parker,” I moan his name as my head rolls back to a rest on his shoulder. Parker doesn’t speak. He goes down behind me on his knees and lifts the skirt of my dress. He traces the outline of my silk panties with his tongue skillfully.

  “Tell me you want me Brandi. Tell me that you should have cancelled your date the moment I knocked on your door today.” He bites the left cheek of my ass through my panties, and the only thing I can think is I wish he would take them off and fuck me already. “Say it!” he bites me again but with more force causing me to bite down on my lower lip.