Reckless (Bound by Cage Book 4)

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by Brittany Crowley




  Table of Contents

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  CHAPTER 23

  CHAPTER 24

  CHAPTER 25

  CHAPTER 26

  CHAPTER 27

  CHAPTER 28

  CHAPTER 29

  EPILOGUE

  EPILOGUE NUMERO DOS

  Acknowledgements

  RECKLESS

  Brittany Crowley

  Copyright

  Bound by Cage Series

  RECKLESS

  Copyright © 2018 Brittany Crowley

  All rights reserved

  Cover design and promotional items

  Lisa Reads at BTP Designs

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means including electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without permission of the author, except for brief quotations of the book when writing a review.

  The author acknowledges the trademark status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with or sponsored by the trademark owner.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  CHAPTER 23

  CHAPTER 24

  CHAPTER 25

  CHAPTER 26

  CHAPTER 27

  CHAPTER 28

  CHAPTER 29

  EPILOGUE

  EPILOGUE NUMERO DOS

  Acknowledgements

  Dedication

  It’s only right to end this series by dedicating it to my girl Jenny. I asked myself who this book should be dedicated to and it was an easy decision. She’s been with me since she picked up Caged and has supported me ever since. You don’t know how much all your support means to me and I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. Xoxo

  PROLOGUE

  Kyle

  “Cage, Cage, Cage, Cage…”

  The crowds cheering for me and I’m showboating like they want. Like they expect. They come out to these clubs to see Reckless. I’m gyrating my hips and making eyes at a woman who’s dancing with her girlfriend below the balcony I’m on. My dick starts twitching the closer she dances to her friend.

  “You feeling like both tonight or are you going to be a good friend and throw the other one my way?” My best friend Preston asks.

  “I have a feeling the brunette will be able to keep me completely occupied, have at it.”

  Preston’s face becomes predatory. After getting permission it’s like open season and the blonde doesn’t stand a chance. It’s okay because neither does the brunette.

  We walk down the stairs with one mission on our minds, getting balls deep inside those two as fast as humanly possible. When I walk up to my girl she throws her arms around my shoulders and starts moving with me to the beat. Damn she can move her hips… and you know what that means.

  After downing a few more shots we make our way out of the club and into our respective cars. Before ducking into the back seat, I shoot Pres a wink and he dry humps the air.

  Fuck yeah, this is the life!

  I should have known my night would end like this. My brains barely functioning after having all those shots of patron followed by wayyy too many beers. Why are the hot ones always the disappointments?

  “Oh my god! Yes Daddy, yes Daddy!”

  Oh, the agony! If I weren’t so out of it, this chick and her long fucking nails would be left high and dry before getting thrown out of my hotel room. Don’t get me started on this Daddy bullshit.

  I wince as her talons drag across my back for the hundredth time. Christ, I need to do something fast before all the skin is shredded from my shoulders. My hands leave their task of holding her pussy open to lock her hands above her head and far away from my tender flesh. My dick quickly gets swallowed, and not in a good way. This girl is all fucking lips if you know what I mean.

  I feel the burning marks on my back like she’s still slicing me open. Scratching’s okay when you’re fucking but when it turns into some Freddy Kruger shit, it has to stop.

  “Give me your magic stick Daddy!” Her hands fly to my scalp to start torturing my cranium. Goddamn it! My hands pry her fingers from my head before jumping off the bed. I’m motherfucking Kyle Cage! Fuck this shit.

  “Grab your stuff and go.” I hear myself slurring.

  “Um…what?”

  She looks dumbfounded like she couldn’t possibly know what went wrong. It’s hard to tell if it’s an act or if she honestly has no idea what the hell just went down was probably in my top five worst sexual encounters. Seeing her hips sway on the dance floor should have been a sign that she was a great lay, not a fucking dud.

  “I’m going into the bathroom to take a shower, I expect you to be gone by the time I’m done.” With a slam that’s probably not necessary, I close the bathroom door and pound my forehead against it. Damn, can’t a guy get laid without all the theatrics? I would have been better off getting myself off tonight.

  Turning my back to the mirror, my eyes take in the damage. It looks like I was mauled by a freaking jaguar. I chuckle to myself, she’s not far off from a cougar I suppose. I love my women older and experienced. At the ripe age of 24 I usually don’t look for anyone younger than 30. Don’t judge, those older broads know how to suck dick like champs. Who knew the 40-somethings were all about MMA fighters? They go fucking crazy!

  Getting the temperature just right, scalding, the water rains down on me and I breathe a sigh of relief. My alcohol induced haze is starting to wear off and taking this chick back to my hotel room is seeming extremely idiotic on my part. I’m supposed to be watching my image, not fucking it up more.

  I chuckle to myself. That’s what my PR teams for.

  My shower is short lived when I hear the bathroom door open and click shut a second later. My head hangs in defeat. Maybe I should just fuck her and get it over with. My number one task will be keeping her hands away from me which is easily solved with some bondage. They love it when I tie them up and fuck them from behind.

  Some time has passed and she hasn’t spoken, let alone joined me. Oh well, her loss, I’m done now anyways. As I twist the nozzle to off, I grab my towel and sling it around my hips. When I’m out of the shower I see her sittin
g on the vanity fully dressed scowling at me.

  “It’s not my fault you ended it, you owe me my share.”

  “Excuse me darling? Your share of what?”

  “That’s how these things work little boy. You pay to have sex with me. At least that’s how it’s been since I became a hooker.”

  “The fuck?”

  “Hand over the two grand.”

  “You have to be psychotic to think I’m paying for that waste of time. Tell me, have you shredded a dude’s dick clear off before? There’s no chance I was going to be your first.”

  “Fuck you, I’m good at what I do. Now give me the fucking money or I go to the tabloids.”

  Shit, she knows who I am. Of course, she does, everyone knows who Kyle Cage is. I sigh knowing it’s from my little club appearance and everyone chanting my name but right now it’s easier to pay her rather than having a shit storm coming my way. I exit into the bedroom and grab my wallet. With a fist full of cash, I throw it at her feet. She doesn’t deserve to be treated as a decent human being after the shit she just pulled. A fucking prostitute. Looks like I’m scheduling a doctor’s appointment on Monday. God knows what this chick is carrying.

  After picking it up, she approaches me and runs a single finger from the center of my chest to where my towel lies above my cock.

  “Shame, I heard good things about you Reckless.”

  With that she saunters out of the room and out of my life. Thank fuck for that.

  Bullet officially dodged.

  I don’t need the added pressure of lying low coming up on my next fight.

  My phone goes off a while later as I’m watching a movie unable to sleep. After getting up and grabbing my phone off the desk, I see it’s a text from Maggie, the head of my PR. After groaning out loud wondering why the fuck she’s texting me so late, my finger swipes to unlock the screen. “CHRIST!” My ass finds the bed as I hunch over, elbows to knees, hands fisted in my hair.

  This can ruin everything.

  The reason why I’m in a hotel room is because the paps stake out my Las Vegas mansion. The big wigs called me in for a meeting a few weeks back because they’re none too pleased with my actions as of late and were extremely adamant they wanted me to tone it down. You party it up with strippers and get caught being sucked off in a public bathroom a few times and you can’t live it down. They shouldn’t give a damn what I do. I bring in a ton of money for them with every fight and I deliver every time.

  This however… this could ruin me.

  Maggie: Get to the airport, Johnny’s waiting in the lobby of your hotel. I’ll meet you there in a few days and for fucks sake, keep a low-profile Cage!

  My email icon flashes and I quickly open it. To say I’m shocked to see the itinerary of my flight is an understatement. Although, after all these years I shouldn’t be surprised she’d pull something drastic like this.

  My hands rub down my face and my heart rate escalates. Shit… guess I’m going home.

  CHAPTER 1

  Kyle

  One eye cracks open as a loud noise registers in my ears.

  Knock, Knock, Knock

  “Ugh.” I groan and roll off the couch. Whoever’s here this early better have a good fucking reason. So far, I’ve been home two weeks and managed to keep everyone off my back.

  Knock, Knock, Knock

  “Fuck, calm your tits, I’m coming!”

  I don’t bother looking through the peep hole, I already have a good idea of who it is. When I open the door, my suspicions are confirmed. Standing there looking like a Pitbull is my older brother Zander. Saying he looks upset is an understatement and without a word, I gesture for him to come inside with a sweep of my arm.

  I follow him to the living room and halt when he whirls on me. Zander levels me with a glare that causes me to laugh. I can’t help it; this papa bear routine is funny as shit.

  “What’s up Z? Long time no see.”

  “Long time no see? It’s been eight fucking months Kyle and I hear this morning you’ve been home for two weeks without a word to any of us. What the fuck?”

  “I’ve been busy.” Dropping back on the couch I grab my phone and start going through my emails. When I see one from my agent my phones ripped away and thrown across the room. In a breath I’m chest-to-chest with my big brother raging like a bull.

  “What the fuck?”

  He pushes my shoulder causing me to sit back down on the couch. Lunging at him, I take a swing and miss. Next thing I know I’m on the ground in a submission hold.

  “Let me go asshole!”

  “Not until you tell me why you haven’t told any of us that you’ve been home!”

  I try to wiggle out of his hold but I’m locked in tight. Knowing I won’t get out until I tell him what’s going on, I tap his arm. The universal sign of giving up. Zander releases me right away and stands at the same time I do.

  “I couldn’t face Mom.”

  “Bull shit. You haven’t seen Mom in almost a year, since when did you start giving a shit about her?”

  “I needed some time to myself.”

  “It didn’t look like you were by yourself last night. Maggie called me.”

  “Why the fuck would she call you? That bitch is heading for a pink slip.” The back of my head feels a sharp sting as Zander smacks me.

  “God damnit Zander! Cut that shit off, I’m here now, aren’t I?”

  He gets up and starts pacing my living room. It’s massive but he only takes a short route. After my first fight, I bought this house so I had a place to stay other than with my family when I came home. They were always bitching at me about my decisions. I’m a grown ass man, I can do what I want.

  Coming home became few and far between. I don’t know what he wants me to say? I was living my life. I’m 24 years old living up the best years of my life.

  “You have to straighten out your priorities Ky. What happened to you? Did fame really change you that much? Mom… fuck do you know what it does to her every time she sees your name slandered in the tabloids? It guts her man.”

  “I am who I am Zander.” My eyes meet his. “Isn’t family supposed to have your back no matter what?”

  “I’m pretty sure hookers and drugs aren’t in the fine print.” He growls.

  “I don’t do drugs. It was a misunderstanding.”

  “You better hope when they make their final decision, they see it that way otherwise your career’s over. Do you know how many people would kill for your career? People who bust their ass’s day in and day out just to get a small taste of what you have?”

  I let that settle before I respond. “Jealous bro? Can’t handle the fact that I took the title from you? Retirement not doing it for ya? Does the fact that your little bro beat you still eat away at you every night?” I know it’s a low blow but I can’t stop the words from leaving my mouth. I’m Kyle ‘Reckless’ Cage, I yield to nobody.

  “Fuck you.” And with that parting shot, he leaves with a slam of the door.

  “Well good morning to me.” I get up off the couch and head for the kitchen.

  Currently in the fridge I find a 30 rack of beer and nothing else. How did I not realize I was out of food? Even my cabinets are bare. After hunting down my phone Zander threw, I grab my keys and head outside. I’m surprised to find Zander sitting on the stairs of my front porch with his head in his hands. After sitting next to him I mumble out a “Sorry”. Bringing up our one and only fight was a low blow and it was a shitty thing to do. Sure, I got the title from my big brother but it was a good fight. A hard fight to go through with.

  “Kyle, was I not good enough? Did I not step up enough after Dad died? Where the hell did I go wrong that you turned out like this? That fame would turn you into a hotshot asshole.”

  “Well, if it makes you feel any better I don’t think I’m an asshole. I’ve definitely met bigger douchebags.” My shoulders lift in a shrug.

  “Have you reached out to anyone since you’ve been in town?”
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  “Nah, I’ve just been holed up here and training when I get the chance.”

  “You should be on a set schedule by now, your fights not too far out…” He looks over at me before he drops a bomb. “Soph’s in town.”

  It’s like a punch to my gut when he mentions her name. I haven’t thought about her in quite some time, not an easy feat. That girl was my world and we’d been through so much shit together. Being without her for the past four years has been rough but you learn to move on. We have some secrets nobody knows about and I wonder if she told anyone? Nah, it would have been all over the tabloids if she did.

  “For how long?”

  “For good, as far as I can tell. I think… you should go see her.”

  “That ship has sailed bro. She made it absolutely clear that she wanted nothing to do with me when I tried calling her. She didn’t respond, not one call back. Fuck that, I don’t need her. I’m not about pushing myself upon someone, not anymore.”

  “That’s bullshit and you know it. She’s been your best friend for as long as I can remember. She was the best thing that ever happened to you and maybe she’s exactly what you need.”

  I laugh. “That’s funny. I have everything I need.”

  “Then why are you so unhappy?”

  “Alright, I’m starving. I’m gonna get some breakfast, care to join me big bro?”

  “Can’t, we’re taking the kids to the zoo. Savvy’s probably going out of her mind keeping them calm until I get home.” He laughs. “You know, we’re having Everly’s second birthday party on Saturday, you should come. I know everyone would be excited to see you in the flesh. To see with their own two eyes that you’re okay.”

  “I’ll see what I can do.”

  He places his hand on my shoulder and squeezes before standing up and walking to his truck.

  “Hey.”

  He turns around and looks at me.

  “I’m sorry for bringing up the fight, I didn’t mean what I said.”

  “It’s all good baby Cage, someday I’ll get my redemption.” He smiles then leaves.

  As I see the last of his truck before he turns out of my long ass driveway, a wave of peace washes over me. But his words still linger in the back of my mind.

 

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