Go Hard: A Bad Boy Sports Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  Once I was down, with boots on my head and back, guns in my face, Merton walked over to me. He bent down, grinning at me. “See, asshole? You don’t win. I fucking win.” He straightened up. “Take the girl. Get the keys. Let’s finish this.”

  One of the guards fished through my pockets and found the truck’s keys as another moved away. Arlo, Merton, and Hoyt walked toward the truck’s cab as the men moved toward the container.

  “When we’re gone, kill this guy,” Merton said to the gun thugs still standing over me.

  “Got it, boss,” one of the two thugs said.

  I watched from the ground, patient, biding my time. I’d have a chance to make a move, and soon, but right now wasn’t the time. I had to be patient, even though these gun thugs were ready to murder me at any second. My heart was beating fast, but I had to use that energy, embrace the chaos.

  I was trained for this. I was in my element.

  Arlo, Merton, and Hoyt started to climb up into the cab. The other thugs went around back, and I watched as they began to pull open the back of the container.

  Seconds away now. The doors were opening, and they weren’t going to find drugs and guns inside.

  They were going to find death.

  Shots cracked out suddenly. The two thugs standing over me dropped to the ground, a bullet in the skull of each.

  “Got ’em,” Gage said in my ear. “Move.”

  I grabbed one of their guns and was on my feet instantly as all hell broke loose.

  The Caldwells waiting in the back began to blast their guns, mowing down the thugs. They didn’t stand a chance. They weren’t ready, for one, but they were vastly underequipped for another. They hadn’t expected a bunch of automatic rifle-toting killers to come spilling out of that truck.

  I moved toward the other side of the truck where Hartley was being held. I caught sight of the guard stepping away from her and put a bullet in his skull. He collapsed to the ground, dead.

  Hartley ran toward me and pressed herself against me. I pulled her away from the truck, finding cover behind a large support pillar as the gunfight continued.

  The three men in the cab began to climb down. Arlo made a break for it, but I put a bullet in his knee. He dropped to the ground, screaming in pain. Merton caught sight of me and began firing his weapon at us. I pushed Hartley back into cover and returned fire, not shooting to kill, just trying to keep him busy.

  Then it was all over. Almost as fast as it had begun, the Caldwells swarmed out of the truck, killing every last member of the mafia. Arlo was lying in the middle of the ground, screaming in agony, as Janey and her people slowly circled around Hoyt and Merton.

  I moved out of cover and touched my earpiece. “Okay,” I said. “Good shooting. Keep your eyes out, though. Out.”

  “Roger that.”

  Hartley pressed up against my side. “Is it over?”

  “Almost.”

  We stood to the side as Janey Caldwell faced down that bastard Merton.

  “You?” he asked, shocked. “The fucking Caldwells?”

  “That’s right,” Janey said.

  “I can’t believe that stupid bastard turned on us. We’re going to slaughter him, and then we’re going to slaughter you.”

  “You know, Merton, I doubt that. See, you’re a pretty important guy. And once you’re gone, I’m going to give my brothers a call, and they’re going to kill a lot more of your people tonight. When we’re through, there won’t be anyone to stop us from taking over this town.”

  “You fucking bitch.”

  Janey smiled wickedly and lifted her gun, pressing it against his head. “That’s right. And you lose.”

  She pulled the trigger. Merton’s head snapped back, a red mess, and he crumpled to the ground.

  Her men began to cheer and she grinned at them. She took out a phone and typed out a text before putting it back into her pocket.

  Hoyt stood there, looking terrified, but Janey was true to her word. Two of her guys grabbed him and held him, but they didn’t kill him right away.

  Janey spotted me a second later and came walking over.

  “So,” she said, “you kept your word.”

  “I did,” I said. “Will you?”

  She smiled. “Haven’t killed that asshole yet, have I?”

  “No, but I think you owe us some money.”

  She nodded. “About that. You see, my guys are out killing a lot more mafia men tonight. I suspect I’m going to have a few deaths of my own by the end of it all.”

  “Hard line of work,” I said.

  “It is. Very hard line of work.” She crossed her arms. “Which is why I’m not paying you. And I think I might just kill you both, too.”

  I shook my head. “Janey.”

  “You’re a liability, both of you. I’m going to the next level, Travis. I can’t have liabilities hanging around.”

  I sighed. “You don’t want to do this.”

  “Why not?” She looked over at her men. “Boys?”

  I lifted my hand to my ear. “Now.”

  A shot cracked out. The bullet hit the ground at Janey’s feet.

  I smiled at her. “I’d stop them if I were you.”

  She held up a fist, her eyes narrowed. “What’s this?”

  “I have backup,” I said. “Two of the best snipers I know. They can take you out and probably all of your men before you even have a chance to raise a weapon against me.”

  She laughed, shaking her head. “Didn’t trust me after all, did you?”

  “Not for a second. Now, Janey, pay me or I’ll kill you all and sell your bodies to the mafia.”

  She laughed again, smiling broadly. “I’m impressed, Travis. I really thought you were playing this one straight.”

  “I was,” I said, “but I had a backup plan.”

  She stared at me for a minute, still smiling. Her men looked uncomfortable, but none of them made a move. Finally, she nodded at one of her guys. He went back into the container and returned with a thick duffel bag. He tossed it at my feet.

  “Check it,” I said to Hartley.

  She opened it up. “Money,” she said.

  “It’s all there,” Janey said. “I brought it, just in case.”

  “If I take this, are you going to hunt me down?”

  “Good question.”

  “I want this to be done, Janey. You got what you wanted. If I take this money and leave, we’re finished. You don’t hunt me, and I don’t have to hunt you.”

  “Is that a threat?”

  “Janey, it’s a promise. You know what I’m capable of, and now you know I have very loyal and capable friends. Let’s part ways here and call it a win for everybody.”

  She stared me down for a moment before nodding. “Okay then. It’s a win for everyone.”

  “Good.” I nodded at Hartley. “Grab that bag. Let’s go.”

  “Good luck to you, Travis,” she called out as we walked away. “If you ever need a job, just call me.”

  “No, thanks,” I called back. “I’m a Navy SEAL after all.”

  The last thing I saw of Janey Caldwell was her cold, smiling face just before we turned the corner and were out of that abandoned warehouse.

  “We’re done,” I said to Gage.

  “Roger,” he answered. “See you at the car.”

  I looked at Hartley and grinned. “You did it,” I said.

  “No. You did it.”

  “Yeah. True. I really pulled this off.”

  She laughed and I pulled her against me, kissing her lips.

  “I thought you were done for back there,” she admitted.

  “It’s hard to kill me.”

  “I’m beginning to see that.”

  We walked together, side by side, heading back toward the road. Gage and Flynn had parked the car over there, and they’d meet us once they finished making sure the Caldwells weren’t following.

  But Janey was going to be true to her word this time. She wasn’t going to follow,
because she wasn’t stupid. I had known she’d try to rip us off tonight, since that was the smart move on her part. If I’d had no backup, she could have easily killed us, kept her money, and taken control of the drug trade in the whole area.

  Instead, I had a counter move, and we walked away even. She was a smart business person, and she knew that coming after me would be very bad for business.

  Which meant this was all finally over. Hoyt was alive, at least for now. I suspected that if he made himself useful, they’d keep him around for a while. Hoyt seemed like the type to stay alive.

  But most importantly, I had Hartley. I had the money we needed to pay off whatever was left of the mafia, and I knew we’d get out of this one without any issues. The only people who really knew I was involved with any of this, along with Hartley, were all dead and gone at this point. The Caldwells would see to anyone else.

  From the very start, all I had wanted was to keep Hartley safe, but as we went through this together, I found myself wanting more and more. As I got to know her, saw the bravery in her heart, felt her body pressed against mine, I knew that this woman was special.

  She was more than anything I’d ever experienced before. She was more than I had ever imagined.

  I stopped in a field, the moon high above us. She cocked her head at me and smiled.

  “What?”

  “I love you. I don’t know where we’re going from here, but I need you to know that.”

  She dropped the duffel bag and threw her arms around me. “I know, idiot.” She kissed me hard and I felt it, deep in my chest, that burning need, that intense contentment.

  We had made it through. We had made it through together.

  And we’d keep on making it through, as far as we wanted to go, together.

  27

  Hartley

  One Year Later

  The sun was barely peeking over the horizon as I walked through the damp grass. We’d had a good rain the night before, and the early morning dew was glistening on the drooping leaves of the peach trees.

  I ran my hand along their bark as I passed, row on row of trees, each one just beginning to bear fruit. I took a deep breath, smiling to myself. I loved the smell of the trees as they began to bloom and bear fruit. Nothing made me happier than touching these trees, growing this fruit.

  And they were mine. It was our land, Travis’s and mine. It wasn’t as big as my family’s farm, but it was beautiful and it was ours.

  As it turned out, Travis had a ton of money saved up from the military. Between that and my savings, we had just enough money for a down payment on some farmland that had been foreclosed on. We reworked the land, bought trees, and planted them all along the property.

  This was our first season of bearing fruit, but already I could tell it was going to be a beautiful harvest. The trees had taken root and were thriving, and they were already budding. We had some chickens and some livestock that we used to sell milk and eggs in the meantime, and Travis was still drawing a check from the military, but the peaches were going to be our real crop.

  My very own farm. I could never have imagined that this would happen, let alone with a man like Travis.

  As I turned the corner at the end of the row and began to walk back, I spotted him up ahead. He wore his usual dirty work jeans, but his denim shirt was unbuttoned, showing off his glistening body, already damp from sweat. He’d gotten up early to do some chores around the chickens and was now doing repairs to the barn.

  He smiled as I came up to him. “Morning, farm girl.”

  “Morning, farmer.” I stopped just in front of him, my hands on his sides. I kissed his lips. “How’s it going?”

  “The usual. Building and such. Chickens look good.”

  I smiled. “Good.” I kissed him again. “I’m going to make you a proper farmer one of these days.”

  He laughed. “We’ll see about that. We both know my skill set is better suited for other things.”

  “Oh yeah? Like that?”

  “Like pressing you up against this here tree and feeling that firm ass in my hands.”

  I couldn’t help but giggle and feel a thrill run through me as he picked me up and carried me to the nearest tree, pushing my back against the bark. He kissed me deep and hard, his tongue entering my mouth.

  This was our life. It was hard and simple work, but it was real. Everything was built by us; everything was ours. We fucked when we wanted to and we did what we wanted, because this was our life, and we lived it together.

  Slowly he let me down, still pressing me against the tree.

  “You know,” he said, “it’s been a year already.”

  “Since what?”

  “Since that night.”

  “I hadn’t thought about it,” I said.

  “Good. I have something for you.”

  “What?”

  He dropped down to one knee. My heart started hammering in my chest. “I figured I’d make a proper farmer’s wife out of you. What do you say?”

  “Yes,” I gasped, staring down at the ring he held. “Yes, Travis. Oh my god, yes!”

  He slipped the ring onto my finger. I was surprised that it actually fit. He wrapped me up into his arms and kissed me hard.

  I wanted to be a farmer’s wife. I wanted to be his wife, my farmer, my SEAL, my bad boy. He was still a part of the Navy, but they were phasing him out of active duty, as per his request. He wanted to do something a little less life-threatening, he said, now that he had more than just his own life to worry about.

  It was me and him. It was exactly what I wanted. The sun rose over the horizon, spilling beautiful morning sunlight across us as he kissed me hard beneath our peach trees.

  “Now,” he grunted into my ear, “let’s work on getting a baby in you.”

  I laughed and then fell into his kiss, lost in his body and his arms.

  I wasn’t going anywhere. I was his, always would be his, no matter what.

  I wanted him, all of him, as much of him as I could and more.

  SEALed Bride

  Prologue

  The lights flashed as he put his hand on the small of my back.

  Tingles ran up my spine.

  “Smile real pretty,” he whispered in my ear. “I need to show you off.”

  I glanced at him and felt that familiar thrill run through me, a mixture of fear and lust.

  “Go ahead,” he said. “Show them that pretty ass of yours.”

  He twirled me around in front of the cameras. My short dress barely concealed my ass, and the reporters all laughed.

  He was handsome, charming, and the darling of paparazzi and serious journalists alike.

  And he was also deadly as hell.

  Later, back in the hotel room we were forced to share, he stripped off his shirt and poured himself a drink. “You did good today,” he said. “Wife.”

  I stared at his muscular body, at the scars from a hundred battles dotting his chest and stomach, at the tattoos that snaked up along his skin. His crooked grin drove me crazy, and I knew exactly what he was thinking.

  “Your turn,” he said. “Take that dress off.”

  I had to resist him.

  He was an asshole, crude, rude, violent, and dangerous.

  And I was only in it for the money.

  “Don’t be shy. We have this big bed. I might as well work that sweet pussy of yours for a few hours while we’re here.”

  I had to resist him.

  Even if it was getting harder every day we were together.

  In front of the cameras. At lavish dinners, expensive parties.

  “That fucking body of yours drives me insane,” he said, crossing the room toward me. “I’ll have you begging my name by the end of this night.”

  I shook my head. I was only in it for the money. I had to keep telling myself that. It was just business between us, a way for him to fix his image and a way for me to help my family.

  “You know you want this cock deep between those pretty legs,�
� he whispered.

  Rude. Crude. And absolutely correct.

  I was totally screwed.

  1

  Selena

  I didn’t know anything about the military.

  As far as I was concerned, military guys existed only in the movies and on TV. I mean, I understood that our troops were living and dying every day for our freedom, but I didn’t really know any of them. They were just abstract people in my mind.

  Until I got the assignment that changed everything.

  I stood in line nervously. The campus bookstore was an absolute madhouse. I’d been in there hundreds of times, but I’d never seen it so full before. The place was pretty big with a second floor balcony that wrapped around the main first floor, and there were people on almost every square inch. That was how famous he'd become over the last few month.

  I chewed my lip nervously. It seemed like the majority of people waiting to get their copy of Death From Below: The Story of An American Hero were women, and young women. There were a few macho-looking guys in camouflage shorts who were sporting beer bellies, but they were the outliers.

  No, it was pretty obvious by now who the main target audience was.

  It wasn’t like I didn’t get it. I had eyes, after all. He was tall, muscular, and handsome as hell. Women practically threw themselves at him, and for pretty good reason.

  But he was just so arrogant. In every interview I’d seen him do, he had this cocky smile, this swagger about him. Sure, the book was amazing, and if it was even half true, then the man was incredible, but still. He acted like he was the best thing in the entire world, and it drove me insane.

  I stood around impatiently, my copy of Death From Below dangling loosely in my hand, my notebook in my other. If I hadn’t been assigned to try to get an interview with him, or at least to get a quote from him, by my paper, well, I’d be anywhere but that line.

  “Isn’t he so cute?” the girl standing in front of me whispered. She was wearing Ugg boots, black tights, a short skirt, and a top that was way too revealing for a bookstore.