by Love, Amy
Blue was pushed against the edge of the ring and the men around Chelsea were fighting and screaming for Blue to hit him. They were practically foaming at the mouth as they begged for the real violence.
Then Blue gave it to them. He took one last hit from Jimmy and then like a flash of lightning he hit Jimmy with an uppercut that sent the other man flying. Blue advanced on him and hit him twice in the stomach and again in the face. She could hear the crunch as Blue destroyed Jimmy’s nose and then it was over and Jimmy fell to the ground.
The crowd screamed and Chelsea strained to see and she sighed with relief as she saw that Jimmy was still moving. He was struggling to get to his feet. Cries of “finish him” and “end it” filled the basement and tears came to Chelsea’s eyes as Blue stood over the defeated but alive Jimmy. Jimmy was trying to stand he was on his hands and knees and struggling to get up, but he kept slipping in the dirt. It was tragic and wrong and Chelsea didn’t know how to stop it. Blue stood over Jimmy and watched the man struggle as the men in the basement screamed at Blue to kill his opponent.
“FBI! Get on the ground!”
Chelsea turned her head towards the stairs and watched as a wave of men dressed all in black came racing down the stairs. The men around her began to panic, but there was only one way out; they were all trapped. Chelsea hugged the wall and tried to get to Blue. She fought through the rushing crowd of men as they shoved and pushed past her. She was at the ring only steps from Blue. He was turned away from her and she reached for him, but suddenly someone had her arm.
“You!” Terrance hissed, as he pulled her close. “You ratted me out? I’m going to end you!”
Blue’s fist came out of nowhere. It connected with Terrance’s cheek and the man’ whole body rocked to the side as he fell to the floor.
“What are you doing here?” Blue demanded.
‘“Rescuing you,” Chelsea answered as the FBI corralled the fight goers and one by one they dropped to their knees in defeat.
Chapter Forty Seven
“Do you ever look up from those anymore?” Chelsea teased Blue as she gave him a peck on the cheek. His face was buried in a textbook with some incomprehensible title about integration and electronics and motherboards. It was a beautiful California day, but Blue, sitting at a table under a patio umbrella, might not have noticed at all.
“You leave him alone,” Jamie chided as she gave her sister a shove. “He’s studying so stop distracting him and get in the water already.”
With one tiny step Chelsea was off the stones that surrounded her pool and submerged into the cool waters. It had been a particularly hot summer in California and her family had been over almost every day to enjoy her new digs. She came up from the water and shook her head and swam over to the edge of the pool where she rested her head in her hands and looked at her family.
First there was Blue, he was sitting at a table and was surrounded by books and notepads and a calculator. He had finished his first semester at CALTECH with straight As and he was determined to not get cocky and let his GPA take a dive. Next to him stretched out on lounge chairs were Colleen and Jamie. They both looked better after some time in the California sun. Colleen had just finished taking her real estate license and was taking a well-deserved break. After her first album went platinum Chelsea had bought her mother an apartment on Rodeo Drive and Colleen had taken to California very well.
After everything Jamie had been through, she decided San Francisco was just too far away and she moved to LA and into Chelsea’s new house. Chelsea refused to let anyone call it a mansion, even though that’s what it was. There were over ten bedrooms and Jamie had her own suite in the basement. It was three floors below and on the other side of the house from where Chelsea and Blue slept and Jamie was constantly joking about how much she appreciated all that space. “It muffles the sound of you two going at it twenty-four hours a day,” she said, when Chelsea asked why she lived in the basement.
“Whatcha thinking about?” Jamie asked as she swam up next to her sister.
“How hard it’s going to be to leave all of this and go on tour.”
“Come on now,” Jamie chided. “You love to perform. Besides, don’t complain like you aren’t excited for a twenty city arena tour. There are girls in this town who would give their left arm for that chance. Blue’s summer courses will be over soon and he’ll have a month long break before the fall semester, so you won’t be totally alone the whole time.”
“That’s true,” Chelsea admitted. And it was true she was excited for her tour. Every time she thought about it butterflies erupted in her stomach and she would have the stupidest grin on her face. “It’s just…I came so close to losing all of you, it makes it hard to leave.”
“Well Terrance is doing twenty to life in San Quentin, so I don’t think you have to worry about him. And, besides, look at this house,” she said, sweeping her arm to encompass the main house, the pool house, the pool, the garage, the fire pit, the two acres of freshly cut grass, “none of us are going anywhere, okay?”
“Okay,” Chelsea said, smiling at her sister.
THE END
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A Harley can make heartbreak a little easier...
Norma Bennett's ex was a scumbag. Trashy. Loud. Overbearing. And it had taken her too long to see it. Now, angry and wronged, she's tossing back shots at the local pub looking like a wild child that no man wanted to handle.
Except one.
She's not drunk, but when Joey Emerson steps up to the bar, his towering height and cool gaze leave her positively intoxicated. But with the way he's looking at her, Norma isn't sure if he wants to tear her clothes off or tuck her in - either way, something in her stormy heart cracks, and she thinks she may have found what she's been looking for...
ELIAS
Elias
I don’t fall in love. I don’t do commitments. I break hearts and crack heads.
F*** them and leave them. That’s my rule.
Until Chelsea comes running into my clubhouse and everything changed.
She’s running for her life and I’m the last thing she needs.
But every time I see those innocent eyes.
Every time I hold her in my arms…
… I know for a fact:
I’m going to break my one rule.
I’m going to make her MINE
Chelsea
I’m out of options and Elias Neal isn’t the answer: gorgeous, rugged and too cocky for his own damned good, he’s trouble walking on two legs.
A criminal who’s not afraid to kill.
A thug that makes me forget who I am.
An outlaw biker whose bed I don’t want to ever leave.
Because I know the moment that I do…
… I’ll be dead.
Grayson
I break things
Bones, hearts, and other fighters. It’s the only thing I’ve known. It’s the only thing I’ve been good at. I’ve got no time for love, no need for affection.
Until she came into my life.
Adriana
When I see her ringside at my big fight.
Those innocent eyes.
Those irresistible curves.
Nothing else mattered except the voice screaming in my head:
Screaming that I want her.
Screaming that I need her.
Screaming to make her MINE…
… and break everything and everyone that tries to stand in my way.
