1001 Dark Nights: Bundle Fourteen

by Kristen Ashley

  “Break it up!” The ref pushes us apart.

  Arms raised, I stand back. The ref waves his hand between us. Fight’s back on.

  Del Toro comes at me, head down, aiming for my gut. His signature move. He’s going for the take down. The split second before he hits, I check the clock. Thirty-two seconds left. His shoulder slams into my abdomen, taking us both down. I land on my back, my lungs contracting for breath, and he straddles my leg in half guard.

  Shit. Not good.

  He rears back for the ground-and-pound. I throw my head to the side and cross my arms to protect my face. Blow after blow pounds against my forearms. Pain rockets through my body. The buzz a steady hum in my head. Adrenaline shoots through my veins.

  With my free leg, I brace my foot against the mat. The blows continue. Ringing in my ears, the buzz goes nuclear. I need to get to my feet.

  My heel digs deep. I thrust my hips, bucking Del Toro off. I’ve got the mount. I pull back, landing a blow that sends blood to the mat. My instincts want blood, but I can’t knock him out. Instinct versus Raven.

  A horn sounds and the black-and-white striped shirt of the ref is in my face.

  Round one over.

  I jump to my feet and head to my corner. My head starts to clear. Shit, that was close. My cornermen shout orders at me while I rinse my mouth out. Blake stands back, and my eyes meet his. He raises his eyebrows and tilts his head. He knows what happened. I came seconds away from flipping the switch. I nod. He holds up one hand, all five fingers splayed. Five more minutes. I need to hold it together for five more minutes. He drops his hand and motions to the octagon.

  Round two.

  Del Toro’s bleeding. Fuck, I need to get hit more. Focus. Concentrate on the end game. My girl.

  In the stands, Raven covers her mouth. She looks scared. Five more minutes, five more fucking minutes and she’s mine.

  “Round two,” the ref yells. “Fight.”

  Focus. We move close, fists raised. Del Toro throws a hard right. I don’t block it. It connects with my jaw. Lightning shoots down my neck. The buzz in my head is now a battle cry. I’m gonna kill this fucker.

  I hit him with double strikes to his stomach. He steps back, gasping for breath. He comes at me with a quick jab to my ribs. Pain blasts through my side. I double over, but stay on my feet.

  We circle each other. He throws a left. I dodge it. He’s open. One right hook would knock him out. I punch his ribs. He stumbles. I’m dying to finish this. I could take him down right now. Easily.

  My eyes lock on his fists. He sweeps at my leg and connects. Pain throbs in my calf. I hop to regain my balance.

  I unleash my restraint, my right fist slamming into his reddened ribs. He grunts and doubles over. My hands drop to my sides with a satisfied smile. Fuck, that felt good. I lock eyes with Raven. Hers widen, flick past me. I spin. His right knee flies up, I move back, but it’s too late.

  Two-hundred-fifty-seven pounds of force slam into my head.

  Pain explodes at my ear. Bright white light flashes behind my eyes. My vision recedes. I stagger. My body hums. My mind empty, but for one thought.

  Annihilate.

  Del Toro steps into my space. I throw a right. My haymaker connects with the sweet spot on his glass jaw. His mouth guard flies in an explosion of blood and spit. He goes down.

  Rag-dolled.

  Game over. Oh, fuck.

  Thirty

  Raven

  “Ladies and Gentlemen, your new UFL Heavyweight Champion, Jonah ‘The Assassin’ Slade.” The announcer’s words reverberate in my soul, raising the hair on my skin.

  He won.

  I drop to my seat as everyone around me stays standing. The voices of the fans are slow and slur in my ears. Their faces contort with the force of their excitement. I blink and grip the sides of my chair.

  He won.

  Katherine leans down and hugs me. My body shakes as she continues to jump up and down. She says something, but submerged in my misery, I can’t understand her. I absently nod, my focus distant, as I force my brain into action.

  What do I do now?

  I can’t think of anything. Except him. My body aches for him, wanting to be held, to cry in the safety of his arms. Together.

  As long as we’re together, we can face what Dominick has planned. It’s not too late to run. I could go somewhere remote, live low for a few years until Dominick loses interest. Tiny sparks of hope flare. That’s what I’ll do. I need to get to Jonah and get out of town. Now.

  A jolt from my hip sends me to my feet. I press the pocket of my shorts to feel it vibrate. My phone. Who would be calling me now? I check the caller ID. New text from Guy? Guy doesn’t text.

  Hello, Darling. If you want to save his life, you’ll follow Candy. Failure to comply will end him. Slowly. You have five minutes. –D

  He has Guy. Holy shit!

  That’s why he never showed. Dominick has him. My breath catches on a sob. I grip at my neck and swallow hard. He’ll kill him if I don’t cooperate. I don’t have time to get to Jonah.

  “Four minutes and counting.” Candy grips my arm firmly.

  I glare at her hand. She’s in on this. Lying bitch.

  Katherine continues to cheer as she glories in her son’s victory. Her love for her son shines in her radiant smile. That same love that poured over onto me, even if only for a day. And now it’s over.

  Candy tugs my arm.

  “Get your fucking hand off me!” My demand is firm, but soft enough for only her to hear. “I’m coming.” I rip my arm from her grip. “Just let me say good-bye.” I don’t give her an opportunity to respond and turn to Katherine.

  I let the love in her face reflect in mine and muster a smile before leaning in to be heard over the crowd. “Candy said Jonah wants me back in the dressing room. She has a pass so she can take me back.” I lean back from her to look in her face.

  “Oh, of course, honey. You go congratulate our boy. I’ll meet you guys at home.” The pride in her smile aches in my chest.

  I throw my arms around her neck and hug her good-bye. “Thank you, Katherine, for everything.” My throat swells as I muzzle the emotion that fights for release.

  “Oh, well,” Katherine says, seeming surprised by my sudden burst of affection. “Thank you for making my Joey so happy.”

  Released from the hug, she smiles, her face shadowed with concern. I nod with a smile then face Candy. My smile dissolves.

  “Okay. Take me back.”

  My legs are heavy as I trail behind Candy up the stairs. We pass through the double doors and into a long hallway.

  This is it. I’m being kidnapped. But my life is a small price to pay to ensure Guy’s safety. Katherine and Jonah’s safety. I should have known better than to fight destiny. Fight Dominick.

  We stop at a single door. Nausea claws at my stomach. A rowdy group down the hall walks towards us. I wonder if it’s Jonah and the guys headed back to their dressing room. If he saw me with Candy, he’d never let me go. Panic surges in my veins. If he sees me, Guy dies. I drop my gaze, my hair hiding my face.

  Two quick knocks and the lock clicks. Candy moves forward and I follow through, head down.

  Once in, I turn my focus to the room. The door slams behind me, and I’m plunged into darkness.

  I gasp. My hands reach out for something to hold onto.

  “Hello, darling.”

  I whirl around toward the direction of the door. My body slams against something solid. Arms wrap tightly around me. I struggle against the hold. Deja vu stills my body and stifles my scream. Why is this so familiar? Flashes from the night in the parking lot of Club Six spark my memory.

  Oh God, no. Vince.

  “Fancy meeting you here.” Vince’s low chuckle vibrates against my back.

  “No. Dominick, please don’t do this.” I search desperately around the room for a face to plead with, but the dark is too thick. “I won’t run. Just please, leave Guy alone.”

  Vince tigh
tens his hold. Air is pushed from my lungs on a whimper.

  “And I’m supposed to take your word for it?” Dominick laughs and brushes his hand against my cheek. “Don’t you worry, Raven. I will take what is rightfully mine. What I created. You can’t run far enough or hide deep enough to escape me.”

  I jerk my head aside, away from his touch. Vince shakes me roughly then loosens his grip.

  Responding to his words with pure instinct, I suck in air to yell. A soft cloth is pressed to my face. Stinging vapors pull deep into my lungs, my eyes roll back in my head. I kick and jerk. I’m going to die. My muffled screams echo in my ears. Darkness creeps in. Jonah, help me. Then, everything goes black.

  ~*~

  Jonah

  A tornado of applause whips and swirls around my body. Static roars in my ears along with my hammering heartbeat.

  Del Toro is down. The ref yells, “Knockout.”

  Failure rocks me, weakening my knees. I drop to the mat. Only a minute and a half left in the round, and I would have had it. I watch in slow motion as my team climbs the chain link. They rush toward me, faces alight with victory.

  I search out the one member of my team still standing on the outside. Blake. His glare meets mine. Whatever he sees brings life to his body, spurring him into action. He hops the fence, pushing his way through people. I’m detached, a bystander in my own skin. My conscious mind struggles with reality. It ended so fast. I just . . . snapped. I won the title, but lost the prize.

  Desperation brings me back. Voices go from static to clear as I regain my senses. I need to find her. I sit back on my heels. My eyes magnify the faces around me, like binoculars, bringing into focus my surroundings. I search the crowd. A mob of people block my view, jarring me from all angles. They yell, patting my shoulder. My back. My head.

  “Find her.” The mumbled words are a weak command to my body.

  Blake drops to his knees in front of me, his hands on my shoulders, forcing my attention.

  “Do not lose your shit, man. Lock it down, you hear me.” His voice is commanding, his words a touchstone to my sanity.

  I hold his eyes and fight against the tide of crippling emotions that pull at my soul.

  “There ya go. Hold your shit, man. Stay focused on me.”

  I look at him, but don’t see him. Instead visions of my future flicker through my mind. Raven in white. A little girl with aquamarine eyes and my dimples, pigtails and pink ballet shoes. My girl in my bed, every night, forever. Everything I just lost.

  Blinking away the burn, I swallow hard. I lurch forward, on all fours, fighting the rising bile. A stabbing pain rocks my midsection, and I spit my mouth guard to the mat.

  “Don’t do this now, man. Not here.”

  “I lost her.” My voice grates against my throat as I force out the words. I can’t believe it. I couldn’t save her.

  “No. You don’t lose. ‘The Assassin’ does not lose.” He grips my shoulders, pulling me to my feet.

  Breathing deep, I force a nod. My skin feels tight surrounded by people in my space. I need to get out of here. I can’t think straight.

  I need Raven. To touch her and remind myself that she’s real and . . . still here. Her birthday isn’t until tomorrow. We have a few hours to get out of town. Disappear. At least until we can come up with a better plan.

  On a visceral quest, I push through the crowd. No faces, no familiarity, just bodies. Obstacles that stand between me and Raven.

  At the octagon’s perimeter, I search the arena, scanning the crowd. Where is she?

  A microphone is shoved in my face. “‘Assassin,’ how does it feel to be the new UFL Heavyweight Champion?”

  “No questions.” Blake’s voice draws my attention. He tilts his head towards the octagon’s exit.

  From there, I scan the seats where Raven was sitting. People crowd around the octagon. Security pushes them back. My eyes pick apart each person, and, still, no Raven.

  “Where is she?”

  Blake grips the chain link, focused and scanning. “They’re gone. They were right there.” He points to the row of seats they were in just seconds before the fight ended.

  My hands rake through my hair. No. This cannot be fucking happening. My aching muscles contract as my fists tighten. She couldn’t have gone far. I continue to scan the area, hoping her face will appear in the crowd. Still nothing. I’ll pick this entire place apart, one motherfucker at a time, until I find my girl.

  “‘Assassin!’ Great fight! Can you tell us what it feels like to have won—”

  Blake shoves the reporter in the chest, sending him back and landing ass to mat. “No fucking questions.” Blake towers over the downed reporter before turning back to me. “Shit.” He sounds annoyed as if the guy was nothing more than an obnoxious mosquito.

  He looks over my shoulder.

  “There’s your mom.” Blake’s voice rises above the roar of the crowd. I follow his stare.

  She’s standing at the floor of the arena, on tiptoes, eyes searching. In a few long, purposeful strides I’m in her space.

  “Mom, where’s Ra—”

  “Oh, Joey, you were great! Congratu—” She moves to embrace me, but I catch her wrists, forcing her eyes to mine.

  “Mom. Where’s Raven?”

  Her smile falls and her eyebrows pinch together. “Raven? Honey, Candy took her back to your dressing room, just like you asked her to.”

  Dread drops in my stomach, threatening to bring me to my knees.

  “Fuck me. I knew that skanky-ass ho was up to no good,” Blake says from behind me.

  Mom’s face pales and her eyes implore mine. “Jonah, what’s going on?”

  My feet burn with unspent energy. I don’t know what the fuck’s going on. But I’m sure as shit going to find out.

  I race up the stairs two at a time. Weaving my way through the crowd, I shove people aside when they don’t move fast enough. I burst through the double doors and run down the corridor to my dressing room. My foot hits the door with the force of a battering ram, splintering the wood frame.

  “Raven. You in here?” I rush through the room in search of my girl. But even as my hopeful eyes continue their search, I know she’s gone. This was Dominick’s plan all along. Send Candy in for distraction and extraction. Like placing the last piece into a puzzle, everything now makes sense.

  I flip the coffee table upside down. “Fuck!”

  Raven is in the hands of a madman. My hands rip through my hair. I should have known Dominick would pull some backhanded shit. Now my girl is with a psycho who uses his own daughter as a pawn in his sick games.

  Resolve burns deep in my chest. My heart pounds with intent. The buzz between my ears throbs and floods my body. My veins surge with revenge in lethal potency. A plan forms in my head. My lips curl as my teeth clench.

  I’m going to get Raven back tonight. I don’t care who I have to kill to do it.

  ~*~

  Raven

  I float in a void, a black hole, tossed on waves of dark smoke. No feeling. Just . . . nothingness. A faint sound taunts me. Calling me to its comfort. I want to move towards it, but can’t grip consciousness enough to move.

  An urgency to fight the dark fuels my blood. I push against the fade. The sound gets louder. The soothing vibrations tickle my ear as I try to place it. The sound is as familiar as my own name. I concentrate harder.

  An engine. A small one, sedan maybe.

  I push harder and hear a moan deep in the distance.

  Is that me?

  The engine is joined with the rhythmic beat of music. I strain to hear it and surface from the murky depths. Feeling returns to my body in sections of warmth like a hot towel lying on bare skin. I orient myself. I’m on my side. My eyelids are heavy as I push to get them open.

  I wiggle my fingers and roll my wrists. They’re tied together. My mind struggles to place myself. I remember Katherine. My heart cramps. The fight. Jonah. The text. Candy.

  Fucking Candy!


  Adrenaline fuels my muscles and I force open my eyes. I’m in the backseat of a car. The driver is a man; that much I can tell from the back of his head. No other passengers. I swallow what feels like razor blades. How long have I been out? I clear my throat to speak, getting the attention of my driver. His head whips around and I muffle a scream.

  I’ll be happy to make it your business . . . all night long.

  “Good morning, sleepyhead. Have a good nap?” His wicked laugh crawls over my skin, making me curl into myself.

  Faced forward, he tilts the rearview mirror, his eyes on me. They glow in the light of the dashboard. He looks demonic.

  “Where—” I clear my throat. “Where are you taking me?”

  His reflection glares at me. “We’re going on a little road trip.”

  “What happened? Where’s Jonah?”

  “I have an idea. Why don’t you go back to sleep or pretend to be asleep so I don’t have to hear your voice? Or better yet, you shut your fuckin’ mouth, or I’ll climb back there and shove something in it.”

  Tears burn my eyes and my throat clogs with emotion. I nod and vow to keep quiet for the rest of the trip.

  An orange glow draws my attention. I peer through the gap in the front seats. A clock. The numbers ground me—give me something to hold on to. Just like before the fight, I watch the minutes tick away, along with my future. As the minutes stretch by, I make myself sick. Every imaginable horror comes to mind. Jonah doesn’t know where I am. I’m alone with someone who hates me enough that killing me would be kind.

  As many times as Jonah has swooped in like an angelic warrior to rescue me, my predicament is impossible. No one will help me now. If I’m going to get out of this, I’m going to have to do it myself.

  The car turns. I tilt my head to look out the window from my back seat bed. My view is a wall of pine trees. We’re in the mountains, and from the sound of the creaking suspension and gravel assaulting the wheel wells, on a dirt road. After another twenty minutes, the car slows to a stop.