Vengeance: MMA/Ink Romance (KO Ink Book 1)

by Harley McRide

  I had witnessed ‘crank bugs’ for the first time, which was a symptom of withdrawal. It was where the addict thought bugs were crawling all over them and scratched themselves until they bled. Thank God, I didn’t have a weak stomach or I would add my own deposit of grossness to the place. Martina was looking a little rough right now, with dried blood on her arms and face from the scratches. And I was losing my patience quickly with this scene.

  Her constant pacing was getting on my last nerve the longer it went on and was causing me to get bitchier. I was hungry, sore, and I missed my men. It was the day the fight should be happening and I worried Fin would be tired from searching for me. I know they would search and wouldn’t stop until they found me. I just wanted to be there. I’m not one of those people who enjoys another’s pain but I’m a woman who will lash out if pushed or my family is threatened. And Hector had done that. Manny had done that. I wanted Hector to suffer whether I was there or not. And Manny, death would be too easy for what he’d done to my mom.

  The guy outside the door hadn’t even brought Martina anything to eat or drink either. I’m hungry but it is a race on which I want more: food or my men.

  “I get my bag soon, I need a hit,” Martina pounded on the door. The guy on the other side hadn’t answered the first hundred times, I didn’t think he would do it now. But the door smashed open and he held a gun in his hand.

  “Fucking shut up, bitch. You were told to be quiet.”

  “I just need the bag,” Martina pleaded.

  “Bitch, you aren’t getting shit. You blew that when you started beating on the door,” he said and turned to walk out and that was when Martina snapped. Everything that took place next happened faster than my tired brain could process. It was like I was sitting at a movie theater watching a horror film. Because Martina was seriously stupid, like most victims in a horror film. I hated watching them, because I ended up yelling at the screen every single time when a clueless character walked into a dark room, or instead of picking up the phone and calling the police, they ‘check out’ the scary house, which always leads to them being killed. It was dumb, and watching Martina reminded me of that, well except for her crazy ass eyes, and freakishly scary scream, which she currently let loose and I winced. Everything went in slow motion.

  Martina lunged, kinda, well more like jumped at the guy very sloppily, as if she was a clown in the Jack-in-the-Box. The asshole turned, one shot sounded, and Martina went down and I screamed. Seeing someone get killed in real life was so not like the movies, it was messier and the sounds were disgusting. The goon had shot Martina in the chest, but she didn’t die right away. Her labored breathing and obvious pain had her clutching at her chest where she was shot, looking as though she was trying to put the blood that was now oozing out of her back in. Shit, my own chest clenched as I heard the woman who had abandoned her son, was a crack addict, and had been involved in my kidnapping, die. Later I would analyze this feeling of sorrow, but not right now, I was too fucking scared and damn it, I didn’t want to be the next one to die.

  When the guy went to turn the gun and point it toward me, I watched his finger move on the trigger, and my men’s faces flashed in my mind. They were going to be pissed at me. I pictured them the last time I saw them yesterday morning. Both awake and showered, eating the breakfast I made for them. We had laughed and joked about who was going to cook dinner that night. I of course knew I would be the one cooking if we wanted to eat, but it had been entertaining teasing them about cooking dinner. Both men had gotten flustered as I suggested cooking classes for them. Then they had made me flustered when they kissed me goodbye. I needed for this to be my last thought, because maybe the guys would somehow know they were the last things I was thinking of.

  I squeezed my eyes shut to wait for the shot, instead I heard a grunt and what sounded like punches. When I opened my eyes, I watched a woman who was becoming a good friend as she dropped down to one knee and with her other leg sweeping out, she swiped the guy’s legs out from under him. He hit the ground and she was on him, two punches were thrown and his body went still.

  I let the breath I was holding out as the room filled with men.

  I stared at Mel who was now standing and I said loudly, “I need lessons on that move! I could have been out of here yesterday if I knew it.”

  Kink was suddenly in front of me and he was grinning. “Damn, girl, you look like hell.”

  I rolled my eyes and said, “Thanks a lot, Kink. You’re the best thing I’ve seen in days, and that is not saying much since considering what I have seen in this house.”

  “Let’s get you outta here then. Ready to go to a fight?” he asked as he bent and cut my ties.

  I refused to look at the two dead people in the room. As Kink blocked the view with his body, I was grateful. Like I said, later I would deal with this whole thing, but right now I needed to make sure Fin and Tony were okay.

  “It is not your fault,” Kink said quietly, and I knew they were worried about my reaction to the gory scene.

  “Martina and that man had choices, good or bad. They chose bad and the consequences were huge. It happens when you don’t own your shit,” I said and Kink nodded with a grin.

  “Like I said, ready to go to a fight?” Kink replied.

  “You bet your ass,” I answered Kink’s question and he and Mel walked me out the door.

  Tony

  When the fight started Fin had gone in low, wrapping his arms around Hector’s thighs and lifting, he tipped taking the man with him, Fin fell landing on top. It was a body lock; a move Fin had used often through the years. But as Fin had shifted to straddle Hector, he rolled breaking Fin’s hold. They went from submission techniques and counters to grappling techniques, in fluid moves that showed each man had the agility and the strength for the sport. The difference was the skill, the techniques. Fin’s surpassed Hector’s just as he had when they were growing up.

  “Damn, have they been going at it like this from the beginning?” Reece spoke and I took my eyes off the fight. Him being here could only mean one thing.

  “Is she here?” I asked.

  “They are twenty minutes out. We were closer to here,” Mike said and moved closer to the cage. “Lay that motherfucker out, Fin! What are you waiting on?”

  “Holy shit,” Falon yelled and I turned back to see Hector land a kick to Fin’s side, causing him to pause just enough for Hector to charge Fin, pushing him into the cage, holding him in place with his body as he threw punch after punch to Fin’s body.

  “Get the fuck off the cage, Fin! Don’t you let that pussy take you,” Bry yelled. It seemed the teams were making their way in.

  I looked around the crowd and saw that most of the guys had made it in and were position themselves so they could watch.

  “Kink and Mel are bringing her. She sounded fine when I spoke to her. Martina is dead and Jet, Reed, and Raven stayed to answer questions from the police,” Reece filled us in quietly, while we continued to watch the fight.

  “Two minutes out,” Sean said, walking up with Cal, “and, Tony, nice move hiring Mel. When we got there, the woman saw an opening and before we could yell for her to wait, she charged that door, entered and laid homeboy out. Fucker didn’t even get to touch her. The girl’s got moves.”

  “Stopping fucking around, Fin,” I yelled when I saw Fin break away from Hector and move back to the center, keeping away from the cage.

  Hector ran at Fin and at the last second Fin stepped to the side, Hector hitting the cage. Fin was on him doing exactly what Hector had done to him, holding him to the cage. The crowd’s yelling deafening as Fin grabbed a handful of Hector’s head, bouncing his face against the cage. When blood flew, the crowd exploded.

  “Fuck, I have seen fights and been in fights and I have never seen that much damage done in ten minutes, ever,” Falon said.

  “You know that is a lot to take in considering we damn near grew up in a gym. But I have to agree with you,” I said as we watched F
in dodge Hector’s elbow as he fought to get out of Fin’s hold. Fin turned Hector to face him, stepped back and threw an over the top punch, landing it on the brow of Hector’s already abused face. The skin separated and the blood ran down Hector’s face.

  Hector was done, he pushed Fin, moving away from the cage. Fin’s face was bruised, but with no open cuts. I noted he favored the one side where Hector had landed several kicks. I knew there was no way Hector could handle Fin and it hit me then that Fin was waiting, he was giving Hector just enough of an opportunity, allowing the man to think he had a chance.

  “Fucking hell, Fin, it’s time.” When I turned at Cal’s words, I saw the crowd to the side parting as Mel pushed her way through with Brook behind her and Kink following protectively at her back.

  Our girl looked tired and pale, but her eyes were on the cage until they got closer and then she fell into my open arms. She held on tight as I kissed her head. It was almost over. At least part of it. Manny had been a no-show. But Hector would be taken down and we had Brook back. Now maybe we could move on to showing our woman she was meant to be ours forever.

  After a tight squeeze she pulled back, moved to my side and I watched in amazement as the woman who already had been through so much, straighten her spine and moved right up to the cage.

  “I’m ready to go home, Fin. Are you coming?” At her words, Fin stopped a punch mid-air and his head jerked in the direction of her voice. I looked toward Hector and his eyes went wide when he saw Brook, then he looked around the crowd that had quieted when the fighting stopped.

  “Sure am, sweetheart. Good to see you. I’ll be done in a just a minute.” Fin turned back to Hector.

  “Take two, honey,” Brook yelled back.

  “Only need the one, baby girl,” Fin said and he didn’t lie.

  Hector sneered, “You’ll never take me down whether you win here or not. I rule this domain.”

  “You don’t even rule your own mind,” Fin said, then charged, hit Hector low, wrapped him up and dumped him. By the time Hector hit the mat, Fin was already on top of him, straddling him and, when his arm drew back, I knew it would be over. The blow landed dead on Hector’s chin, his head pushed back and his eyes closed. Fin stood and moved away from the unconscious man.

  “Open the fucking cage, I got a woman to take home.”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Fin

  “I know everyone wanted to come back to the gym to celebrate but goddamn, is it wrong that I just want to take our woman home?” Tony stood beside me while Franco wiped my face down with the ointment to keep the swelling at bay. “Only wanted to stop here to pick this shit up, I could do this myself at the house, where my woman can kiss all the places that hurt.”

  “Stop fidgeting and Franco can finish so that can happen,” Tony said, “I got a hurt I would like to have kissed too.” Franco chuckled but kept on rubbing the ointment in.

  I knew Tony was as ready as I was too. But when we walked in just to pick up the cream, everyone started to arrive and now the gym was a mini party as my brothers and Kink and his brothers recounted the night’s events. And our woman was now front and center telling them about Mel kicking ass.

  “Done, boss.”

  Franco finished and walked out as Jet walked in.

  “Whatever you want, Jet, it’s yours as long as we can get out of here without getting delayed again.” Yeah, Tony was ready to go. I smiled.

  “As much as I would love to take advantage of that. I got info I’m sure you want to hear before you leave. Could make for a more enjoyable night.”

  “It better be good. Shoot,” Tony said.

  “Hector was shot thirty minutes ago. He was at some chick’s place, cops found his body on the couch, arriving after a 911 call from a neighbor who heard shots fired. He had one in the forehead and one through the heart. The chick is in the wind.

  “The fights have been moving to different warehouses. They’d found some paperwork in the chick’s place that showed different addresses and figures on the money and drugs. No names. Warehouses are owned by the same company but when you start digging on them, they keep leading to other companies. Could take a while to un-muddy that trail to see where it finally leads.

  “And then the best news, well depending on who looks at it. The body of Manny Sanchez was found or should I say dumped, because it was tossed out in front of Southside Haven. Ran the video for that time, it is the same MO as when Hector’s boy was tossed at the ER: driver covered up, no plate on car. Someone is sending a message. Manny, Hector, and Ms. Maddie’s bullets match. Same gun.

  “To lighten your evening I have this message from Anthony Sr.—Maxi is fine and he took the Taser away from your mom.”

  “Christ, enough,” Tony laughed.

  “Can we go home now?” I asked.

  “Let’s get our woman.” Tony started out of the room. I jumped down off the table and followed.

  “Don’t stop for anyone. Just grab her,” I said and kept the same pace as Tony walked up behind Brook who was talking with Mel, and swooped her up in his arms, heading for the door. I never missed a step as I passed Mike.

  “Lock the place up for me.”

  “You got it, bro,” I heard followed by the catcalls for Tony and Brook, who was laughing. And that was the sweetest sound in the world. One that could have easily been taken away from us.

  “I could kiss Mike,” I said.

  “Me too,” Tony smiled over at me as we continued to walk.

  “Mace needs a raise.”

  “He sure does. He sure does,” he said and I watched as he squeezed Brook a little tighter into his chest.

  Brooklyn

  I stepped out of the bathroom, my hand clutching the front of my robe shut. I’d been fighting an inner battle for the last ten minutes on which outfit to wear. Despite not loving the idea of traipsing around in a pale pink see-through babydoll with matching garter belt and white thigh highs, it was the lesser of two evils. Mel had gone to the lingerie shop and picked up my order when she found out I was safe. I thanked her but when I opened the bag and saw what was inside I kinda freaked, she had changed my order. The outfit was a black leather strappy, barely there number with such little material I wondered how to get into the damn thing.

  I wanted to make this night special, because of all the shit that had gone on, this was finally going to be the start of our relationship. So I wanted everything perfect. My hair was pulled up on top of my head in a messy bun from my bath, and wisps of hair hung down in ringlet curls framing my face and down the back of my neck.

  Fin and Tony were kicked back on the bed, one on each side with a spot in the middle reserved for me. They were naked from the waist up, the covers concealing what I’d soon find to be them in all of their naked glory, cocks erect and balls loaded.

  “Take it off, baby. It is time for you to show us your tat,” Fin encouraged, his hand sliding under the covers to stroke his dick. I watched the covers move up and down over his groin and my mouth went dry.

  “Nice and slow,” Tony added, his hand doing the same, except he didn’t remain concealed by the blanket. He flipped his side back and stroked himself where I could watch. They were playing dirty, and they knew it. There was nothing hotter than seeing my men fisting themselves because of me. I nodded and let my death grip on the material loosen, the front of my thin silk robe falling apart. Both men sucked in a breath, boosting my confidence enough I found myself shrugging it off over my shoulders into a puddle on the floor. Unsure what to do, I decided to just go with it and crawled up between them, keeping each move deliberate and intentional. When I got eye level with them on my hands and knees, I licked my lips, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth.

  “Fuck you’re gorgeous, baby,” Tony hissed in on a throaty breath.

  I grinned and then turned a little, showing them the tattoo Kink and Michael gave me that saved my life. I heard them suck in a breath and I grinned. Kink was right, they thought it was sexy, I knew
this because I could actually feel their desire. It was palpable.

  “Beautiful and perfect, just like you. Come here, baby. I want to taste you,” Fin hummed, pulling me down between them and under the covers. Tony rolled toward me while Fin leaned over and kissed me, the sweetness morphing with pure passion that had my pussy good and wet when Tony’s hand slipped between my thighs.

  “I love that you did that for us, one day soon I am gonna fuck you from behind and stare at that tat, baby. Damn, she’s so wet, I think she likes the sound of that, Fin. Damn, baby, you’re so fucking hot.” Tony trailed my juices up and down my slit, coating my clit and working it back to my ass. I tilted my hips just enough when his finger did another swipe and the tip of his finger pushed in my ass.

  “Son-of-a-bitch,” he growled, pushing past his knuckle, I moaned loudly.

  “Someone is ready,” Tony said, adding two fingers to my pussy. They were driving me crazy.

  Fin deepened the kiss, moving up with my back resting on Tony’s chest before he pulled back and gazed in my eyes. “Let us love you, Brook.” He brushed the hair off my forehead and trailed his mouth down my throat, stopping to pull up the thin material above my tits to get a good view before he licked each taut bud. “Perfect fuckin’ tits, baby. So fuckin’ sexy.”

  “Please,” I gasped. I wanted them. No, needed them. Needed them to hold me like this and love me forever. I hadn’t wanted this at first, or even thought I needed it, but now I realized I had only been afraid I would never find it. But with these two men, no my two men, I’d never get enough. I craved their touch. Lived for their kiss. And right then, I knew I’d beg for their love if I had to.