by Izzy Sweet
Today, Max may legally be recognized as her father but she’s been calling him daddy for months now, ever since she walked down the aisle as a flower girl in our wedding, and he loves it.
Max and Hope appear in the doorway, holding hands and grinning. The two of them are sporting matching Britney Spears t-shirts for the concert tonight. Hope and the group of guys are going while us mommies stay behind to take care of Emma and Emily.
“Why do I gotta be the only guy in a pink shirt?” Brett whines. Chase, Max and Hope are all wearing white shirts with Britney’s picture on them.
“Because that’s the only one that came in size wussy,” Chase grins and looks at Avery for approval for not cussing.
Avery rolls her eyes but she’s grinning.
“It’s okay, honey. You look good in pink,” Mandy tries to comfort Brett.
Brett scowls and accepts Mandy’s comforting pats while glaring over at Chase. “You know Chase, now that you’re getting up there in age, you’re sounding more and more like Dale every day…”
“Those be fighting words, boy,” Chase warns.
“Mommy,” Hope beams at me, dragging Max with her as she skips up to me. Dropping Max’s hand, she throws herself at me, hugging me tightly.
“Be careful, little bear,” Max rumbles affectionately. “You don’t want to hurt the baby in Mommy’s belly.”
“It’s okay, Max,” I smile and hug Hope back. “He can take it, he’s just as big and as strong as his daddy.”
Max nods and steps up, wrapping his arms around us both.
The room fills with, “Awws,”
I’ve been very hormonal and emotional lately, especially today. I sniffle a little against Max’s shirt. It’s been a long time coming, but I’m so happy I can’t believe it’s really happening.
“Baby…” Max pulls away and looks at my tears with worry. “Why are you crying?”
I sniffle and shake my head, feeling silly. Wiping away my tears, I take a shuddering breath and explain, “I’m just so happy.”
Max nods but still he looks concerned. Wrapping his arm around me, he leads me over to a chair to sit down. “You sure you don’t want to come with us?”
“Yeah, you can have my seat,” Brett offers eagerly.
I nod and curve my lips up into a reassuring smile. “I’m sure.”
I’m not quite as far as long as Mandy is, and my belly isn’t nearly as big, but I’ve developed this annoying habit of having to pee every twenty minutes. Going to a crowded concert in my condition just doesn’t sound appealing.
Max nods and presses a kiss to my forehead. A flash goes off.
I glance over at Mandy and she grins back at me. “I just love taking pictures of you two. You’re so cute.”
“A real life Beauty and the Beast,” Brett snickers and gets a hard poke in the ribs from Max.
“Let’s get a picture of all the guys before they go,” Avery suggests, giggling.
There’s a lot of grumbling and a lot of protesting but Hope is so excited that the guys can’t refuse her.
We line the three guys up in the back and Brett tries to hide behind Hope but Max pulls her close and rests his big hands on her little shoulders. They all kneel down so they fit in the picture.
Avery and I each hold a baby while Mandy wobbles up to the group with her camera ready.
“Everyone smile and say Britney!” she encourages and the flash goes off, lighting up their beaming faces.
They might be three of the biggest, scariest guys I’ve ever seen but it’s amazing how one little girl can bring them to their knees.
The End
Also by Izzy and Sean
The Pounding Hearts Series
Banging Reaper (Chase & Avery)
Slamming Demon (Brett & Mandy)
Bucking Bear (Max & Grace)
Coming Soon, (Alexander and Christy)
By Sean Moriarty
Gettin’ Lucky
Gettin’ Dirty
By Izzy Sweet
Letting Him In
Stepbrother Catfish
Playlists
Grace’s Playlist
Available on Spotify
Body Say - Demi Lovato
Kill Em With Kindness - Selena Gomez
Into You - Arianna Grande
Higher - Carly Rae Jepsen
Make Me..(feat. G-Eazy) - Britney Spears
Underdressed - Vérité
Heartiness - Broods
Falling For You - Teenage Mutants, Laura Welsh
Alive - EZA
Bullet (Instant Karma Mix) - Chelsea Lankes
Toothbrush - DNCE
Invitation (feat Yade Lauren) -Yellow Claw
Max’s Playlist
Available on Spotify
My Old Ways - The Plot In You
Take Me Away - The Plot In You
Before I Forget - Slipknot
I’m A Slave 4 U - Britney Spears
Work B**tch - Britney Spears
570 - Motionless in White
Alive - Wage War
Irreversible - Erra
I Bring The Weather With Me- The Amity Affliction
O.M.G.I.M.Y - The Amity Affliction
About the Author
Izzy and Sean are happily married high school sweethearts. They currently reside in Cincinnati, Ohio with their two wild (but very much loved) boys.
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Also by Izzy Sweet and Sean Moriarty
Banging Reaper
Chase
I like to hurt. I fucking love to cause pain.
Punching someone hard in the face isn't much better than sticking my hard cock into some tight little cunt, but it sure comes damn close.
I love the feel of my body slamming into another body as hard as I can. I like locking them up in an unmovable position and making them submit to my will. Hell, I like doing that with women just as much as I do an opponent.
Although I don't hit women, and I’ll fuck up any piece of shit I catch doing it.
I dodge quickly to the left as I stick out a couple of jabs at the shadow on the wall in front of me. I can already feel my skin slightly sweating, my body slowly loosening up from all the tension that’s built up from the last week or so. Instead of tensing up I loosen up and feel the energy that flows into me. It’s a heady mix of anticipation and adrenaline. If I could bottle up this feeling and sell it I would be the world’s wealthiest person.
I've never tried drugs, but I wonder if they can even come close to the feeling right before and during a fight.
“Remember Chase, this guy has had pushovers to get to this point. He's never had a straight ground and pounder coming at him,” Dale, my trainer says. He’s as close to a brother as I can imagine having. I don’t exactly come from a big family. It’s me and Dad and maybe some cousins off in the distance.
Dale's right though, this Ethan guy had the easy road to my title. He hasn't had the long drawn-out battles where you spill more than a little blood to the gods of war.
Ethan Bennett, what a mouthy little bitch. Fuck him and that hot piece of ass he brought to this fight.
“Chase, you're in the zone already aren't ya?” Dale laughs quietly. He’s fully aware of my hatred of Ethan. He knows the anger that has slowly been building up over the last couple of months. I may be an asshole but I don't talk a bunch of shit. I keep my mouth shut and let my skills as a fighter do the talking. I've earned my stripes, and he isn't the first mouthy little shit to come at me mistaking my quiet calm as a weakness.
And he won't be the last.
Hell, I am the fucking Reaper. Chase the Reaper Winters. That’s the title given to me, not some fucking name I picked because I wanted to be cool like Ethan Lightning Bennett, which is just some cheesy ass name he thought up after his first couple of fights becaus
e he hadn't earned a name yet.
“You see that girl who was with him tonight, Dale?” I ask with a small laugh of my own. She’s one hot fucking woman. I don't usually go for girls who don't fit my cheerleader bimbo stereotype, but there is something about her that is absolutely fucking hot.
“Yeah, I did. What the fuck was he thinking parading her around the building?” Dale mutters. It’s not that he doesn't like women, it’s that it was a bit unprofessional to bring a girl who wasn't part of your team into the fighter’s area.
“I haven't seen her before. He may have just paid some hooker off the strip to be his arm candy tonight. Hope he doesn't think she’s going to be a good luck charm for him.”
I hear a sharp rap at the door and the head of a security guard pokes in. “Hey Chase, refs here. Wants to go over your taping and a quick rundown of the rules?”
“Send him in, Preston,” I say calmly, pulling my hood back off my head. I stand up straight and jump a couple of times on my toes.
“Chase, good to see you again. How’s your dad doing?” says Harry, the guy who will be the ref over the fight tonight. Trailing behind him is a state sanctioned official to make sure everything is done by the book.
Raising my taped hands up for inspection, I smile at Harry. “Doing good. Just had the knee replacement a couple of weeks ago and he's already trying to climb the walls. That man puts me to shame when it comes to how hard he is pushing his workouts. He wants to set the record for a full recovery in the rehab facility.”
Harry laughs loudly, “I don't doubt it.”
Frank, the official from Nevada Athletic Commission, stands behind Harry stoically and remains quiet. The official guys usually do. They make sure it’s all by the book and have absolutely no sense of humor.
Tilting my head to the side, I hear a nice pop and smile, it's going to be a good fight tonight. I can feel it in my bones. And when I’m done fighting, I’m breaking my celibacy or diet after this, probably both. A hot little blonde and a pizza sounds just about perfect. I don't care in which order either, though if the blonde comes first I might try to eat her too.
Harry makes his mark on the tape showing he finds nothing of concern and then the state official does the same thing. They both leave quietly as I turn back to the wall and watch my shadow stand there barely moving. I can feel my body starting its pre-fight buildup of adrenaline and anticipation.
This is it, I've been officially and completely cleared. It’s time for the fight.
Harry and the state official are going to be in Ethan’s room next, doing the same thing they just did with me. It’s on now. As loud and as mouthy as that bitch Ethan is, he’s probably foaming at the mouth at the thought of tearing into me.
“Want to go over any strategies or plans?” Dale asks me with a wink. He knows I don't, but that doesn't stop him from asking.
“Nope,” I say. “I'm good.” It’s our ritual we do before every fight, every single one of them. It’s the last thing I usually hear from Dale before we walk out. I want my silence. I want my time to get ready. And to be honest, this is the time I get giddy and start to smile. I feel like I always know how the fight will go right about this time. This small time before the violence.
I like to fight, and I like to hurt people when I fight. I don't tend to admit it to many people though. Dale knows, Dad knows, and that’s about it. I'm not a sadist or a masochist. Or fuck, maybe I am? I don’t know. But if I have to take a little pain in order to cause some, I'm all for it. This is one of the best ways I know how to spend a Saturday night. And when I win, I make a shit ton of money.
This is the twenty-fifth time I have fought, and it’s going to be the twenty-third time I win.
Twenty-five isn't that big of a number. I mean, I’m older than that number by three years. It’s small in most respects except for one: How many times you have willing to put yourself and your life in jeopardy. The number two though is much larger to me. Two, as in I have lost to two other combatants. I went up against them and I faltered.
“Five minutes!” comes the loud announcement.
I pull out my phone and slip my ear buds in. I like the way the loud heavy metal drowns out all other noise. It keeps me calm, centered and focused. It's time to blare some Amity Affliction.
A few minutes later Dale waves a hand in front of my face to get my attention.
I pull my buds from my ears and hear the music for Ethan playing loudly in the arena. He’s going out to the cage before me and from the sound of it, his entrance music is close to ending. I’m not sure how long I’ve been closed off with my ear buds in but it was long enough. I stop moving around and stand still for a few seconds, hearing the crowd noise and getting pumped up.
It’s go time.
Dale steps out of the door first and holds it open for me. Everything is a ritual just before a fight. It helps me stay calm and focused. I need to know what’s about to happen. No surprises. No sucker punches.
Walking out from under the stands, the chords of my heavy metal song thrums loud enough to vibrate my chest. This is it, the time to fight. Fuck yeah.
I walk with a purpose towards the cage, I don't saunter or swagger down the aisle like I think I’m hot shit. I’m calm and confident, wearing only my Reaper grin.
“Reaper! Reaper!” some of my fans scream and chant.
Tonight is going to be so fucking good. I walk a little faster, I can’t wait to get started.
I glance into the ring and climb up the stairs to the ref and cutman. They are awaiting me just outside the ring. The cutman smears some petroleum jelly across my brows, to help prevent cuts early in the fight.
Inside the ring, I can see Ethan already waiting for me. He’s dancing around his corner of the cage. He’s definitely pumped up for this fight. As soon as he sees me, his jaw starts moving and he taunts me from across the cage.
Like I said, he’s a mouthy little cuss.
I feel a slap against my back and I step into the cage. The ref calls us up to the middle and I finally get to stand in front of Ethan, face to face. I have him by an inch. I grin as I look down on him.
Being pointed back to my side and him to his, I bring my fists up and tilt my neck to the side to pop it again. The smile on my face becomes bigger, I feel it already, I’m going to cause some motherfucking pain. I’m going to mess up his pretty boy face.
“Are you ready?” Harry shouts to me.
I nod, more than eager to get started.
“Are you ready?” Harry asks Ethan and gets a similar nod.
Ethan isn't smiling like I am, he’s stone-faced. Oh well, I just hope he doesn’t have as much fun as I plan to.
Avery
“Man, I’d like to take a bite out of that,” some guy whispers loudly and then there’s a bunch of snickering.
My head turns and my eyes scan the room, searching for the source. There are too many bodies though, and male bodies at that, crowding this small space. Half of the guys in the room have their eyes on me as I stand next to my best friend Ethan. There’s no way I can tell which one of them made the remark.
I hate it. I can’t stand all the eyes crawling over me. I much rather slink into the back of the room and disappear against the wall. But Ethan loves attention, he thrives on attention. He needs it like the rest of us need air.
This is Ethan’s moment of glory. He’s finally got his shot at the title he’s had his eyes on for more than a year. He’s worked so hard to get here and now it’s about to pay off. The room is packed, the noise level is deafening. Everyone is here to see Ethan, to show support for him. It’s a pre-celebration as if no one expects him to lose.
I know better.
I caught a glimpse of the guy Ethan is supposed to fight over an hour ago when we passed each other briefly in the hall. I was searching for the ladies bathroom. I heard from somewhere, somewhere I can’t remember, that they call him Reaper.
I’m afraid to know why.
It was just a brief glimpse, we
passed each other so quick I didn’t get a good look at him, but after those few seconds, after seeing the sharp calculation in his eyes as he sized me up before I even realized who he was, I was left with a bad feeling in my gut. If anyone were to beat Ethan, I felt like it could be him.
That feeling still lingers.
Ethan grins his million dollar grin of bright white teeth that never fail to dazzle and jerks his chin a little as if he’s trying to flip back his hair. He used to have such beautiful wavy blonde hair, but once he took up fighting he shaved it all off.
Ethan’s bulging arm is already wrapped around my waist. He likes to keep me super close before his match. He leans toward me, having to bend down to reach my ear.
“Smile,” he hisses between those dazzling teeth low enough that no one else can hear.
My lips stretch automatically. I only have one job, one reason for being here. I’m his pretty lucky charm.
I love Ethan, like a friend, I really do but this has become quite the chore. When Ethan first took up fighting I was a bit confused. It just seemed so out of the blue. So unlike him. Not the guy I knew at all.
We first connected in middle school. Two outcast geeks who weren’t quite nerds but definitely not cool. We had so much in common. We both loved the same geeky books and the same awful TV shows. It was as if the universe was throwing us together knowing we were perfect for each other. Knowing we would be best of friends.
Ethan lived in the same part of town as me throughout middle school but during our freshman year of high school his father’s electronic business expanded and Ethan moved to the upper side. We were still friends though for the most part. I guess it’s only natural that we grew apart during high school especially with puberty and all. Ethan had money, he became more popular and hung out with the popular crowds. But he always made time for me after school. And I just kind of stayed the same until I graduated and lost my grandmother.
