Dirty Fighter: A Bad Boy MMA Romance

by Roxy Sinclaire

  I told her everything. It wasn’t like me just to open up to anyone so boldly, but I needed to talk. I needed someone to know that I was doing everything in my power to make the situation right again. I knew that I was failing and that I was probably going to leave the race as a disgrace, but I still kept trying.

  I didn’t want Desmond to lose his dream too. It didn’t seem right that both of us had to give up on them just because of the mistake I made.

  “Well, first of all. It doesn’t sound like it was all your fault. I would be telling that Desmond Keys a thing or two!” yelled my sister.

  I smiled, “Thanks, Diana. I know that he was just angry, but he was right too. We will have to forfeit the race.”

  I heard her let out a sigh, “I am really sorry about all this Amber. I know how much it meant to you to be there.”

  “Yeah, I guess some dreams are just ones that aren’t meant to come true. I am sure I can find work somewhere else. I just wish the shop wasn’t going to close, without it, a lot of good men are going to lose their jobs.” I told her.

  “It just doesn’t make sense,” she said. “I wish that cars were like body parts; you know? If you are lucky, and one of your parts starts to fail, like a heart or a kidney, you can just pull one out of a donor and replace it.”

  I laughed, listening to her with only half my thoughts, I was distracted by everything going on around me in the shop. The men knew that things were pretty much hopeless, and a few had already started to silently pack things away. It was one of the most depressing things that I had ever seen. It wasn’t just my hopes and those of Desmond. Each man there knew it was an honor to be on that racing team.

  "Like dad’s old car that he never fixed. I don’t know how many times I saw him take the motor out of it just to tinker around.” Diana was still talking.

  Something about what she was saying, it pulled me back in. My father’s old car. What was it about that old ride that had always been so special to him? It was the engine. He had worked on it for years, making everything about it run perfectly.

  When I had asked why he never tested it out, he said that the timing just wasn’t right. He wasn’t ready to find out if he was the driver he had always thought he was in his mind.

  “A motor like this, Amber,” He had said to me. “It deserves something special. It’s not the type of thing that you just take to Sunday dinner. This is something special. It deserves a home among the best.”

  The memory came flooding back to me in waves.

  “Oh my God, Diana!” I screamed into the phone, “That’s it! I can’t believe it! You are so smart!”

  I hung up on my sister, not waiting for a response. I called the shop, and Jason answered, he was always at work and ready to go as early as possible. I didn’t want to think about how much overtime was costing me while I was at the race. I told him what needed to be done, and he listened in stunned silence. I wasn’t surprised; I had never let anyone touch the motor. If anyone was going to pull it off, I knew that Jason would do so carefully.

  “I need it here in twenty-four hours Jason,” I said to him.

  “Whoa, who do you want to drive it down?” he asked me, knowing that the timeline was tight.

  “You, I don’t want anyone else going near it. I know that sounds rough, but that car was my dad’s baby. I need this engine to come and save the day for me okay?” I told him.

  “Alright boss, whatever you say,” he muttered.

  “Jason, get here as fast as you can. The longer it takes you, the less time I have to try and save our asses and the shop all together. You know how hard things have been for me since my father died. If we don’t win here, I don’t think that I can keep the shop above water any longer.” I told him.

  He fell silent then said he would be there as fast as possible. I didn’t like to share the money problems we were having with any of my employees. It wasn’t their job to worry. All I needed them to do was work, and I would always make sure they had a paycheck. With everything going downhill, I wasn’t going to be able to guarantee them anything for much longer.

  17

  Desmond

  “It’s been two days, Desmond; you need to go talk to her,” Glen said to me.

  I knew he was right; I had been avoiding Amber ever since I had verbally attacked her. I just didn’t know what I could say now to make up for everything that I had already said. She probably never wanted to see me again, and I couldn’t blame her.

  Knowing Amber, she was still trying to find a way to make Theresa run, but every mechanic I had talked too had said the same thing, there was just no way without the parts. The parts would need to be custom made too.

  “What am I supposed to say to her Glen?” I asked him as I drank my beer, “Sorry I was such a jerk? My dreams have been ruined.”

  He laughed, it was a depressing noise. He knew as well as I did that the end was coming. It was like watching a boat sinking slowly in the middle of the ocean. Nothing could be done to save the vessel, but you couldn’t pull your eyes away from the destruction.

  “Just because you aren’t going to win this year, doesn’t mean that you can’t try again next year,”.

  I scoffed, “Actually, it does. I won’t be coming back to the racing scene. The Grand Nevada was the final race for Theresa and me both. I have other things that I need to do.”

  “Man, what about me?” asked Glen playfully.

  “Don’t worry; I planned on taking you with me where I go. I can’t do a whole lot of good without you at my side,” I joked.

  “Maybe there is someone else that you should have at your side instead?” he offered.

  I shook my head and fell silent. Once again, he was right. In the past two days, I had been miserable, but it hadn’t stopped me from staying away from the shop.

  I knew that the mechanics would be packing things up, and I couldn’t go back there. Not now, it was too soon. It was like returning to the scene of an accident. Amber would never forgive me for everything that I said to her.

  “You know,” said Glen softly. “She probably still blames herself for what happened to Theresa. I know that you don’t want to go back to the shop, but did you think about that?”

  I shook my head. I hadn’t thought about it until he had said something. I knew Amber well enough though to know that Glen was right. She was probably beating herself up trying to make things right and thinking that I was still mad at her for everything that happened.

  That just wasn’t the case. I was staying away because I was the one who was wrong and that was a feeling that I wasn’t use to at all. I didn’t know how to tell someone I cared about that I was sorry.

  Somehow, I knew that even after I told her, the chances of her forgiving me were pretty slim. Who would ever forgive someone after all the awful things that I had said to her? I knew I wouldn’t forgive myself. Although, Amber had continually surprised me, so if anyone had a heart of gold, it was her.

  Maybe I could talk her into leaving the race and everything else in the world far behind us. Maybe she would just drop everything and go. I chuckled at the idea; Amber wasn’t the kind of girl to run away with anyone, especially an asshole like me.

  “What are you going to do Desmond?” Glen asked softly.

  I shook my head, “I guess I am going to go tell her I’m sorry. Even if she doesn’t want to talk to me ever again, I have to try, right?”

  Glen smiled, “Whoa, I can’t believe it! You are turning into a real man, Desmond.”

  I punched his arm playfully. I would need to find a way to stay in touch with Glen, even after my racing career was over. I wasn’t joking when I told him that this was my last race. I had other things in my life that needed to be taken care of. Racing was just one on a long list of things I wanted to check off before I kept going on my journey in life. I was a big believer that you should always challenge yourself.

  The Grand Nevada was the final challenge in my racing career. I knew, even with Theresa down, that I w
ould have won the race. My car and my driving skills were just that good.

  I rose from the track bar and paid the tab before smiling at Glen. “Well, here goes nothing.”

  He gave me thumbs up, and I sauntered out of the bar. The sandstorm was finally starting to pass, and I knew that I was going to have to pull myself from the race before they did the lineup the next morning. I just wanted to see Amber first. I knew that nothing had changed but for some reason, talking to her would be the end. I had no plans on returning to the shop after I pulled out of the race, and I owed her an apology before I left.

  If I would have thought that even for one second she would’ve taken me back, I would have run to her the second I realized I was wrong. No woman, at least no woman with her kind of fire, could possibly forgive me. I didn’t want things with her to be over though. She wasn’t like other women though, once she set her mind to something, nothing would change it.

  Not even a man she cared about, maybe even one she had loved at one point. I couldn’t let my feelings start to get to me now.

  My phone began to vibrate as I walked through the storm, it was Amber. My heart did a little flip at seeing her name run across the screen of my phone. The picture was one of her after we had made love. She was flushed and smiling, beautiful. The coward in me continued to watch her name flash, unsure if I could answer it or not. As the ringing continued, I had to know what was going on with her. I hit the answer button.

  “Hey Amber,” I said. I flinched as I heard my voice, I sounded so desperate, even with just those two words slipping from my mouth.

  “Desmond!” she replied, her voice sounding cheerful and full of happiness.

  It caught me off guard; I wondered if she had found another car or driver to work for. Maybe one with a chance of winning so she could still get the credit for being the winning mechanic. The jealousy inside of me flared back up. I didn’t want her working for another man. I didn’t want to think about her with another man at all. It didn’t matter if they were working or just having a drink. I wanted her to be with me, and me only. Maybe it wasn’t too late to save things with her.

  “Amber, listen,” I started to say. I was frantic now for her to hear me out. “I need to talk to you; I am on my way to the shop now actually. Can you meet me there?”

  She laughed, “Of course I can meet you here! Where else would I be silly?”

  “What?” I said in a stunned voice. “I just assumed that you would have moved on by now, you know?”

  She laughed once again, “Really? Don’t you know me at all Desmond? I don’t give up.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked her, my heart filling with joy. I prayed that she had decided to give me … and us a second chance.

  “Just come on down to the shop, I have a surprise for you,” she said vaguely.

  “What is it?” I asked, never having been one for surprises.

  I could hear the joy in her voice, “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, now would it?”

  She laughed before hanging up the phone without saying anything else to me. I stared at my phone, a blank look on my face for several minutes. I had no idea what had just happened. I couldn’t even be sure that I hadn’t imagined the entire thing.

  It was so strange that she would be so cheerful after everything that had happened. I didn’t know what to do but apparently my feet did as they carried me to the shop.

  When I arrived outside the door, I froze. I could hear a commotion inside, and my heart was racing. I didn’t know why she wanted to see me, but I knew that I was going to have to tell her I was sorry and pray that she still wanted to give us a chance even after I had been so mean to her. She had said it herself; she wasn’t one to give up on things. I prayed that I was one of those things that she was talking about.

  As I pushed open the door, all the movement inside froze. The crew looked at me and smiled. They weren’t packing up boxes anymore like I had thought that they were. No one spoke though. The further I walked in, the more they seemed to back out the rear door and give me and Amber space. I couldn’t be sure if that was a good sign or a bad one.

  Amber was standing next to Theresa, smiling. I looked at the two women in my life and gasped. She had given her a new paint job. That was the surprise; I was sure of it, and my heart sank.

  It was a nice gesture, but without a running car, it was just a pretty toy. I would take her home and have someone fix her. I had to be grateful though for Amber’s effort. I smiled as I looked at her.

  “Thanks for the paint job,” I muttered, trying to find the words to tell her how I felt.

  “Oh, that’s not the surprise,” she replied with a sly smile.

  Then she tossed me my keys.

  18

  Amber

  When he walked through the shop door, I felt my heart start to speed up. I knew that we would have a great deal of talking to do. The crew around us seemed to know also as they started to filter out. I couldn’t stop smiling; he had no idea how much his life was about to change, but I was happy to be the one to offer it to him.

  Desmond looked nervous and even a little scared. I had no clue why but it was pretty amusing to watch.

  “What are these for?” he asked me, looking down at the keys in his hand.

  “Man, they weren’t kidding when they said you can’t be pretty and smart, were they?” I said playfully. “Those are the keys to your car. You can’t drive without them, Desmond.”

  He looked at me with utter shock on his face. I loved watching his face go through the realization that his car was drivable. He swallowed, looking for the words. I knew that I was going to have to be the one to start talking. Otherwise we would be there all day, waiting for him to put words together into a sentence.

  “Desmond, listen. I am so sorry that I pushed you to race the other night. Everything that happened to Theresa was my fault, just like you said.” I muttered.

  He stepped forward, “No Amber!”

  His words caught me off guard; they were firm and loud. I hadn’t expected for him to be so strong and adamant about anything.

  “It was my fault! I was the one who raced, not you. You couldn’t have known about the filter. I am so sorry.” he blurted out.

  I didn’t realize that I had been holding my breath. His words rocked through me. I knew that he was being honest. Nothing about what he was saying made any sense. Just days ago he was screaming at me and blaming me for everything. I had never known a man to be so adamant that he was right about something. He had been so sure, that I had even convinced myself that he was right, and I was wrong.

  “Desmond,” I asked him. “Where is this coming from? I know that you could have said no, but I pushed you to do the race, and I knew what a prick Luke was.”

  He walked over to me, “No Amber. It doesn’t matter what happened or who was at fault. The only one who is to blame is Luke and me. He was the one who did the damage to the car, but I was the one who did the damage to us.”

  I couldn’t breathe, looking into his eyes I saw that he meant every word of what he was saying. I had never expected for him to say anything that he was. I knew how I felt about him, but now, now I couldn’t help but feel like there was something more, something that he wanted to tell me. I didn’t press the issue. Instead, I just took a step closer to him and put my hand on his chest.

  “Desmond, I think we’re both sorry for what was said. I want to move past it,” I said quietly, “Together.”

  His eyes lit up, and he smiled, “Together?”

  I nodded my head; I had never been so happy in my entire life. He gave me everything that I wanted. During our fight, I had felt so lost. I had buried myself into working on Theresa because it was the only thing I knew I could do to stop the pain. How could someone break your heart when you didn’t even know you loved them?

  His lips met mine, and I didn’t hold back as I felt his tongue pushing into my mouth.

  “Desmond,” I whispered, pulling away from him.
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  “Amber, I can’t believe that you are willing to give me another chance,” he said to me. “I will never treat you like that again.”

  “Are you sure this isn’t just because of Theresa?” I asked him jokingly.

  He laughed, “Not even one little bit. I love that car, but you mean more to me than all the cars in the world.”

  His eyes grew wide at his own words, and I held my breath. I knew that he hadn’t meant to say that. Still though, I hoped that he had really meant them. As I blushed crimson, I knew that I was feeling the same way. Pushing away from him, I popped the hood and showed him his brand new engine.

  “My God,” he whispered. “It’s amazing!”

  “Thanks, it wasn’t easy to find, that’s for sure,” I said to him.

  He looked at me again in stunned silence. Each time he looked at me like that, I felt like I was on display. I knew that he was amazed by what I had done, but his admiration wasn’t something I was used to. I was used to men in the shop gaping at me because I was a woman.

  I had adapted to the catcalls from others but with Desmond, he made me feel like I was the greatest thing in the world. It was the same way that I looked at him.

  He rose back up and took my hand; I was expecting him to pull me into another tender embrace, but this time he didn’t. He just held my hand.

  “Amber, ever since the first time we kissed, I’ve known something. I have known that I’m in love with you,” he said softly.

  It felt like my heart stopped as I listened to his words. Then my body began to feel warm all over, like I had a fever but I knew that I didn’t. I knew that it was Desmond that was making me crazy, not the heat. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. After all this time, I knew what I had to tell him.

  “Oh, Desmond,” I said with a smile. “I love you too! I’ve known it for a while!”

  I threw my arms around him and buried my face into his neck. “I thought that I had lost you when you lost Theresa.”