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“I want to see a wet spot on my pants from your juices, baby.”
I can practically feel her pussy pulse around me, I know she's on the brink and I want to give her that push. “That's it, mark me with your come, Lou-Lou.”
She spasms against me and I rest my head on the seat and let out a groan when I feel her climax all over my lap.
And that's when she swiftly yanks her hand out and shoves her fingertips into my mouth.
I lap at them, pulling and sucking on them like they're goddamn candy. “Jesus fucking Christ!” I yell, startling everyone.
“Is there a problem, Mr.DeLuca?” the driver inquires and everyone stares at me.
I look down at Lou-Lou. “No, no problem at all.”
Big problem...huge. I have a hard on the size of Alaska currently, one that won't be satisfied until I'm buried to the damn hilt inside her.
“I see, well we should be arriving in approximately 20 minutes.”
She winks and turns back around in my lap, remaining silent for the rest of the drive...until we pull up and her eyes go wide. “Why would you bring me to the fight club?” Before I can answer her, she digs her elbow into my stomach. “I really hope you're not expecting me to be a ring girl again.”
“The fight club's closed.” The doors to the SUV open but I pull her back and cuff us both again. “However I'm sure I could get you to agree to be my personal ring girl if I really wanted you to.”
“Not a chance.” She tosses a fuck you smile back at me. “I'm in retirement.”
We walk into the club and I turn on a few lights. I have to pause for a moment and fight the way my chest swells whenever I'm near the cage. “That makes the both of us.”
“So why did you bring me here then?”
I reach for her wrist and unlock the cuff because I know she won't be going anywhere now. “You said you needed a friend.”
I place my hands on her shoulders and spin her around. “And here he is.”
Her hands fly to her face and she springs out of my arms.
And straight into Tyrone's.
She sobs softly as they hug one another and I swear I actually feel my damn heart smile.
“Tyrone,” she sobs and he hugs her even tighter. “God, I missed you and your bear hugs. I'm so happy you're okay.”
“I missed you too, Lou-Lou.” He pulls back and studies her. “And forget about me, it looks like Momma finally put a little meat on them bones. About damn time.”
She elbows him in the chest and he laughs. “Looks like I need to teach you some actual moves.” He nods in my direction. “Provided it's okay with coach over there.”
I raise my hands and back away. “Pretend like I'm not even here.”
Lou-Lou mumbles something under her breath that I don't catch but Tyrone must because he laughs hysterically. “Dang, it's good to see you again. Missed that feisty attitude of yours.”
He looks at me. “Especially when it's used to put that one in his place.”
I follow them down the hallway leading to the gym, but sit down on the bench across from them when we enter, giving them their space.
I watch as Tyrone instructs her and she takes a few jabs at the punching bag. When she barely manages to move it, he cracks a few jokes, she makes a few sarcastic comebacks; and they both laugh before she tries again.
Although I'm glad Tyrone is having a good time...I can't seem to keep my eyes off her. And not just because I'm waiting for her to escape, but because of how happy she looks right now.
The girl is gorgeous, there's not a hot-blooded male who could deny that.
But it's so much more than her physical appearance. There's something magical and hypnotic about seeing her look so carefree and at peace. But these moments where she's genuinely happy are so rare—it's a tragedy that damn near takes my breath away.
There's a light within Lou-Lou—one that people could easily miss, given both her attitude and how that light in her is buried in the dark—but once you experience it—once that light wraps you in it's warmth and you feel it? You can never forget it.
That light within her is like the light at the end of a very dark tu
That light in her is both my salvation and my damnation.
My eyes shift to Tyrone and my chest tightens. Because I'll do anything to preserve and protect it.
Including the unthinkable.
The tightness in my chest begins to expand and I swallow the thickness in my throat. I don't want to lose Tyrone and Jackson.
Mob boss or not...spawn of Satan or not...blood or not. They're my brothers and I will find a way to protect them.
My eyes cut to Lou-Lou and my chest contracts.
But it will be her that I choose in the end. Because my heart will always bleed for her...only her.
My fucked up thoughts are interrupted when I hear the sound of cheering and look up just in time to see Lou-Lou throw her arms around his neck.
Tyrone grins and points at her. “You were right, brother. Girl's got a mean right hook.”
Lou-Lou beams and I can't help but smile. She stares at me for a second too long and I watch her chest rise and fall before she turns to face Tyrone again. “Can we go in the cage?”
Tyrone's about to answer but she clamps a hand over her mouth and her eyes fill with remorse. “Shit—I'm such an as—”
He rolls his eyes. “Of course we can.” He gestures to me. “As long as boss man doesn't mind giving me and the chair a lift.”
I stand up and walk over to them. “Not at all.” I look at Lou-Lou. “On one condition.”
She raises an eyebrow. “What?”
I toss my jacket on the bench and pick up a pair of focus mitts. “You have to earn it.”
Confusion sweeps over her face until I walk over to the mat and assume the stance.
“Ah, shit,” Tyrone says. “He wants you to hit the mitts.”
She makes her way over to me and I hold the mitts up. “Come on and hit me.”
Hesitation crosses over her features and she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. “I don't—”
“There's a world of difference between a bag and a body.”
She opens her mouth to make what I'm sure is a sarcastic joke but I cut her off. “And if you want to fight Tyrone, you need to know the difference.”
She rests her boxing gloves on her hips and looks around the gym. “You know I'm not actually a fighter, right? You don't need to train me. I thought this was all just for fun.”
I fight the urge to laugh because she's a fighter if there ever was one.
“It is.” I take a step back and look into her eyes. “But I know you're angry, Lou-Lou. Hit me.”
The words are barely even out of my mouth before her tiny body's coming at me. She doesn't have the muscle or the training to make me budge, but she wasn't kidding about that anger. I feel it behind every punch she throws.
I feel it even more when her eyes co
“Harder, Lou-Lou,” I urge. “Hit me harder...make me pay.”
And she does. Her next punch, while not professional in the least, packs a shit-ton of power behind it.
“I hate you,” she says before she deals her next punch.
“I know you do. So hit me even harder, baby.”
This time, she tries to bypass the mitts entirely, so I pull them off and drop my fists.
Tyrone opens his mouth but I shoot him a look. She needs this. She needs to get it out. And even though we don't outright talk about it...because it hurts too damn much...I know I deserve it.