Hook Me

Men of Inked - 2

Chelle Bliss

Dedication

To my one and only,

You’ve sacrificed countless hours of time together to help my dream come true.

Without you, I wouldn’t know be able to write about such passion and true love. I thought love like that only happened in books, but everyday you prove me wrong.

I love you.

To my parents,

I don’t have words for all you’ve done for me.  The sacrifices you’ve made throughout my life.

I will be eternally grateful. ~Love, Your Daughter

And to Kaylee,

My fantastic assistant that kept me sane during the last two month, I couldn’t have done this without you! Love ya HARD girl!

Prologue

MICHAEL

Spring

Wiping the blood from my brow, I glared at Tito. The wound stung as sweat trickled into the open cut just above my swollen eye. He moved quickly, but I had more power. It felt like a game of cat and mouse. I let him feel confident in his abilities, before I made my move to take his ass down.

A sharp pain in my ribs stole my breath as I kicked him in the thigh before the bottom of my palm connected with his chin. As his head flew back, I grabbed him around the waist, lifting him off the ground, and threw him on his ass. When my body crashed on top of him, the dull pain in my ribs became excruciating. I couldn’t relent or release him. I fought through the discomfort and held him down as he kicked and flailed like a trapped bitch.

His grunts grew louder and I took the opportunity to hit him in the face as he was locked in my grip, turning red in the crook of my arm. The back of his heel connected with my calf and the muscle instantly tightened. My body may have been screaming for me to stop, but my determination to win the match had me push through the pain and not let go.

Blowing the whistle, the ref called the match to a close. Releasing him, I limped to my feet and held my ribs trying to catch my breath. I smiled for the cheering crowd as Tito crawled toward his trainer. I wanted to fall down and sprawl out against the cool plastic material, but I couldn’t, not yet at least.

“You won,” Rob yelled in my ear as he smacked me on the back.

I winced, closing my eyes to block everything out. Through gritted my teeth I said, “Fuck, don’t do that shit.” I exhaled slowly with shaky breath before opening my eyes to look at Rob.

His eyes grew wide as he searched my face, honing in on my hand. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“My fucking ribs. I think they’re broken. I can’t breathe,” I huffed out, struggling to speak.

“Let’s get you checked out. Make sure you didn’t puncture a lung or some shit,” he said as he wrapped his arms around my body and helped me out of the cage.

* * *

I closed my eyes and listened to the noise outside the room. Voices carried through the hallways – the cries, yelling, beeping, and telephones made it impossible to rest. I concentrated on my breathing, taking small shallow breathes to stave off the stabbing pain.

“Mr. Gallo,” a voice said from the doorway.

I jerked to sit up but the pain sliced through my chest like a knife stabbing me. I collapsed against the mattress and raised my hand. “Here,” I said before resting my hand on my chest.

Placing her hand on my shoulder, she smiled at me. “I see you’re here for your ribs.”

“What gave that away?” I said, a little pissed off.

She pulled her lips in her mouth hiding her smile. “On a scale of one to ten, how severe is the pain?”

“Seven when I breathe too deep and about a two if I don’t move and take short shallow breaths.”

“I need to remove your shirt,” she said, touching the bottom of my tank top. “This is going to hurt.”

“I can handle it, Doc. Do your worst.”

Her fingertips touched the flesh of my stomach and I twitched as her nail grazed the spot just above my shorts. “Sorry,” she said, blushing. “It may be easier if you sit up. Take my hand,” she said, releasing my tank and holding out her hand to me.

Holding my breath, I used my free hand to pull myself up with her help. It hadn’t been as painful as when I tried it on my own, but wasn’t comfortable either. “Whew,” I said as I inhaled and winced.

“Just sit there, sir, and I’ll do the rest.” Placing her body between my legs, she reached for my shirt again.

When a beautiful woman says she’s going to undress me, then have at it, I’d just sit back and watch.

Her facial features were petite, small nose, high cheekbones, and large hazel eyes. She glanced up at me as she pulled the material up, exposing my stomach. The feel of her fingers moving up the side of my body sent a shiver down my spine.

“Can you raise your arms or shall I cut it off?”

“I can do it.” I raised my arms, smiling through the pain, holding my breath.

“There,” she said, pulling it over my head. Moving to the side of me, she placed one hand on my back and the other on my chest.

Her touch seared my skin.

“Lie back,” she said softly.

With a very serious look on her face, she tried to hold up my body weight as I reclined.

“Which rib is giving you the problem?” she asked, looking down at my chest. She tilted her head; her eyes raked across my skin as her tongue darted out, sweeping against her bottom lip.

I needed to think of something else beside her sexy ass mouth.

Being in this position, a hard-on would be embarrassing.

“Left side.” I tried to think of the fight, or my sister sitting in the waiting room, as her fingertips glided across my skin. I felt the Doc’s touch everywhere, moving down to my toes. I stared at the ceiling and tried to wipe out all thought of her, but it’s pretty fucking impossible when a gorgeous woman is touching me.

“Right here?” she asked, pressing down.

My entire body jerked. My head flew off the tiny crappy pillow and my muscles tensed. “Fuck, Doc. Warn a person first, will ya?”

She bit her lip, her cheeks turning pink. “I’m sorry. Guess I did my worst.” She chuckled. “I think you need an x-ray to be sure you haven’t punctured your lung. How did you do this anyway?”

“I had a fight and the guy kneed me in the rib cage.”

She grimaced and sighed. “Men, I’ll never understand them.”

“Doc,” I placed my hand over hers, stilling her movement before I pitched tent.  “It was a pro fight. I don’t do street fights and I’m not into bar room brawls.”

“Not much difference in my eyes when someone ends up here. Violence is violence.”

I said with a grin, “Oh, come on. You’ve never hit someone?”

“Not unless I was defending myself.” She pulled her hands back and picked up the chart from the table next to the gurney.

“Well, I was defending myself from his damn knee,” I laughed. “Ouch, fuck.”

“Did you win?” Raising her eyebrows and cocking her head, she stared at me with parted lips.

I wanted to grab her and sweep my tongue inside her mouth. Show her how a real man does it. My strength wasn’t only good in the ring, but I could hold her against the wall and make her dirty with barely any effort. “I always win.” I grinned, winking at her.

“Cocky bastard,” she muttered under her breath.

“My ribs hurt, but my hearing is fantastic, Doc.”

She ran her hands down her face to hide her smile. “I’m sorry, that was rude of me.”

“Make it up to me with dinner.” I touched her hand and saw her body twitch from the contact.

She felt it too – the connection… the spark between us.

“I don’t date men who use their fists, Mr. Gallo.”

“My hands have many other uses that you’d quite enjoy.”

She swallowed hard enough that I could hear it before she looked down at the chart and back at me. “I don’t date patients or cocky bastards,” she chuckled.

“Don’t know what you’re missing.”

“I have to go order your x-ray, Mr. Gallo, and I have other patients to see. I’ll be back to see you as soon as I get the results.”

“Just think about it, please? You’ve wounded my pride.” Pretending to be hurt I gripped my chest.

“You’re pride is just fine, it’s your lung I’m worried about. Stay put,” she said, as she started to walk away.

“Where would I go? I can’t even sit up without your help.”

“Good, then I’ll know where to find you,” she laughed and walked out the door.

Reaching down, I adjusted my dick in my shorts. Fuck, just talking to her made me semi-hard. The half-pitched tent vanished when a burly man walked through the door with an x-ray machine. Never thought I’d be happy to see a man.

His size made it easy for him to move me. After a few shots, he helped me sit up before he left.

I started thinking of all the lines I’d use on her. I wanted that date, but how could I get her to say yes.

My heart sunk when I heard, “Well, Mr. Gallo it looks like a clean fracture.” It wasn’t the sexy doctor but a man that spoke.

“Where’s the other doctor?” I asked, wanting to see her before I left.

“She’s busy and asked me to give you the good news and get you checked out.”

“Fuck,” I mumbled. She foiled my plans. I sighed, “So I’m good to go?”

“It’s going to take about four to six weeks to heal. You can tape them to relieve some of the pain if you’d liked.”

“I know. It’s not the first time I’ve cracked a rib.”

“Here’s the paperwork with instructions and make sure to follow up with your family doctor in a week or so.”

“Got it,” I said, as I grabbed the paperwork from his hand.

Grabbing my shirt, I stalked out of the room to find Izzy. The doctor brushed me off and I was pissed.

Chapter 1

MIA

Summer

Human life seemed to be worthless to most people, that’s what I learned during my time as an emergency room physician.

I wanted to help people for as long as I could remember. My mom said I raided the medicine cabinet to fix my Cabbage Patch kids as a little girl.

Each day as I stood over my patients, trying to revive their lifeless bodies, my education and training felt meaningless. Medicine is still referred to as a practice. It hasn’t perfected and even with today’s advances in medicine, not everything can be fixed.

It’s a hard fact that I don’t always want to accept, but have no choice.

The hardest part of my job, the thing I dread most is informing a family that we were unable to save their loved one, despite our best efforts.

Those words left my mouth twice today and it had been soul crushing.

“Call it, Dr. Greco,” Dr. Patel said, as he stood next to the gurney.

I couldn’t stop myself from pushing down again. Sweat trickled down my cheeks, as a lump had formed in my throat. Maybe if I pushed one more time, I could get his heart to beat again.

“I can’t. Just give me a couple more minutes.” I pushed with such force I knew that a few ribs had cracked under my palm.

His life hadn’t even begun and I would be the one that called his time of death.

“Mia.” Dr. Patel placed his hands mine, snapping my mental focus – to save the boy’s life. “He’s gone. You’ve been working on him for over thirty minutes. His injuries are too grave. Call it or I will.”

Dr. Patel had been by my side today and knew the devastation that we were unable to repair – two car accidents, a gunshot victim, and the little blond haired angel in front of me – a victim of a hit and run driver.

How could someone hit a child and leave him in the street to die?

A child… a goddamn innocent little boy.

I looked at Dr. Patel and was struck by the weariness on his face. His eyes were bloodshot, the tiny creases around them looked deeper with big dark circles. I could see that the day had taken a toll on him too. I wasn’t alone in my despair.

I rested my palms against the boy’s chest and felt the silence within, there was no life left to save. “Time of death: seven-twenty-one P.M.” I closed my eyes and took a couple slow, steady breaths before I removed my hands. I wanted to run to the bathroom and throw up.

A third life I couldn’t save.

“I’ll go tell his parents, Mia. You’ve done enough today,” Patel said, placing his hand on my shoulder, giving it a tiny squeeze.

“Thank you, Eric.”

I usually argued with him. I wanted to be the one to talk with the families and help console them, but today, I had nothing. He patted my shoulder before leaving me with the boy that would never age or have the opportunity to experience all the joys in life.

I collapsed in the chair against the wall, pulling out my ponytail; I let my hair fall free. Placing my head in my hands, I ran my fingers through my hair as I tried to collect my thoughts.

More patients needed me, but I just needed a moment to myself. I couldn’t take another loss; I didn’t have anything left to give. Each time I lost someone, a small piece of my heart died.

Light footsteps broke my moment of serenity as I questioned my decision to work in an emergency room instead of an office practice like most of my classmates.

“Sorry to interrupt, Dr. Greco, I need to prep the body for the family to say their goodbyes,” the nurse said, as she grabbed a damp cloth to wipe down his bloodied face.

“It’s okay. I have patients to see. I just needed a moment to myself.”

She gave me a weak smile before beginning to clean the body. I couldn’t watch. I couldn’t take the sounds of the cries and utter grief that would fill this room. It took everything I had to climb to my feet and pull myself together. The ER had an endless stream of people.

I had one hour left until I could go home and crawl in bed.

I thought about moving back to Minnesota after I finished my internship, but Florida had become a part of me. I wanted to wear sandals year round, feel the sunshine on my face, and watch the sunset over the Gulf of Mexico from my beachfront home. I couldn’t go back – snow and I never got along.

My work had become my life, especially in the summer months when my parents went back home. They were snowbirds and came to Florida to enjoy the sunshine and warm weather when the deep freeze hit up North. They’d been gone a month as spring arrived back home. The quietness of my life had become almost deafening when I wasn’t at the hospital. Today I was thankful I didn’t have to go home and put on a cheery smile for them.

I felt needed here. I had something to contribute, something that many people didn’t. The local population was poor and I wanted to help. It had become my calling. I spent my free time helping at the free clinic in town, and helped raise money for the homeless youth that plagued the county.

I stayed for the clinic, where I volunteered, and the chance to make a difference.

Chapter 2

MICHAEL

My muscles revolted with each kick, every single one screamed for me to stop, but I couldn’t. I worked too damn hard to get to this point in my life to give up now. Sometimes I questioned my sanity for waking up at three in the morning to work out for hours at the gym, but my body had to be strong and I had to be ready to win my next fight.

“Pansy ass,” Rob yelled. “Harder. Your ribs have been healed for weeks. Show me what you’re made of already, Mike.”

He egged me on and did everything in the world to piss me off. Rob had been my trainer for two years. Most days, like today, I wanted to knock his fucking lights out, but I knew his methods were right in the end.

“Your sister hits harder than you,” he teased with a shit-eating grin on his face.

My sister, Izzy, is where the friend-trainer line crossed with Rob and I. They dated for a short time. When Izzy dumped him, I didn’t think we’d continue working together. In typical Rob fashion he brushed it off and moved on to the next notch in his bedpost.

“Cocksucker,” I said, hitting the target in his hand hard enough to cause Rob to stagger backward.

“Better,” he said, as he regained his stance. “Ten more minutes and then we’ll call it a day.”

My drive to be the champion was so strong that I could almost taste the next victory. I wanted to show my family that I had talent and the ability even though at times, at least in the beginning, their support had been questionable until recently.

I won my first two matches and with each victory their support grew and my pop finally started to believe. When my ma said he was bragging to his friends, I knew I had him.

I grew up watching the fights with my pop and his buddies. They yelled at the television and made side bets. He liked to call my fighting career a hobby, but I needed to show him that it was more than that. I was meant to be the champion.

Wanting the gym all to myself when I trained, I paid the owner to wait until six in the morning to open the doors. He liked the idea of the publicity my victory and career would bring to his small town gym in the middle bum fuck Florida and it didn’t hurt that he was Rob’s brother either.

“’Bodies” by Drowning Pool started and it gave me the last push of motivation I needed. Sweat dripped from my brows and stung my eyes. Doing a roundhouse kick, I almost missed the target, nearly hitting Rob in the head.

“Maniac. I’ll knock you on your ass if you do that again.”

“In your fucking dreams, buddy,” I laughed before landing a solid blow.

My forearms burned, my thighs trembled, but I wouldn’t quit.

I had this shit.

“Time,” Rob said, putting the targets down.

“I could go another hour,” I said.

I knew that shit was a lie

I ran for an hour before I walked in this morning, my legs were shaking to the point of weakness.

“Sure you could, tiger.” He laughed, holding his stomach. “Your muscles need to rest and recoup. We don’t want to overdo it with the match coming up.”

“Thank Christ,” I mumbled under my breath.

“What did you say?” He cocked his eyebrow as he crossed his arms.

“Nothing.”

“Why do you seem so fucking pissy today, Mike? Couldn’t get it up last night?”

“That would seem like a fuckin’ blessing right now.” I sat on the bench to give my legs a break as I pulled the tape off my hands. “Tammy. What a fucking pain in my ass.”

“I told you she’s a crazy bitch. Stop thinking with your dick so much and use what brain is left in that thick head of yours.”

I snorted. That had been the funniest damn thing to come out his mouth in a long time – he sure as fuck wasn’t Dr. Ruth. “When did you become a relationship expert? Your shit isn’t all together in the ladies department, Rob.”

“Maybe not, but I told you Tammy was a hot mess. She’s got the cling thing going on and is crazy to fuckin’ boot.”

“Crazy is an understatement, man.” I shook my head. I had a silent debate with myself on if I wanted to share the details of the entire fucked up situation. “I went to her place last night to get a piece of ass.”

“And?” He leaned against the wall and listened.

“And the crazy bitch had a scrapbook on her coffee table. Do you know what the cover was?”

He started to laugh as he pulled his lips in his mouth to stop from breaking out into hysterics.

“You do, don’t you?” I glared at him.

“I’ve heard stories about her, but I thought they had to be made up.”

“She had a picture of a bride and a groom. Somehow she put our faces on their bodies. I opened it when she went to her room and the book was filled with her version of our future. It was beyond fucked up. Gave me the fucking creeps.”

Page after page contained images of our children with names and photos. Little hearts in all colors surrounded the pictures. She had our life planned out and all I wanted was a little pussy.

She didn’t have the brains to hold my attention, let alone make me want to spend an eternity listening to her chatter on about the Kardashians. Tammy wanted status and money and they were two things I wasn’t willing to share with a woman like her.

Tammy knew her role in my life – she was my late night hookup. I never took her out, never lead her on, and never promised her happily ever after.

She always replied ‘You’ll change your mind’, but that never happened.

“Wow, I don’t know what to say,” Rob said, as he walked toward the door to unlock it.

“I ended that shit right there. She cried like we’d been dating for years. What a fucking mess. I don’t need the bullshit in my life, especially not now.”

“Keep your eye on the goal – fighting, not bitches and pussy.”

“Didn’t you learn not to use that term when talking about woman?” I laughed.

His cheeks turned pink as he looked away from me. “She’s your sister and I have nothing more to say about the experience.” He drew the last word out. I knew he had a million things he wanted to say about her, but he kept his lips shut because he knew he’d get a beating.

Rob was crass. He referred to woman as bitches once in front of Izzy and she caught him off guard and knocked him on his ass. It was a proud brother moment. She took down a man double her size and for one hell of a good cause. My baby sister has bigger balls than most men I knew. Growing up with four brothers made her rough around the edges and not willing to take shit from anyone.

“Good choice.” I finished drying the sweat from my body. Grabbing my phone, I threw my bag over my shoulder. “Tomorrow, same time?” I asked.

“You got it.” Rob reclined in the chair at the front desk, kicking his feet up and putting his arms behind his head. He looked like he was ready for a nap.

That shit wouldn’t fly at Inked.

The screen on my phone lit up.

Tammy – there were at least a dozen text messages from her since I walked in.

Tammy: We were meant to be together.

Tammy: You’ll come back to me.

Tammy: I miss you.

I told her last night we were through, even though we never really began.

I never asked her to be my girlfriend.

I didn’t read her text messages.

Fuck her and her insanity.

I turned the screen off as I reached for the door. The top of my head hit the door before my chest connected with the glass. I saw stars from the impact. I blinked a couple of times before I noticed a woman on the ground. She was picking up the contents of her purse that spilled.

“Fuck,” I muttered, as I opened the door to a very pissed off female. “I’m sorry, can I help you with that?” I asked, bending down in front of her.

“Why don’t you fucking watch where you’re walking?” she seethed, as she placed her wallet and another tiny items inside her black handbag.

“I didn’t see you.” I grabbed her lip-gloss that had rolled away and held it out to her.

She grabbed the tube from my hand and glared at me with the most mesmerizing hazel eyes. “Obviously.” She scanned the ground.

Instead of helping her, I stared at her like an idiot.

Her hair was an amazing shade of brown with glints of red that sparkled in the light. The straight, smooth locks hung just past her shoulders. She had a small nose, full red lips, high cheekbones, and large hazel eyes with flecks of gold.

“Hey, I said I’m sorry and I am.” Standing, I tried to be a gentleman and held my hand out to her.

Her eyes moved up my body, slowly at first, before she stopped on my face with scrunched eyebrows. Her skin felt like silk against my rough palm as she placed her hand in mine. In one quick motion I pulled her to her feet. Her crinkled forehead and hardened face disappeared and were replaced with softness. She pulled her hand away from mine with a weak smile and a reddened face.

“How can I make it up to you?” I asked, still staring. It wasn’t her beauty that had attention, but something about her eyes – a familiarity that I couldn’t place.

She used the back of her hand to brush the dirt off her yoga pants. “I’m fine. No need to make it up to me. Just maybe watch where you’re walking next time. You’re kind of like getting hit by a Mack truck.” She laughed. “Hey, I’m sorry I was such a bitch. Just a bad night and shitty morning and you’re the icing on the cake.”

Tilting my head, I gave her a small smile. “I understand. The last twelve hours haven’t exactly been stellar for me either.”

She fidgeted with her phone but kept her eyes locked on mine.

“Got everything?” I asked. I needed to leave. I didn’t need to complicate my shit any further.

“Yeah, I think so. Thanks for stopping to help.”

“I’m not a dick, well at least not all the time.” I grinned. “How could I not stop and help the beautiful lady that I knocked over? I hope your day gets better from here.” God, I sounded like a total moron, but I couldn’t stop the verbal diarrhea that leaked from my mouth. “Let me get the door for you.” I rushed and pushed it open.

“Thank you,” she said, brushing against my body as she tried to fit through the doorway, my torso blocking the small entrance.

A hint of lilac or some flowery shit filled the air, disappearing with the distance between us.

“Maybe I’ll see you again sometime,” I said, not ready to walk away.

She smiled at me before turning around and walking away.

“Yeah, I’m here every day.”

When did I turn into Mr. fucking Rogers? I couldn’t stop myself.

“Maybe we can work out together or something,” I yelled to her.

I’m officially a pussy.

“Sure.” She didn’t sound too eager, but then again, she didn’t say no. She placed her bag next to the desk and signed in.

I watched her as I walked toward my truck.

My cock was hard last night when I went to Tammy’s and that turned in to a clusterfuck of epic proportions without at least getting off for my troubles.

Seeing the girl that I crashed into wearing a tight hot pink workout tank top and black yoga pants turned my dick into granite.

Obviously I needed my fucking head examined.

* * *

I flipped on the lights at Inked as I walked through the door to peace and quiet. An ice cold shower didn’t do much to take my thoughts off the hot piece of ass I ran into at the gym.

As I sat down at the front desk my phone danced across the appointment book. It hadn’t stop vibrating from the non-stop messages.

The girl was fucking clueless.

Last night my exact words to her were, “Don’t ever call me again, you crazy bitch.” I thought it was pretty cut and dry. My words were simple to understand, but apparently she didn’t get the fucking message.

When her car beeped in the parking lot, I braced myself for her bullshit. Izzy would have a fucking field day when she heard about Tammy. I held my breath, tapped the pencil next to my jiggling phone and kept my head down as she breezed through the door chattering on her phone to her asshole flavor of the month.

Izzy isn’t an easy girl – she made the guys earn everything she gave.

Growing up with four brothers hadn’t been easy for her— we didn’t leave her the opportunity to be easy. Most of her boyfriends got chased away when she was younger, but it wasn’t like she couldn’t handle herself, but we made sure to keep her ass out of trouble.

She threw her bag on the floor next to her station before coming to a dead stop in front of me. I snuck a peek at her. She squinted at me, already reading me like an open book, shaking her head.

“I gotta go, John,” she said into her phone, popping her gum and looking at the ceiling. Her hands opened and closed, with her fingertips touching telling me that he was rambling. “Bye, John. I don’t have time for this shit. I’ll talk to you later.” She pressed on the screen before blowing out a puff of air. She leaned over and spit her gum in the trashcan. Classic Izzy.

“Hey, sis.”

“What’s wrong?” Cocking her head, she waited, rubbing her finger across her lips.

“Nothing.” I didn’t want to tell her, but I knew it was inevitable.

“You boys are so bad at hiding shit. I’ve spent a lifetime studying you jackasses. I know you better than you know yourself. I’m guessing woman problems. Just tell me, because I won’t stop asking until you do.”

“Tammy.”

“Ah, the fruitcake,” she said as she giggled.

“What do you know about her?” My phone started to dance across the desk again and I grabbed it to stop the jerky movement.

“I’ve heard stories. We’ve all heard things.” She made air quotes with her fingers.

My sister had been holding out on me. “What didn’t you share with me, Isabella?”

“My formal name. Is someone feeling duped?”

“I swear to Christ, Izzy. Why didn’t you warn me? I mean, I would’ve told you if you were going to date some crazy cocksucker.”

“I tried to warn you, but you reminded me that you’re a ‘big boy’.”

If she used air quotes one more time during this conversation I was going to put her in a headlock and mess up her hair until she screamed uncle.

“You told me to mind my own business. So… I thought I’d let you learn the hard way, big brother.” She couldn’t stop laughing.

I sighed. “Next time slap me, will you?”

“Gladly.” Her fingers tangled in my hair, ruffling it just the right way to make me cringe. “So tell me what happened and why is your phone going crazy without you bothering to look?”

“I don’t even know where to start. I ended shit with Tammy and she’s been blowing it up for twelve hours.”

“Why did you end it? Wait, were you guys really a thing?” She leaned over the desk and rested her chin in her hand.

“We weren’t anything but fuck buddies, or at least that’s what I thought. She, on the other hand, had our future planned out. She made a scrapbook, Izzy. A fucking scrapbook.” I slammed my fist down on the desk and started to laugh. “Shit would be funny if it happened to someone else, but she’s crazy.”

“A scrapbook of what?” Her eyebrows drew together.

“The cover was a wedding photo with our faces glued on the bride and groom. I flipped through the book. It was our entire life planned out and in living color. That shit just isn’t normal, Izzy.”

She doubled over in laughter, smashing her fist against the desk. “No, wait.” She couldn’t catch her breath as tears began to stream down her cheeks. “Did you at least take the scrapbook with you? I mean, I need to see this shit.”

“Fuck. I was so pissed I didn’t even think about grabbing it.” I rubbed my forehead, annoyed with myself for being such a dumbass. “She hasn’t stopped calling and texting me since last night.”

Hunched over gasping for breath, she held her hand out. “Give it to me.”

“What?”

“Gimme your phone, stunad.”

She tapped a few buttons with the tip of her tongue sticking out.

“What are you doing? Please don’t respond to her, Iz.”

She gave me a sour look before turning her attention back to her task.

I sighed, leaning back in my chair and waited.

“Here,” she said, placing it in front of me.

“What did you do?”

“You really need to learn more about your phone, Michael. I blocked her.” She rolled her eyes.

“You can really do that shit?” Stunned, I didn’t know it could be so easy.

I would’ve done it hours ago to avoid the barrage of bullshit.

Izzy just shook her head as she walked away.

Joe and Anthony walked in laughing. They said the usual ‘hey’ walking past me to put their stuff down and prep their areas for customers.

I checked over the schedule while I waited for everyone to finish. Anthony sat first and began to tap out a beat against the plastic chair. Leaning back, he put his head against the wall, and closed his eyes looking lost in the rhythm.

By the time Izzy and Joe made their way to the front of the shop I wanted to rip Anthony’ fingers off and shove them down his throat.

Izzy sat down next to Anthony, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Anything new since yesterday, Mike?” Joe asked, leaning against the desk. He cracked his neck with a quick push to his chin.

Izzy laughed as she whispered in Anthony’s ear. They looked at me and smiled.

“Totally booked. No room for walk-ins unless anyone wants to work extra.”

No one met my eyes.

“Didn’t think so.” I tapped the pen against the schedule and tried to avoid the looks from the two assholes against the wall.

Joe turned toward them. “What are you two giggling about over there?”

I waved my hands in the air and shook my head. I hoped Izzy would take pity on me. I knew the bullshit that was about to take place if she didn’t.

“Talking about the nuptials between Tammy and Mike.”

Fucking little sisters and their big mouths.

His head turned quickly in my direction. “What the fuck are they talking about?”

“They’re being jackasses.”

“You didn’t elope or anything stupid like that did you?” Joe asked.

“Fuck no! Give me an ounce of credit, will you please?”

We spent the next ten minutes laughing about Tammy and all the problems our dicks had caused through the years. It’s strictly a male issue.

I had to own that shit.

When my first customer arrived five minutes early, I wanted to kiss her feet for saving me from my siblings’ harassment.

Chapter 3

MIA

I groaned, burying my face in the pillow and tried to avoid facing the world. My body felt heavy and I didn’t want to get out of bed. Even after a full night’s sleep, I couldn’t shake my sadness from work last night and I figured why the hell not. It was worth a shot.

The only thing that usually helped my mood was a good ass-kicking workout at the gym.

When I walked in the gym and the man knocked me on my ass. The impact scared the hell out of me as I fell on my ass, dropping my purse, and spilling the contents everywhere.

He was the object of my anger. It wasn’t from being knocked down; looking back I was more mortified by it than pissed. I felt helpless over the lost lives that piled up during my shift. The night before had been one of the lowest in my short career, but when I looked up into his rich caramel eyes something inside me shifted.

My brain must have been rattled by the force of my fall.

I’ve seen him before. I knew it.

I lost my breath as I stared into his eyes. I’ve never had a reaction to someone like I had with him. Something unspoken passed between us as we looked into each other’s eyes.

It took everything in me to not react when he helped me off the ground. The moment our skin connected electricity passed between us. There was a snap, crackle, pop.

I couldn’t get him out of my damn mind as I started to run on the treadmill. As my thighs burned and sweat trickled down my chest, I thought about only him.

How did I know him?

Tall with broad shoulders, muscular tattooed covered arms and completely not my taste.

The track pants he wore hid his legs, but there was no doubt in my mind that they were as solid and powerful as his upper half.

When our bodies were inches apart in the doorway, my heart pounded in my chest– if he were any closer he would’ve heard the frantic rhythm.

“Hey, Mia.” A voice pulled me out of haze.

Blinking, I looked over to see Rob leaning against the treadmill. “Oh. Hey, Rob.”

“You’re looking beautiful as always.” He stared at my chest as my body bounced.

“If you don’t stop staring at my chest, I’ll knock you on your ass,” I warned.

He snickered, covering his mouth with his hand but his eyes remained glued to my breasts. “Promises, promises. Why don’t you let me take you to dinner?”

“Rob, I’m sure you’re a nice guy.” I coughed.

He was the farthest thing from nice. He wasn’t an asshole, but he sure as hell wasn’t boyfriend material.

“We wouldn’t work. I’d spend too much time repairing the injuries I’d give you.”

A giant smile crept across his face before he finally looked at my eyes. “You say the sexiest shit, Mia.”

“Not happening. Who was that guy that left when I walked in?” Grabbing the towel, I blotted the sweat from my chest.

Moving his eyes to follow the path of the towel, he asked, “You mean Mike?”

“I don’t know his name. Tall, muscular, walked out right after you opened.”

Brawn didn’t equal brains when it came to Rob.

“Mike, yeah, he’s a friend of mine.” His eyes flickered between my breasts and eyes.

If they were friends then in all probability he was an asshole too. I had attracted more of those in my time than I wanted to admit.

“Tell me about him. I think I know him from somewhere.” I couldn’t help myself; I had to figure out how I knew him.

“He’s a fighter. He has a big fight coming up that I’m helping him train for.” Rob flexed and punched the air.

“Is that all he does?” Fighter – code word for unemployed and a workout junkie.

Rob shook his head and laughed, “Nah, he’s part owner in a tattoo shop. He’s a piercer there.”

A busty blond walked by and started to set up camp at a treadmill nearby. Rob’s eyes wandered in her direction as he licked his lips.

“Thanks. You can go now,” I said, wanting to be alone with my thoughts.

He put his hands over his heart and stammered backward as though he were in pain. “You just dismissed me like that? I’m wounded, Mia.”

“Maybe the girl over there,” I moved my head in her direction, “will have the remedy.”

“You may be right, beautiful. I’m off to find out.” Winking, he tapped my treadmill with his palm before whistling as he walked away.

CNN played on the tiny screen in front of me but I couldn’t focus as my thoughts drifted back to Mike. The powerhouse that literally rocked my world this morning was a body mutilator. He pierced and punched his way through life while I patched up the damage caused by fists and dirty needles.

I grabbed my phone from the cup holder as it began to chirp.

Lori: Girls night out. Game?

I needed a night with my friends. I needed to laugh and hear the latest gossip. I had two days off and an evening to let loose sounded like heaven and a great way to get my mind off work.

Me: I’m in. When and where?

I didn’t give a shit if I had to drive to Orlando, I’d be there.  My restless night would require a nap to keep up with the ladies or I would do a face plant on the table after the first drink.

Lori: Ybor City. Be ready to party your ass off. I’ll pick you up at 9.

Me: I can drive.

Lori: Fuck no, your ass is getting drunk. I got it all worked out.

She knew me so well. Lori and the girls went out all the time. They lived without their work to weigh them down emotionally. Unlike me, they didn’t have to hold someone’s heart in their hand and try to get it to beat again. Their pressures were different but I could never stumble into work nursing a hangover.

Lori was a lawyer, Sarah a receptionist at an advertising agency, and Jamie was a bored housewife.

I wanted to buy a new outfit for tonight. I had a closet full of clothes, but screw it, I deserved something special. I worked my ass off and didn’t feel ashamed to splurge on myself every once in a while. International Plaza called my name.

* * *

I straightened my hair; the humidity in Florida wreaked havoc on my long brown locks, before starting my makeup. I didn’t wear much to work; the long hours typically had me questioning their claim that make-up was twenty-four hour wear. It never stayed put and caused my eyes to look more tired than they did naturally.

I took my time, gave my lids a smoky treatment to bring out their color before applying an obscene amount of Barely There mascara. It made my eyes look bright and my eyelashes long and lush. Lori texted me that she was almost at my house as I spritzed my body with Gucci Guilty and stared in the mirror, giving myself a once over.

The short, tight black tube top showed off my stomach and hourglass figure perfectly. My tits didn’t stick out too much but would be noticed without flashing a sign that read ‘lookie’ here. My form-fitting denim capris made my ass look perky. The leopard print stiletto heels caused my calves to tighten and pulled the entire outfit together.

I sat on the front step as I waited for Lori to pick me up. The neighborhood was bustling. People waved as they walked past with their dogs and sat on their front porches enjoying the warmth of the Florida air. Summer would soon be arriving in full force and people would be scarce at this time of day. The summer sun felt like a flame against my skin and even the mornings were stifling from the humidity.

Closing my eyes, Lori’s headlight blinded momentarily, as she pulled in. The car shook from the loud bass of whatever hip-hop song she had blasting inside.

“Oh my god, I’m so excited. Fuck, you look amazing, girl.” She bounced a little in her seat and held the steering wheel with a giant smile on her face as I climbed in.

I leaned over and planted a giant kiss on her cheek. “I’ve missed you.”

“Me too, Mia. Got everything?” She applied a layer of lip-gloss before smacking her lips together and checking her reflection in the rearview mirror.

I nodded at her with butterflies in my stomach. “Yep, let’s hit it.”

Lori and I met in college. I was pre-med and she was pre-law.  We became thick as thieves sophomore year. Any free moment we had, which weren’t as many as we wished, we spent together at the beach or clubs. We danced our asses off and loved every minute of it.

When college ended and the real world sucked us in, we didn’t have the time to hang out together and drink Corona’s on the beach. We were lucky to see each other once a month and to get everyone together had become virtually impossible.

We could go without speaking for weeks and pick up right where we left off. She was that kind of friend. I envied her beauty though. Her blond hair had a wave that I couldn’t achieve no matter how hard I tried. Her crystal blue eyes sparkled in the light and her teeth were so white they almost glowed in the dark.

“Did I tell you I started seeing someone?” she asked, as she turned the radio down when Justin Beiber started to sing. His high-pitched girl voice made me cringe.

“No.  You’ve been holding out on me.”

When most people were getting married and starting their families, we were still in school, finishing our degrees before starting our careers. Families and marriage were put on the back burner. Now that we hovered around the big three zero, we both felt a pang of jealousy and remorse that we may have missed out on so much for our careers.

“His name is Sal and we work together. We’d been eye fucking for months before things got interesting one night when we both worked late.”

“Dirty girl, doing it at work.” I shook my head and laughed.

“Jesus, I can’t even describe what it’s like being with him. The first time I could barely think. We were going over a case. We argued about how to win and he went all cavemen and threw me on the table. It was fuckin’ hot.”

“Mm, that sounds nice. So are you guys casual or are you officially a couple?” I felt a big jealous. Hospitals weren’t sexy.

“We’re not officially dating. We are seeing other people, but then again who the fuck has the time with our schedule?”

“So, you picked a Guido. Hmm.”

“What’s your issue with Italian men?” She looked at me, wrinkling her nose, before returning her eyes to the road.

“I don’t have a problem with them. They’re typically bossy and believe a woman’s place is in the kitchen.”

“He’s not like that.” Her blond hair swayed as she shook her head.

“Mm hmm, not yet maybe.”

“Bitch, don’t rain on my parade.” She laughed.

I loved Lori. “Never, doll.”

“You seeing anyone?” she asked, just like she did every time we spoke.

My answer was the same. “No.”

I tried the online dating sites and they ended in disaster. I didn’t want to date someone that lived with their parents or enjoyed sitting at home playing video games.

My world consisted of doctors and nurses and I wanted to escape that at the end of the workday, not date someone that would want to talk medicine.

“Haven’t found the right one,” I stared out the side window, watching the palm trees sway in the breeze.

“It’s not easy for girls like us.” She threw the money in the toll box and waited for the green light. We were close to Tampa and Ybor City. Ybor is one of the oldest parts of the city with a unique history. Cigar factories used to line the streets, but were replaced with nightclubs and bars.

“I don’t want to be anyone’s sugar mama. I worked hard for everything I have. I will not have someone leech off me. I want a man, not a child. You know what I mean?”

“Agreed.” She nodded. “Text Sarah and let her know we’re close.”

Lori rambled on about Sal and his amazing cock until we pulled into the parking lot. I smiled and nodded, letting her talk. I applied a little more lipstick as she turned off the car.

“I’m so happy you could come tonight, Mia.”

“Me too, Lori. I need a night of dancing with my girls.”

“Fuck music, let’s get inside and find you some dick.” She giggled.

“I don’t think my Romeo’s inside. I just want to dance and get shit faced.”

“I said dick not your one true love, silly woman. You need a good fuck to remind you what life’s all about,” she said, as we approached the long line filled with beautiful girls in skimpy outfits.

Lori pulled me forward, bypassing all the waiting people, straight to the bouncer. “Hey, Pete. This is my friend Mia.” Lori kissed his cheek.

Pete’s face softened with her kiss. His t-shirt looked painted on as it strained against his bulging biceps. His hair was cut in military fashion, flat top and perfect. Pete didn’t look like someone you wanted to mess with.

Pete held out his hand to me. “Hi, Mia. It’s nice to meet you,” he said, bringing my hand to his lips and placing a gentle kiss on it.

There was no sizzle and pop. I wanted the spark like Michael gave me and although Pete had that sexy as fuck look; his lips did nothing for me.

“You too, Pete.” I smiled, pulling my hand back.

“Your friends are inside waiting for you,” Pete said, motioning toward the door.

“You’re the best,” she said, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Only for you,” he said, kissing her hair. “When are you going to go out with me, beautiful?”

“Pete,” she said flatly.

“I don’t give up easily. Can’t blame a guy for trying.” He shrugged and patted her ass. “Go on in before the line gets restless.”

“Thanks again. Maybe we’ll see you inside,” she said, as he opened the door for us.

The thump of the music made my chest rattle as we stood in the entrance, surveying the bar. People were everywhere and the dance floor moved with the beat and didn’t have a free spot on it.

We spotted Sarah and Jamie at the bar nursing their martinis and checking out the men. Jamie’s red hair bounced as she shrieked and clapped when she saw us. She was typically over dramatic but fun to be around, especially when she had a few too many to drink. She had on a kick ass black dress and red heels showing off her long legs. Her thin frame swayed as she grabbed the bar top.

Sarah wrapped her arms around me. “Been too long, girl,” she said in my ear. Sarah’s blue eyes were glassy.

“I know. We have to go this more often.” I checked out her outfit. “Damn, you look good, Sarah.”

She grinned and twirled. “I’ve been working my ass off in the gym. I’m wearing a bikini this year if it kills me.” She snapped her fingers catching the attention of the bartender and signaled for two more drinks. “He’s delicious, isn’t he?” Sarah asked, watching him move in the tight space. “I’m taking him home as a treat,” she laughed, as her eyes remained glue to his body.

“Always on the prowl,” Lori said, before becoming enamored by his body too.

He placed our drinks on the bar and leaned over to whisper in Sarah’s ear. Her lips turned up in an enormous smile, her eyes growing wide. He was definitely saying something X-rated. He backed away with a grin that could only be described as sinful. “Would you ladies like a shot?” he asked, never taking his eyes off Sarah.

“Hell yes,” she said, still wearing the dopey smile he’d given her.

“A toast,” Lori said, as she raised her glass. “May your love last thousand years but come in six inch increments.”

We clinked our glasses together and laughed before taking a sip.

“Six seems a bit average, don’t you think?” Jamie said, as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

“Hey, when you’re getting zero, six seems like fucking king dong.”

“True, true.” Jamie nodded her head and giggled.

“Drink those martinis because the dance floor is calling my name,” I said, grabbing the martini in front me.

“I’d rather stand here and gawk at all the yummy hotness in this room,” Lori replied.

“I know you would, Lori, but dance and gawk. Maybe you’ll get felt up,” I said around the rim of my martini glass.

“If I could be so lucky.” She laughed as she finished the last of her drink. They were ahead of us by a few sips and we had some catching up to do. “I’m usually the one doing the molesting though.” Lori sighed as she placed her glass on the bar.

Lori wasn’t bashful and made her intentions known to any man that caught her attention. We never judged her for going after what she wanted. Nine times out of ten she hit a homerun, but I’ve never been as forward as her.

“Fuck it,” she said. “We’re taking a taxi tonight or sleeping at Sarah’s place. I’m not going to be the sober one tonight.”

When Princes “Get Off” started to play, we ran screaming to the dance floor.

It reminded us of our college days, bringing us right back to where we all met at a frat party. The song was dirty as hell and perfect. It wasn’t the same song that we heard in the nineties, the DJ had spiced it up, making it techno, but the words were the same.

The mass of bodies moved to the rhythm, bumping and grinding with the music. I swayed, shaking my ass with the girls as we laughed. The colorful lights moved across the floor. I closed my eyes, getting lost in the beat. The alcohol made my legs feel weak as I continued to dance.

Running my fingers through my hair, I bumped into Sarah and leaned against her. We danced back to back, holding each other up. As I opened my eyes, I had the feeling that someone was staring at me.

I looked around and saw him. His eyes were focused on me.

My breathing stopped, my heart stuttered, as my body froze and I returned his stare.

I couldn’t look away as he held my gaze. Leaning against the bar, he paid no attention to the man by his side. He raked his eyes up and down my body and felt flush as heat crept up my chest to my neck.

“Why’d ya stop?” Sarah yelled from behind me.

All I could do was shake my head. My body felt frozen in place and my eyes were zeroed in on him.

Mike, the brick wall from the gym, stood there, watching me.

The dark pants and a crisp white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up that he wore, showed off the tattoos on his forearms. He looked calm and collected, but his eyes were fierce and pierced right through me.

The butterflies in my stomach from earlier came back with a vengeance.

What are the odds that I’d run into him again? Did he follow me or was it some cosmic force pushing us together.

“Mia, are you okay?” Sarah asked, as she stepped in front of me, breaking our eye contact.

My cheeks heated as I exhaled. “Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s dance.” I turned my back to where he stood and focused on the music, trying to forget he was there.

Watching me.

Chapter 4

MICHAEL

“Dude, you okay?” Anthony asked, nudging me in the shoulder.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. “Yeah.”

“Who you looking at?”

I motioned toward her with my chin before taking a sip of my beer. “Her,” I said.

“The blond?”

“Fuck no, the brunette in the short jeans.” She looked fucking edible.

“You gonna go talk to her?”

“Not yet.” The connection was there – a strong enough one that she felt me staring and stopped dead in her tracks. I never had an issue with pursuing a woman, but based on her reaction to me at the gym I’d wait before I approached her.

“Never took you for a pussy.” Anthony laughed and slapped my shoulder.

She leaned into her blond friend and turned.

Fucking women, I’d never figure them out.

The blond looked over her shoulder at me. Her face lit up before she spoke something into her friends’ ear. They danced and laughed and I became transfixed by the scene before me. Their bodies moved together, hips bumping, tits shaking, and I wanted to go on the dance floor and take her right there.

I swear to shit; god wanted to punish me and used my cock to do it.

Her face shimmered, and her hair flew through the air haphazardly as they danced together. I envisioned her beneath me, on top of me, and against the wall re-enacting her moves.

I sipped my beer, the bottle gripped tightly in my hand, as I felt the familiar throb in my dick.

When the song ended, they stood in the center of the dance floor and laughed. I didn’t move. I called her over with my finger.

She shook her head and started dancing when the next song started.

Fuck.

I thought I had the market cornered on cockiness, but she could be stiff competition.

Facing me, she put her hands above her head and shook her ass.

I caught a glimpse at her stomach muscles and I wanted to run my tongue over the smooth skin. It met her hips to create a fuckin’ knockout figure.

A man placed his hands on her hips and she froze, holding my gaze. The cocky grin on her face disappeared, replaced with a pissed off sneer. She slapped his hand away, but he didn’t let go.

What the fuck?

I didn’t want the sleazy bastard to have his hands all over her. I couldn’t blame the guy, but you don’t touch a woman unless she wants you to.

Clearly she didn’t.

She turned to face him, her arms waving in the air as she laid into the guy.

His eyes grew large but he didn’t back away.

I moved closer to them and waited for the moment to step in. I couldn’t let her handle this guy alone.

He reached for her waist but before he gripped her, her knee rose and met his balls in one quick thrust.

Ouch.

I winced, knowing the pain that just shot through his body. I smiled, knowing he deserved it, as he clutched himself rolling back and forth on the dance floor.

“Fucker, when I say keep your hands to yourself, I fucking mean it!” she roared.

Clearing my throat, I drew her attention away from the asshole at her feet. I wanted to touch her, but thought better after what I just witnessed.

I liked my balls too damn much to let that shit happen.

She turned slowly, her eyes growing wide as they flickered to the floor. “Hey,” she said as I caught a glimpse of her small smile.

“That was quite impressive. You took him down pretty hard.”

“I have boney knees,” she said laughing. “Thank you.” She looked too sweet and angelic to have just taken down the overgrown asshole writhing on the tile floor.

“I don’t think we were properly introduced earlier. I’m Michael and you are?” I held my hand out wanting to touch her skin again.

She placed her tiny fingers in my palm. “I’m Mia.”

I closed my fingers around her small hand, lifting it to my mouth. “You smell different than this morning.” I kissed the delicate flesh on the top of her hand gently.

Her scent was sweet and reminded me of fresh baked cookies. I couldn’t forget her flowery scent from this morning.

She laughed and her eyes twinkled. Honest to god, fucking twinkled.

“Not being a creep. Just making an observation.” I’d never been such a dumbass with a woman before. She made me nervous and turned me into a horny teenaged boy.

“It’s my lotion. Vanilla Bean Noel.” Her cheeks turned pink as she looked behind her and waved to her friends.

“You smell like a cupcake.” I licked my lips and now felt like the creep. “Can I buy you a drink, Mia?” I needed to do something to break the awkwardness and my inability to stop saying stupid shit in front of her.

Her eyes returned to mine, the corner of her mouth turned up before she answered. “Sure, Michael.”

I help my hand out, letting her walk in front of me. Her hips swayed as she sauntered to the bar. I wanted to smack her ass for the wicked shit it did to my cock.

Leaning against the bar, shoulder to shoulder, I motioned for the bartender. “What’ll it be? Pick your poison.”

I expected her to say she wanted a girlie drink, something that required an umbrella, but I would’ve been dead fucking wrong.

“Dirty martini, please. Straight up with extra olives.”

The bartender approached, giving Mia the once over.

It took everything in me not to punch his fucking lights out as he lingered a little too long on her chest.

“What can I get you?” he asked her without looking in my direction.

“Another beer and a dirty martini straight up with extra olives for the lady,” I said without caring who he asked.

I wanted to take the rag he had in his hand and stuff it down his throat. He gave me a sour face before leaving us. I threw a twenty on the bar trying to avoid as much contact between him and Mia as possible.

Mia began to laugh as he walked away. “Are you two going to have a pissing match next?”

Her laughter became infectious.

“I didn’t like the way he looked at you.”

“Used to being the center of attention?” she asked with a cocked eyebrow and a grin.

“No. Are you clueless to the way he just eye raped you, woman?”

Her grin turned into a giant smile. “He’s a man. It’s what you all do.”

“Glad you think so highly of us.” I leveled my gaze and grabbed the beer that had been left for me.

“How would you describe how you were looking at me on the dance floor?” She challenged.

“I wasn’t eye raping you, sweetheart.”

“Call it what you want. Your eyes told a different story, Michael”

“What’d they say?”

“Something along the lines of, you and me and a little tryst in the bathroom stall.”

She’s a feisty little thing.

“You wouldn’t go home with me if I asked?”

She coughed almost spitting out her drink. “No, not even after five of these babies,” she said as she held up her glass before taking another sip.

“I like a challenge. I don’t like to lose either.”

She smiled the rim of her glass. “I’ve never been called a quitter.”

I never liked easy.

My life had been filled with hard choices and challenges that kept me moving to bigger and better things.

Everything came easy to my family. We grew up with money, not the kind that Paris Hilton had causing her to turn into a fucking train wreck, but my parents made sure we never wanted for anything.

“What do you do, Mia? What makes you tick besides kneeing a man in the balls?”

She placed her glass on the bar and twirled it in her fingers. “I’m in medicine.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off her mouth. Her lips were full and red from the lip-gloss or whatever shit she had coating them. I wanted to know if it tasted like strawberry.

“You’re a nurse?” I felt like I’d had to pull information out of her.

She turned toward me with her mouth set in a firm line. “No. I’m a doctor.”

I whistled, being thoroughly impressed by the statement.

Dr. Mia was sexy as hell and had a brain to match. “Impressive. What kind?”

“I work in the Emergency Room at County.”

“Wow, that’s some hard shit. Wait, that’s where I know you from.” Her sassy mouth, beautiful looks, and sparkling hazel eyes made it all click when she said County Hospital ER.

“You do?” Her brows shot up as her eyes grew wide. “I hope it wasn’t for anything too horrible.”

“Cracked ribs a couple months back. You called me a cocky bastard I believe,” I said, smiling as I remembered her playfulness.

The corner of her mouth twitched as she titled her head. “Ah, it’s all coming back to me now. I knew I met you before. Sorry I was mean to you.” She blushed.

“Nah, I liked it when you called me that. You said you’d go to dinner with me and I’m holding you to your word.”

Her brows knitted together as her eyes moved around my face. “I don’t remember it that way. If memory serves me right, I told you no.”

“You were supposed to come back after the x-ray but you sent in some schmuck instead. You blew me off.”

She snickered as her eyes flickered to her drink. “Michael, I don’t remember blowing you off. It gets hectic and another patient probably needed my attention more than you.”

“I don’t envy you, Doc. You work a stressful job. I couldn’t do it.”

“Some days are harder than others.” A flash of sadness splashed across her face before quickly disappearing. “It has its rewards too.”

“I give you a lot of credit. To hold someone’s life in your hands is some heavy shit and a lot of responsibility.”

“Some days I question my sanity. I wonder why I didn’t settle for a nice family practice with an office treating the flu, but I’d probably grow bored quickly.”

“Ah, you like the rush,” I said, rubbing my chin and studying her body language.

“Yeah, I guess I do. What do you do, Michael besides fighting?”

“Ah, you remember me now. I’m part-owner of a tattoo shop where I pierce the willing, but my true love is fighting.”

“I spend my nights repairing damage that people like you inflict.” I saw the flash of sadness again before it disappeared.

That wasn’t the reaction I expected. “I never do anything that isn’t asked of me whether it’s in the shop or the cage. Which one are we talking about here?”

“The fighting.” Her face hadn’t changed.

Most women cooed when they find out, but Mia, nothing.

“I don’t street fight – cage matches MMA style. They’re professional. I have a big one coming up.” I smiled and felt proud to be able to utter those words, but Mia still didn’t seem impressed with her lips set in a firm line as she brought the martini glass to her lips.

“Still, it’s the opposite of my job. I help people and heal them and you injure them. Maybe they spend more time injuring you. I don’t know.” She cocked her eyebrow at me and took a sip.

“Don’t be silly, woman. It’s a job. We all go into the cage knowing someone isn’t coming out looking as pretty as they did when they went in. All injuries heal. And wait a minute here… you just injured the hell out of that douchebag. He’ll probably never be able to have children because of that wicked knee.”

“Fighting for money is barbaric.” She shook her head but I didn’t buy her distaste for the sport. “What I did was self-preservation. There’s a difference.” She looked me straight in the eye and didn’t blink.

A bullshitter could smell another bullshitter a mile away.

“Liar.” I brushed my fingers against her arm and she shivered with the contact.

Maybe she didn’t like what I did, but I could tell it turned her on.

She didn’t smile, but there was a twinkle in her eyes. Her body responded to mine… no matter how hard she tried to deny it.

Chapter 5

MIA

“I don’t condone violence.” The words fell from my lips in a flat tone even as my body still vibrated from his touch.

Traitor.

My body betrayed me when Michael touched me. I tried to play it cool.

“Not buying it.” He lifted the beer to his lips and took a sip.

I stared at them as they hugged the rim of the glass.

I wanted to smack the cocky grin off his face. His rich brown eyes sparkled and were filled with mischief as he called me a liar. His words were true no matter how hard I wanted to deny them. Michael was pure man – strong, sexy, and self-confident.

“Can we agree to disagree?” I asked, pretending not to look at his mouth.

He licked the beer from his lips. I had the overwhelming urge to use my tongue to capture the few drops of liquid still left behind. “Want a taste?” he asked with a hearty laugh as he tipped the beer in my direction.

I could feel the blush as it crept up my neck. I wanted to avoid his eyes but couldn’t give him the satisfaction. I always believed in fighting fire with fire.

“You missed a little,” I said before I reached up and used my thumb to wipe the few drops on his lips.

His eyes stayed locked with mine as I touched his soft flesh, slowing dragging my fingers from across.

I placed my thumb in my mouth, closing my lips around it.

He leaned in close enough for me to smell the musky cologne on his neck. “You’re wicked,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear.

Pulling my thumb from my lips I replied, “I’m just getting started, hot stuff.”

He backed away and stared at me before giving me a giant smile. “I may have met my match with you, Mia.”

“I’ll drink to that.” I couldn’t help but smile. I forgot how much fun it could be to flirt with someone, especially when they were handsome and a smooth talker.

He made it easy and made me feel sexy.

At work I never felt sexy wearing my drab scrubs, knee length lab coat, and my hair up in a ponytail. I looked half dead by the time my shift ended at the hospital.

“Shot?” he asked.

“I’ve given thousands,” I replied, laughing at my hospital humor.

“You’re difficult, Mia.” He eyed me as he fiddled with the beer.

“You have no idea, Michael.” I laughed, wanting to throw myself at him and give in to any wild sexual ideas he currently had, but I wouldn’t allow myself to be so reckless. “What do you have in mind?”

He looked me straight in the eye and didn’t crack a smile. “Blue balls.”

“Seems like a personal problem. I could write you a prescription for something, if you’d like.”

“Um, fuck no to a prescription, but I’m sure it’s nothing you couldn’t fix.” He smirked. “Wanna help me out?”

I leaned forward, my lips almost touching his I said, “Usually when someone walks in with an erection that won’t subside, we drain the fluid with a very large needle. I’m a pro. Interested in seeing my skills first hand?”

His mouth hung open as he gaped. “That’s just inhumane. I mean Jesus, Mia, how could you do that to another human being?” He stepped back, shaking his head.

“Better than it having to be amputated from lack of circulation. So what did you want to drink again?” I smiled until my cheek muscles ached. I couldn’t remember the last time I smiled or laughed as much as I had with him tonight.

“Lemon Drop. Let’s skip the Blue Balls,” he said swallowing hard, probably still reeling from the thought of the long needle in his dick.

“Good choice and they’re my favorite.”

“I gotcha.” He looked away and motioned to the bartender.

I studied him as he ordered our drinks. Without talking to him I’d think he was just another meathead muscle guy without the ability to think quickly and hold a witty conversation, but I would’ve been dead wrong.

Michael was a conundrum to me – brains, brawn, and beauty. His eyes moved in my direction for a moment, but his attention was drawn away from me by the clinking of the glasses on the bar.

Grinning, he slid the clear liquid in front of me. “What shall we drink to?” he asked as he placed the sugar soaked lemons in between us.

“To blue balls?” I asked, holding up the shot glass.

“Fuck that shit. Don’t ever mention that to me again,” he said, picking up his glass. “To new beginnings.” He raised his glass and tapped it against mine.

Warmth cascaded throughout my body before the liquid ever touched my lips. I didn’t want to read into his words and feel like a fool, but the thought of getting to know this sexy as hell man made my toes curl. “Cheers.”

Watching him over the rim, he stared at me, never wavering, and winked as the liquid slid down my throat. It burned for a moment and I winced from the vodka before I slammed the glass down. I reached for the lemon, needing something to cover the taste of the vodka. He was one step ahead of me and already had the lemon in his hand holding it.

I blinked slowly. The martini and shot coursing through my system was already starting to cloud my vision. Opening my lips, I stuck out my tongue and waited for him to place the lemon on it.

I closed my lips around his fingers as the sugar made my mouth water. Running my tongue across the coarse pads of his fingers, I sucked the juice and swallowed. His eyes narrowed as he watched my mouth with parted lips.

I had him right where I wanted him. Two could play games.

“Fuck me,” he muttered and looked away as I opened my lips allowing his fingers to slide out.

“You okay? You look a little off.” I covered my mouth with my hand, trying to hide my laughter.

He leaned in, brushing the hair away from my shoulder. “If you keep that shit up I’m going to find another way to occupy your mouth.”

I’d like to say it was the alcohol that caused him to have that effect on me, but I’d be lying. “I don’t know what you mean.”

He wrapped his fingers around the back of my neck, bringing his lips within centimeters of mine. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me. Let’s not play games here, Mia.” He searched my eyes.

I could feel his warm breath against my lips and my heart pounded in my chest faster than the rhythm of the music. Looking into his eyes without blinking, I melted against him. “Who said I’m playing, Michael.”

I wanted him to kiss me.

He inched close, eyes locked with mine, as I placed my hand against his chest. The rapid tattoo of his heart thumped against my palm matching the beat of my mine.

Leaning forward, I closed my eyes, and held my breath. Butterflies filled my stomach and my legs trembled. The warmth of his lips sent shivers down my body.

The noise around us disappeared as he kissed me. Nothing else seemed to exist except him and me.

Tipping my head back, his grip on the back of my neck increased as he pulled me against his rock hard chest. The feel of him against me was amazing as he kissed me perfectly. Not too much lip, a dash of tongue as he held me against him. I moaned into his mouth as he bit my bottom lip. I sighed against his mouth, melting into his touch – I wanted to be closer to him.

His tongue soothed the spot that he’d just sunk his teeth into and my sex convulsed from the tenderness.

We became one, lost in each other.

Pulling away he whispered, “Damn.” He rubbed his knuckles against my collarbone, before releasing his grip on my neck.

Instantly I missed the warmth of his palm. My body swayed, as I stood there in a daze, blinking as I tried to regain my ability to think. Dumbfounded and in a fog by his kiss, I stood there like an idiot with a grin on my face.

Chapter 6

MICHAEL

“See me again.” I wasn’t asking.

It was a simple statement and I thought I’d use the moment to my advantage.

“I know you’re busy, but I’ll make time for you,” I said as I gripped her hand, squeezing it.

Her eyes closed and opened slowly before she peered into my eyes. “My life is hectic, Michael. I don’t have a normal schedule.” She frowned and looked at our hands as I stroked her fingers.

“Fuck normal, Mia. Do you want to see me again or not?” I cocked my head and stared into her shimmering hazel eyes.

“I do.” Her face was soft as her frown melted away and her eyes flickered back to mine.

“Tomorrow,” I said. “I want to take you to dinner.”

“I’m off tomorrow, beyond that I can’t make any promises, Michael.”

“Give me your phone, Doc.”

She fumbled as she dug inside her purse, pulling out her phone.

I grabbed it not letting her back out now and dialed my number. Smiling, I snapped a quick photo and attached it to my number in her contacts. “I have your number and you have mine. What time do you want me to pick you up?”

She waved her hands in the air and scrunched her lips. “I can drive,” she said narrowing her eyes.

“I’m driving and paying. No arguments.” I wanted to surprise her and hopefully make that sassy ass mouth speechless. “What time, Mia?” I asked.

“Is six okay? I have to work the next…”

I cut her off, resting my finger against her lips. “Six is perfect. Text me your address and wear something sexy.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, giggling before saluting me.

I liked her smartass attitude. She’d sure as hell keep me on my toes.

I grabbed her hand and brought the soft skin to my lips. Inhaling the vanilla scent, I peeked up at her face as I kissed it. She watched me with parted lips and wide eyes. “Until tomorrow, Mia. I don’t want to keep you from your friends any longer.”

“Tomorrow,” she whispered.

I waited for her to disappear into the crowd before trying to find Anthony. He sat on a couch against the wall with a group of girls surrounding him. They were enthralled by the topic of conversation… him.

“Where ya playing next?” the blond sitting to his right asked, as she stroked his leg.

“Yeah, we want to come see you in action.” The brunette bounced in her seat.

I rolled my eyes as my brother looked at me and grinned. “Ladies, this is my brother Mike. He’s a fighter.”

Fucker.

The last thing I needed or fucking wanted was the attention of these ‘ladies’ as Anthony so nicely put it.

“Oooh,” cooed the blond as she slithered away from him and turned toward me.

“Ready to hit it?” I asked ignoring them. I didn’t feel like making small talk.

“Sure, man.” He pushed himself up and kissed their hands. “Next Saturday at the Ritz. I’m going to see each and every one of you, right?”

They replied ‘yes’ and nodded with conviction.

I grabbed his shirt, pulling him away from his fans. “You’re such a whore at times, Anth.”

“I know. Whatever fills the seats, Mike. What girl doesn’t like a rocker?” He shrugged and waved at them over his shoulder as we walked away. “Hey, can we stop by the Ritz? I want to ask the owner a quick question.”

“Not a problem.”

“Tell me about the girl you were talking to,” he said as he slapped my shoulder.

I looked at him and laughed. “She’s not who she seems to be.” Sometimes there are things you keep close to the vest – especially in my big mouth family.

“I saw her knee that guy in the balls. She seems pretty hard core.”

“She’s something else. Impressed the hell out of me, really.”

“Hmm,” he said as we made our way toward the Ritz.

“What the fuck does ‘hmm’ mean?”

“Nothing. I think you need a ball buster in your life,” he said through a laugh.

“Forget about it, brother.”

“Did you make a plan to see her again?” He eyed me with one eyebrow cocked and a silly ass grin on his face.

“Yes,” I answered as I stopped walking and looked at him.

“Maybe she’ll break you.”

“I don’t need that shit in my life,” I said leaving him to catch up.

“You need to let loose a little, but in the right way. Maybe she’s just what the doctor ordered.”

“You have no idea, Anthony.” I laughed as I grabbed the door handle, opening it to the most ear-shattering guitar riff known to man and followed him inside.

I leaned against the wall, watching the band as they play for their screaming fans. The looks on their faces remind me of watching Anthony when he’s entertaining the crowds.

His adrenaline rush came from the people that watch him like a rock god and mine came from beating the piss out of someone.

When I fought the blood pumped through my body so rapidly that I could almost feel it moving. It’s hard to describe to another person. Every muscle in my body grows rigid and is screaming for release. My breathing increases to the point I feel like my lungs will burst if I suck in any more air. When I step into the ring, everything else fades away. I feel like a warrior, fighting for the thrill and challenge. There’s so much adrenaline in my system that I barely feel the blows of my opponent as they land against my body, sometimes crushing my bones.

“I’m ready,” Anthony said, as he tapped me on the shoulder.

I’d been so lost in my thoughts I didn’t notice his approach.

“Yeah. This place gives me a headache.”

“Wait until we play here. We’re going to blow the roof off this motherfucker.”

His smile touched his eyes as he pumped his fists in the air. Anthony didn’t care about playing music to make a living; he simply did it for the thrill and the pussy.

He loved tattooing too much to ever give it up, but since we owned the shop we made our own hours. We worked out a schedule so that at least two of us were there in the evenings.

“You’re driving,” I said, as I threw the keys to him.

“Fuck yeah, I love driving this truck. Bitch purrs when I got her in my clutches.”

“Just get my ass home in one piece and stop talking nasty.”

Sometimes I wanted to punch him in the face, but I loved the big bastard too much to bloody his face.

“Just don’t wreck her,” I said as he pulled into traffic.

“I should’ve been an Indy driver. I feel the need, the need for speed,” he hollered as he gunned it.

“Shut the fuck up and drive,” I mumbled before closing my eyes, not really wanting to watch his idea of Nascar.

Chapter 7

MIA

Throwing down my bag, I reached over the counter and grabbed the phone. Cammie was busy helping a patient book their next appointment.

“Hello,” I said as I surveyed the crowded waiting room.

“I need an appointment as soon as possible,” the lady yelled in the phone, panic evident in her voice. “There’s something wrong with my baby.”

“Is the baby able to breath?”

“Yes,” she cried. “She has a fever and is coughing, help me.”

“How high is the fever?”

“103.1.”

“Bring her in right away. I’ll see you immediately. Hurry.”

“Thank you,” she said before the line went dead.

“Girl, you know were booked. Whatcha doin’?” Cammie, the slightly round and always bubbly receptionist asked.

“It’s a mom, Cam. You know I can never say no when there’s a kid involved.”

“Oh lord, child. Are you going to have time to see her with all this?” She waved her hand toward the waiting room and grimaced.

“Yes, Cammie, I’ll make the time. Let me know as soon as she gets here. I’m going to put everything away and I’ll come grab a chart.”

“It’s a full house today. I brewed a fresh pot of coffee, from the looks of you, you’ll need it.” Cammie felt like a fill-in for my mom when they weren’t around.

“Glad to know I look like shit, Cam,” I said. “Thanks.”

“Not shit, just tired, Mia. I know you don’t sleep well, that’s why I always have a fresh pot on hand when you’re here. Now, get your butt to work, Mia.” She swatted my ass. “We have souls to heal.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I placed the free medication I was able to score courtesy of the pharmaceutical rep that visited the hospital this week before grabbing a chart off the counter and diving right in.

“Mr. Needlemyer,” I said from the doorway.

He looked up at me and a smile broke out across his face. “Ah, Dr. G,” he said as he pushed himself off the chair, struggling with the simple task. “Looking beautiful as always.”

“How are you feeling, Mr. N?” I asked as he approached.

“Like an old fart.” He snorted.

“I hope I look half as good as you when I’m your age.” I smiled at him, patting him on the shoulder.

“Eh, looks are deceiving. My insides are worn out, but if I were just a few years younger…,” he trailed off without finishing, giving me a wink.

I slapped his knee as he sat down on the exam table. “Mr. N., come on now.”

Since the first day I met him, he flirted with me… relentlessly.

“So tell me, how are you really feeling? Any problems like dizziness, fatigue, or any changes since last time I saw you?” I flipped through his chart, checking his vitals from his last visit.

“I feel about as good as I can for a man my age. Nothing new to report, Doc. Right as rain.”

I listened to his heart, checked his lungs, and felt his lymph glands before I wrote a refill for his blood pressure and cholesterol pills.

He sat on the exam table and watched me as he fidgeted with his hands.

“Something you want to ask me, Mr. N?”

“Well, um, kind of. I’ve been seeing this special lady.  I wanted to talk to you about that little blue pill. Can I take it?”

“Do you need it? That’s the more important question.” I inched closer to him so we could talk a bit quieter. “Do you have a problem getting and maintaining an erection?”

His face turned pink as he looked away momentarily avoiding my gaze. “I don’t think so, but it’s been so long since I’ve been with a woman. My wife died over five years ago. I don’t know if the ol’ pipes still work,” he said, giving me a weak smile.

“Ever had any trouble in the past?”

“Never.” He shook his head, looking down.

“With your medical history I wouldn’t feel comfortable prescribing it. If you have trouble with your lady, call me and I’ll help you out.”

“Doc, be still my beating heart.”

“You know what I mean, Mr. Needlemyer.” I blushed.

Did men ever lose their dirty minds?

“I do. If I have any problems with,” he coughed, “I’ll call you.”

“Here’s your refills and I’ll see you next month, just make an appointment with Cammie on your way out.”

“Wishful thinking at my age.”

“You’ll be fine,” I said as I laid my hand on his. A knock on the door made him jump. “Yes?” I called out.

“The mother is here with her child,” Cammie yelled through the door.

“Coming,” I said. “Mr. Needlemyer, I need to go but remember to call me if you have any problems.” I closed the chart and stood.

“Go ahead, Doc. I’ll be fine.”

“Thanks, Mr. N.” I waved to him as I shut the door and headed to the waiting room.

I knew there was joy in motherhood, but I’ve always seen the other side where children are sick or injured and the panic in the mothers’ eyes. I wasn’t ready to become a mother, not yet. I had a career I had to focus on and a life to live before I invited a bundle of joy into my life.

After examining the baby and determining that she had a lung infection, I gave the mother antibiotics and directions to help her breathe easier. She left the clinic feeling relieved and looking calm.

The rest of the day was a blur – countless patients with various illnesses. At four o’clock the waiting room had finally emptied. I’d been so busy I didn’t spend much time thinking about Michael.

I had a couple hours to get ready for him to pick me up. It’d been a long time since I’d been on a real date.

I wondered sometimes why men didn’t ask me out or never called me for a second date. I think I’m a good catch. I have my shit together… maybe a little too together and independent for some guys.

“Where you rushing off to, Doc?” Cammie asked as I tried to sneak out the door.

“I just have some things to do,” I replied, stopping in the doorway.

I never was a good liar.

I could see the giant smile spread across her face. She slammed her hand on the desk and began to laugh. “You go, girl. I want all the details. Shoo now,” she said waving her hands at me.

I blew her a kiss, stepping out into the warm sunshine and felt a sense of renewed hope.

The clinic didn’t leave me zapped of energy and emotionally drained like the hospital.

* * *

I twirled the razor in my hand and debated with myself about shaving. If I shaved, I felt like I hoped the night would end with a roll in the hay. If I didn’t shave, it guaranteed that I wouldn’t commit a carnal sin.

Running my fingers over my shin, I could feel the prickle of hair. I sighed and caved, deciding to forgo the European look.

I carefully shaved, then rinsed out the heavy conditioner in my hair before climbing out of the shower. The mirror had fogged over and I opened the door to let in some of the cool air. I had one hour to blow dry, do my makeup, and get dressed.

I towel dried my hair a little first before walking into my closet to pick out something sexy as he’d requested. I found the perfect little black dress that had a very low cut back and stopped just below the knee. It showed just the right amount of cleavage, but it wasn’t trampy. It made people stop and stare.

I wanted his eyes on me tonight and no one else.

I did my best to do a smoky eye as they call it in all the fashion magazines. I dried my hair before finishing the rest of my makeup.

As the minutes ticked away my heart started to pound, I could feel my blood pressure rising. I felt flushed and clammy.

I blotted the thin layer of dampness from my skin just before six and pulled the dress over my head carefully before strapping on my favorite black heels with the red bottoms.

The day I was able to afford to buy myself a pair was the day I knew I could take care of myself – I’d arrived and stood on my own two feet.

I looked in the mirror one last time and turned around, making sure my underwear didn’t show and everything was in the right place.

“It’s just a date. I got this.” My pep talk helped a little until the doorbell rang. I never really felt nervous on a date before, but there was something different about him.

“Coming,” I yelled as I walked through the house, grabbing my purse and keys.

I opened it to the stunning man leaning against the doorframe with the sexiest grin on his face.

Whistling, his eyes raked over my body before landing on my face. “Fucking beautiful. Turn around,” he said, twirling his finger in the air. “Absolutely stunning.” He held his out.

“Thank you. You’re looking pretty damn good yourself.”

He did too. Wearing a sky blue dress shirt, tucked into his black pants, the sleeves were rolled halfway up his forearms. He looked like he just stepped out of GQ magazine.

His mouth enveloped mine as soon as I locked the door and faced him. Pulling my body against him, claiming my lips with as much fervor as he had the night before, he stole my breath. His hand on the small of my back felt like a hot iron against my skin, searing into me.

“Ready?” he asked as he released me.

“Yes,” I said, a little too breathy.

He helped me into his pickup truck before closing the door and jogging around to the driver side. The truck was modern and decked out. It wasn’t a redneck truck but a total boy toy, black and trimmed in chrome.

“Where are we headed?” I asked, pulling my dress down to my knees.

“Sunset Beach for dinner.” He adjusted and gripped the steering wheel tightly as he glanced at my legs.

“There isn’t a restaurant there.”

“I know.” Resting his arm behind my head, he backed out of the drive.

I uncrossed my legs and shifted in my seat and he glanced down before looking back toward the road.

“What did you do today?” he asked.

“Worked at the free clinic in town and you?”

“I worked out and went to the shop for a couple hours. Tell me about the clinic.”

I told him about the work we did and the residents in the county that lacked simple things like medicine and insurance. He listed intently and asked questions throughout our conversation.

“Kids too?” he asked with furrowed brows.

“They’re the saddest to see.” I frowned, looking out the window.

He rested his hand on my knee and squeezed, causing a wave of warmth to emanate through my body. “I never knew there was such a problem.”

“Homelessness and poverty is pervasive in this area, Michael. Underemployment is almost an epidemic.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” His eyes were soft when he looked at me, waiting for the traffic light.

“Not unless you have a medical degree,” I laughed.

“Don’t have that, but there has to be another way I can help. My family does a lot of charity work. My parents are huge in helping people in the area.”

“Maybe. We do have a small fundraiser coming up. Last year we raised ten thousand dollars which helped us update some of the equipment in the clinic, but there’s so much more that’s needed.”

I didn’t really want to ask for his help, but if his family already helped organizations in the area, I couldn’t turn it down.

“I honestly have never heard of it. I’m sure my family would love to help.”

“It’s very kind of you, Michael.” I smiled at him, his kindness made me feel giddy.

“I’ve always had a soft spot for kids.”

“Do you have any of your own?” I didn’t want to pry, but I wanted to know his situation.

Did he have a crazy ass ex or a gaggle of kids running around all over town that I needed to be aware of before we went any further.

“No kids, you?”

“No, I barely have time to date with work, let alone have a child.”

“You shouldn’t work so much, Mia. Life’s too short not to enjoy it.”

Staring out the window I thought about his words. I did enjoy my life, didn’t I? “I do enjoy my life,” I said without conviction.

“Are you telling me or trying to convince yourself?” he asked as we pulled into the deserted parking lot.

“Where’s everyone? I’ve never seen the parking lot empty before.”

“It’s closed for a private event.”

Giving him a confused look, I asked, ‘Then why are we here?”

He turned off the engine and turned toward me. “I rented the beach for tonight. It’s all ours.”

“I don’t know what to say,” I said as he climbed out of the truck.

“Does this man know how to do anything small?” I mumbled as I reached down and removed my heals before he opened the door.

“Great idea,” he said as he looked at my feet. He kicked off his dress shoes and threw them on the driver’s side floor before helping me down.

A small white canopy sat in the distance, near the edge of the crashing waves. The sand felt hot on my soles, the sun still beating against the small glass crystals. It was like walking on warm pillows as it squished between my toes.

“Thank you,” I said as I stared at the waves crashing against the shore.

“For what?” he asked, sliding his hand into mine.

“The beach at sunset. It’s one of my favorite places and I rarely get to come here.” I squeezed his hand feeling completely at peace.

“It’s one of my favorites, too. Great for thinking and getting away from it all,” he said as we approached the canopy.

A small round table was in the middle, decorated with a white linen table clothes, fine white china, wine glasses, and candles. The floor was the warm sand and a chandelier hung from the beams. Soft music filled the air along with the warm breeze flowing off the ocean waves.

It may have been the single most romantic date I’d ever had.

“You did all this in a couple hours?” I asked in shock.

“I have mad skills and connections don’t hurt either.” He laughed.

“I may have under estimated you, Michael,” I said as I kissed his cheek and inhaled his musky scent mixed with the salty ocean air.

“Most people do,” he said as he pulled out my chair.

Leaning over, I brushed my fingers against his cheek. “You’re sweet,” I said wanting to kiss him.

Grabbing my hand, he planted a sensual kiss on the inside of my wrist, making my knees feel weak. If he kept this up my panties would be wetter than the sand after high tide.

“Thanks,” I said, sitting as I brushed the bottom of my dress against my legs.

Michael lifted my chair off the ground, tucking my legs under the table before taking a seat across from me.

A man dressed in a tuxedo poured champagne and smiled at us both.

Michael looked at me, raising his glass. “A toast,” he said, tilting his head.

I grabbed my glass, holding it up to his.

“To new beginnings,” he said as he clinked his glass against mine.

That was the second time he used that phrase. A warm gooey feeling oozed through my body as I sipped the champagne, letting the tiny bubbles pop on my tongue. We ran into each other less than forty-eight hours ago, but I felt comfortable with him – content.

I placed the glass on the table. “Tell me more about you,” I said, rubbing my fingertips across the crystal stem.

“What would you like to know?” he asked as he motioned to the gentleman.

“Are you a piercer or a fighter?”

Two dishes were placed in front of us. Each contained a mouth-watering steak with asparagus and a baked potato. The man grabbed my napkin off the table and placed it on my lap.

Looking at him I smiled. “Thank you, sir.”

“My pleasure,” he said before walking away and making himself busy.

“I’m part owner in the tattoo shop. I don’t have the artistic ability that the rest of my siblings have so I learned everything I could about piercing. I’ve been doing it for years. I couldn’t tattoo even if I wanted to. My hands get pretty messed up sometimes after a fight.”

“I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that you let someone hit you.”

“Only if they’re fast enough,” he said, as he laughed.

“Why?” I cut into my steak, averting his gaze.

“It’s a rush, Mia. I can’t explain it, but it’s the greatest high ever.”

“I still think it’s barbaric.”

“Street fighting is barbaric, not MMA matches. We both know what’s going to happen. It’s sport.”

“Softball is a sport and much safer,” I said placing the mouthwatering steak on my tongue.

He laughed and it was so genuine that it warmed my body from the inside out. “It’s a sport for girls. No offense to you.”

“None taken,” I said as I waved my fork in the air. “Sexist, but I wouldn’t expect anything less.” I laughed, covering my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Hey, now. My sister would kick my ass if she thought I was sexist.”

“Oh? Tell me about her. She sounds like my type of girl.” I giggled.

“Yeah, you and Izzy would get along very well. She’s the baby in the family, but we’re all scared of her. She’s an in your face kind of girl. She takes no shit, but I guess that happens when you grow up with four brothers.”

“She’s lucky. Sounds like a great way to grow up.”

“She’d see it differently.”

“Why?” I asked with a frown. “I’m an only child and I always wanted someone to play with as a kid.”

“She didn’t get many dates as a teenager.” He laughed. “We scared most of them away.”

“I could only imagine, but she was lucky to have brothers that cared.”

“You’ll have to tell her that.”

“So, there are three more of you walking around?”

“Yeah. We’re all very different. My brother, Thomas, is an undercover cop, Anthony likes to call himself a musician, and Joseph is just a tattooist.”

“Your poor mother.” I shook my head and sipped the champagne.

“She kept trying for a girl, which she got after four boys. Now she wants grandchildren.” He smirked at me.

“Oh.” My stomach flipped from the look on his face.

He’s so drop dead gorgeous, I’d almost be willing to drop my panties and start working on making her dream a reality.

“Enough about kids. Tell me about your family, Mia.” He wiped his mouth and set his napkin on the table.

“My parents are snowbirds and right now they’re back in Minnesota. It’s just me here, but I would never move back to the freezing cold.”

“Cold has some good points.” He rested his head on his hands and watched me as I cut the last piece of steak on my plate.

“Like what?”

“Laying by a fire and being snowed in together.”

“Those are the only positives. I think more of scraping my car windows, shoveling snow, frostbite, and other crappy things that go with Minnesota life.”

We stared at each other as I chewed the last morsel and finished off the champagne in the glass. The sun hovered over the ocean, the sky blazed with the most beautiful shades of red and orange.

He stood, holding out his hand. “Come on, Mia, let’s go watch the sunset.”

“I thought we were,” I said placing my hand in his, feeling the electricity that sizzled between us.

“I want to be a little more comfortable for the show. I have a blanket that’s calling our name.”

Walking hand in hand, we snuck glances at each other as we approached the blanket. Suddenly I felt shy and my stomach flipped as I sat down and he moved to sit behind me.

“Come here,” he said placing his legs on either side of me and grabbing my hips.

I closed my eyes, inhaling sharply from the feel of his fingers digging into my flesh. I shimmied my body backward until our upper bodies connected. The warmth that permeated off him felt hotter than the setting sun hanging just above the horizon.

“Lean back, Mia,” he whispered in my ear, sending a chill across my skin.

Placing my hands against his knees, I rested my head on his shoulder and stared at the sky. Peace overcame me as I sat straddled between his legs; our bodies connected, and watched the changing colors over the water. His fingers traced a path around my ear to my neck and brushed the hair off my shoulder.

“It’s so beautiful,” I said as tears formed in my eyes.

“Not as beautiful as you. Are you crying?” he asked with knitted brows.

“I don’t know,” I said, laughing and wiping at the corners.

“Do you want me to take you home?” His lips brushed against my temple as he watched me.

“No,” I said quickly.

“Then what’s wrong, Doc?” He wrapped his arm around my chest and gripped my shoulder.

“I’m going to sound crazy.”

Damn it. How could I explain the peace and happiness I felt without sounding like a total whack job?

“I rather know than sit here and wonder why I’ve made you cry,” he said, stroking my collarbone with his thumb.

I shook my head and sighed, relaxing against his body. “I’m stressed out after work and sometimes it takes me days to shake off what I’ve seen at the hospital. It’s been a long time since I felt truly at peace, but being here, in your arms and watching the sunset with the sound of the waves. I feel it – serenity that I haven’t been able to find in so long.”

“I can’t imagine the things you’ve seen.” He pulled my body closer, wrapping his arms around me, making me feel safe and secure enveloped by his warmth and muscle.

“You don’t want to, Michael. The people I’ve lost haunt me at night. I can’t remember the last time I slept without a nightmare or sleeping pills.” I placed my hand on his arm and squeezed. “So to have this brief moment where I’m reminded of the world’s beauty and feel like only the two of us exist brings tears to my eyes. You chased away the demons, if only for a little while.” I stared across the water watching the sky turn purple as the sun kissed the edge of the world.

“Stay in the here and now. Nothing else matters but the two of us, on this beach, in each other’s arms. I’m not going anywhere, are you?”

“We can’t stay like this forever,” I said turning my face toward him.

“I’ll stay as long as you need to help chase away your nightmares, Mia.” Grabbing my chin, he pulled my mouth to his.

Staring at each other, I searched his eyes. They were soft and kind and made my heart feel funny. Michael Gallo did not fit the mold of fighter bad boy; He was a romantic and made me feel like the only person that mattered in the world.

My body ignited as his lips pressed against mine. His hand glided across my shoulder until he rested his hand against my throat. My heart danced under his fingertips as he kissed me softly.

Our eyes remained open as I turned in his arms and straddled him. Our breathy moans and the lapping of the waves on shore were the only sounds, as his kiss became more demanding and I opened to him.

I never wanted to kiss someone as much as I wanted Michael to ravage my mouth and put his hands all over my body. The power of his grip on my back as I kissed him had me wanting more. Pushing him back against the blanket I sat up and stared down at him as his hands slid up my legs and caressed my hips.

As I leaned forward my hair sheltered us from the world as it cascaded around his head. “Make me forget, Michael,” I whispered.

His hand stilled, squeezing my thighs he leaned forward and nipped at my lips. I collapsed against his chest, my nipples hardening with the contact. His cock grew hard and I gasped in his mouth.

“Sorry, Doc. Some things I can’t control,” he mumbled against my lips.

His hands roamed my body as our lips and tongue stayed entwined. Fisting his hair in my hands I demanded to be kissed harder. My body ached for his touch. I wanted to be filled and feel alive as I grinded myself against him to relieve the throb I hadn’t felt in so long.

A small moan escaped his lips, as he grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh.

“Not here, Michael. Not like this,” I whispered, leaning over him.

“I wasn’t even thinking about it, Mia.” He looked in my eyes as he pulled my face closer to his. “You want to stay or do you want me to take you home?”

I wanted to stay on the beach in his arms all night, but I couldn’t. I wasn’t ready to give myself to him and I knew the longer I kissed him the more I’d want to.

“Take me home,” I whispered against his lips, still feeling his hardness against me. A lump formed in my throat as I questioned my decision.

Sitting up, he adjusted my body, breaking the contact that had almost driven us over the edge. “Just promise me that you’ll see me again.”

The lump that had formed in my throat disappeared and was replaced by warmth that flowed throughout my body. Leaning forward, I rested my forehead against his and listened to his breathing – rapid and jagged. “I’d love to, Michael. Thank you.”

“What are you thanking me for?” He asked as he backed away.

“For not pressuring me and still wanting to see me after I turned you down.”

“Mia,” he said as he grabbed my face, “If anything, it made me want to see you more. I didn’t think that was even possible. I like you a lot and we’ll do things at your pace and when you feel comfortable. I didn’t do all this just to get in your panties.”

“But you were hoping to,” I said as I smiled, my face growing flush.

“I won’t lie. I can’t wait to rip those off of you and feel your body against mine. It’s worth the wait, you’re worth the wait,” he said, holding my cheek in his hand.

I smiled, resting my hand against his chest. “Want me to take care of that with my needle?” I asked with a smirk and pointed to his crotch.

His grip on my arms grew tight. “Don’t ever and I mean ever talk about my cock and your needle again, Doc. It was funny at the bar, but right now, not as much.” He laughed, his body shaking under mine. “Come on, let’s go before you get any more crazy ideas.”

I kissed him tenderly, still laughing, as he picked me up and carried me from the beach. Michael wasn’t the cocky bastard I thought when I first met him, well not entirely.

I looked at him in a new light after our first date. There was more to the man and I wanted to know every inch of him.

Chapter 8

MICHAEL

It had been a week since I’d seen Mia and I was at my breaking point, I needed to touch her again. We spent the time apart talking on the phone, texting, and learning a lot about each other.

I found out silly things like her favorite color, which was purple, and that she loved listening to music and dancing around her house.

When she talked about her work her mood usually changed. Happiness wasn’t a word I’d use to describe her feelings about her job. The ER seemed to suck the life out of her. When she lost a patient she’d share her feelings of despair with me.

It was like a punch to my gut, more damaging than any blow I’d ever felt. I couldn’t imagine working in a place that was filled with sorrow.

But when she talked about the clinic the entire conversation oozed happiness. I heard the change in her voice as she told me about the people and how she felt like she made a difference.

Me: Why don’t you just work there full-time? It seems to make you happy.

Sitting on my parent’s couch, I tried to pay attention to the conversations around me as I texted Mia. Football season ended, the basketball playoffs were wrapping up, and baseball season became the main after dinner attraction at the Gallo Sunday dinners.

“Fuckin’ Cubs,” my pop yelled at the television.

They were his favorite team and hadn’t won a damn thing since before he was born. Think he’d be used to it by now, but not my pop, he was a die-hard believer and no Gallo would ever be called a quitter.

Mia: It’s all donations with little government funding. No money for that.

“Hey Ma,” I said as she sat across from me rolling her eyes at her still cursing husband.

“Yeah, baby.” She turned to me and smiled.

“Ever hear of the clinic in town that offers free medical care to the poor?”

Her smiled faded as she shook her head. “No, I don’t think I have. Why are you asking?”

I shrugged and turned the phone over in my hand. “Just curious. It’s all donation based and I know how the two of are about helping local charities.”

“What do you know about it? If it’s worthy, your father and I would be more than happy to help.” She leaned back in the chair, picking up her yarn to work on a baby blanket.

“A group of doctors volunteer their time but I don’t know much else. I’ll found out about it and let you know.” I glanced down at my phone, on silent around my family to avoid the questions.

Mia: Hey, what time are you picking me up?

“Okay, baby.” She placed the blanket over her lap before starting to work on it.

Me: At five and wear a swimsuit under your outfit.

“Who you making that for?” I asked.

“My grandbaby,” she said in a flat even tone.

“Is someone having a baby I don’t know about?” I asked as I looked around the room, but everyone ignored us.

“Not yet.” She frowned and said, “Soon though I hope.”

I looked at Suzy who was staring at the television a little too engrossed in the game. She hated sports but at the moment she was totally enthralled. My brother, Joe and Suzy could never tell Ma no. It had become the giant elephant in the room as both of them always pretended not to hear her when she talked about babies.

“I’m not ready for a kid,” Joe leaned over and whispered in my ear. “I’m too busy enjoying Suzy and I’m way too greedy to share my time with her.”

“She’s not going to stop,” I said softly.

“I may be old, boys, but I’m not deaf,” Ma said with a laugh.

“Busted,” I said.

“I’m watching your face as you type feverishly on that phone, Mike. I hope it isn’t the crazy lady,” he said as he leaned back and turned his attention toward the game.

“Hell no. I’ve been knocked in the head a couple times, but I’m not stupid.”

He hit me on the knee with a smile. “Stupidity isn’t the issue, our dicks are the problem.”

“Amen to that, brother.” I laughed. “Nah, this one isn’t like that.”

Raising an eyebrow he said, “They’re all like that.”

“I haven’t even slept with her, Joe.”

He looked at me in horror. “When did you meet her?”

“That’s a complicated answer.”

“I’ll take your complicated over the Cub any day.”

“We met at a bar over a week ago and I took her on a date last week, but she treated me in the ER when I broke my ribs.”

“Wait. You went on a real date?” He eyed me suspiciously.

“I did.”

“And you didn’t sleep with her after?”

I shook my head and smiled. “Nope.”

“Well fuck me, never thought that was possible,” Joe said hitting my leg and laughing loudly.

There was no way in hell would I share that I rented the beach and went all sappy ass shit I did for Mia.

No fucking way.

That was for her and I and Joe sure as shit didn’t need to know. He’d laugh at me and probably call me Romeo for weeks, but I knew the truth about my brother. He was just as big of a softy as me. He swept Suzy off her feet and she described him as a Casanova.

“I’m not a walking hard-on. I can date someone without fucking them.” I looked at my ma, surprised she hadn’t yelled at us for our language, but she was wrapped up in grandbaby world.

The couch shook with his laughter. “We’re all walking hard-ons, but I’m proud of you, brother. When are you seeing her again?”

Before I could answer, Izzy walked in and stretched out on the floor with her head perched in her hands as she stared at the television.

“Today.” Looking at my watch I said, “One hour in fact.”

“What’s today?” she asked, turning around.

“Nothing, Iz. Why do you always have to be so damn nosey?” I sounded like a dick and I might as well have put a billboard above my head with my response.

She giggled like she did when she was a little girl watching her favorite television show, Fraggle Rock. “God, you boys are so easy to read. Don’t come crying to me when this one wants your name tattooed on her body. You sure know how to pick’em, Mikey.”

I swiped my hands across my face, shaking my head. “Where’s your man, Iz? We’ve been dying to meet him,” I said looking down at her.

“Hell no, I’m not bring him around you baboons for a long time. When I do, you’ll know he’s the one, until then he’s only for me. Learned my lesson long ago with you boys.”

“We’re not the same. We’ve grown up,” Joe said before grabbing Suzy hand and kissing it.

“In some ways,” she said over her shoulder, turning her attention back to the game.

“Anyway,” I murmured, changing he subject and looked at my ma. “Hey Ma, can we have dessert now? I have an appointment.”

“On a Sunday?” she asked putting down the needles.

“He has a date, Mom. A hot one I’d say for him to be rushing out of here on a Sunday.” Izzy smiled at my mom before looking at me with a shitty smirk.

I grabbed the pillow from the side of the couch and threw it at her. “I have a date, Ma. I have to leave in thirty minutes. Forgive me?”

One thing you didn’t mess with is the Sunday Gallo dinner. Days like today, they seemed like torture.

“Anything for love, Michael.” She smiled.

She didn’t have to say it, but I knew my mother well enough that she’d do anything for love, even hand out dessert a little early. The visions of babies danced around in her head too much for her to deny any of us a pass on family time for the chance of love and that elusive grandchild.

Chapter 9

MIA

My palms felt slick and my heart felt like it would burst as I put on the harness. “I can’t believe you talked me into this shit,” I said, my hands shaking so badly I couldn’t snap the latch between my legs.

“I thought you liked an adrenaline rush and I know you love the ocean. Couldn’t think of a better thing to do. Two for one deal,” he smiled at me, fastening his harness without a problem.

“Just my fucking luck. Yay,” I said sarcastically and clapped. “But you forgot one thing.” I held up my finger and waved it in the air.

“What?” he asked as he stepped closer, grabbing my finger.

“I’m afraid of heights.”

“Shit, I didn’t know. Probably the one thing we didn’t talk about this week. It’s safe and I’ll be with you. It’s the most amazing view from up there. We have to do it, I promise you’ll love it.”

“And if I don’t?” I asked as I titled my head and smirked.

“Then I’ll do anything you want, but I know you will. Plus, you can just hold on to me and scream. I won’t think any less of you, well, not much at least.”

I can’t believe I was going to follow through and let myself be pulled over the ocean by a thin rope. “Fine, but I can’t get this damn thing on,” I said frustrated and scared as I threw up my hands in defeat.

“Let me. It would be my pleasure.” He kneeled before me, brushing his hand against my inner thigh as he grabbed one end of the strap.

I sucked in a breath, shuttering, as I grabbed his shoulder to steady myself. If it wasn’t bad enough that I was petrified to the point of almost hyperventilating, the feel of his skin against mine took my breath away.

He looked up at me, smirking as he brought the latch forward rubbing his hand against my other inner thigh. I closed my eyes and ignored how close he was to me, how near his hands were to the ache between my legs.

No matter what I did all week, I couldn’t get the throbbing I felt from being on top of him at the beach to go away.

The latch snapped. I could do this. The nearness of him dulled my fear.

His fingers brushed against my mound, sending an electric current through my body, as he grabbed the latched. “Safe and secure,” he said, pulling on the latch with a chuckle.

I opened my eyes and looked down at him. “I wouldn’t use either of those words right now,” I said as I smacked his shoulder.

I wasn’t talking about parasailing either.

“Come on, beautiful. There’s no turning back now. Up ya go,” he said, grabbing my legs and throwing me my over his shoulder.

I squealed as I flopped against his body, my chest colliding with his shoulder. I smacked his back; bouncing as I kicked trying to break free. “Put me down!” I yelled and laughed.

“My view is too damn good to do that, Doc,” he said and swatted my ass.

“Pig.” I reached down and tried pinched his ass.

Fucker was rock solid and I could barely get enough between my fingers.

“Nice try,” he said, unaffected by my effort and swatting me on the ass again.

I yelped, the sting from palm making me wish I could reach back and rub the tender spot. “Ugh,” I said as I bounced and grew slack in his arms, finally defeated.

The beach disappeared as he stepped on the boat. “Will you put me down now, please?” I asked, trying to sound sweet as sugar.

“If I must,” he said before placing a light kiss against my hip.

I closed my eyes and tried not to think about it, about him. The feel of his mouth against skin that hadn’t been touched in so long had me at my breaking point.

He wrapped his arms around my legs, pushing the harness into me, before pulling my body down against him. He controlled the speed, making the journey to my feet as drawn out as possible.

By the time my feet touched the boat I forgot how scared I had been. The sexual frustration I felt trumped everything. “You’re not safe,” I whispered as I looked up at him with one eye, the sun behind his head almost blinding me.

He laughed, pulling me against his shaking body. “Doc, I’ll make sure you survive the trip up there.” He bent down rubbing his nose against mine.

“It’s not the ride I’m talking about, Michael.”

“I know.” He smiled and kissed me, his lips shaking under mine from the laughter still rumbling through his chest.

“You two ready?” the guy asked as he approached with the hook, ready to attach us to the boat. My whole life rested in the hands of a guy in flip-flops and a baseball hat with a pair of Tom Cruise Raybans. Fucking marvelous.

I shook my head against Michael’s forehead before he pulled away.

“Yeah we’re ready,” he said to the man with a nod. “You’ll thank me, Mia. It’s spectacular.”

I smiled and kept my mouth shut. Right now being in the air felt a whole lot safer than standing here touching and kissing Michael. My resolve was wearing thin.

The man attached us to the parasail and the boat. There were so many cords and ropes it made my head spin.

Butterflies filled my stomach as the boat started to skip across the water and I reached for Michael’s hand and squeezed. I could already feel the scream inside me building in my belly.

He turned and smiled, returning my squeeze, before leaning over and kissing my temple.

The whoosh of the air in my ears, the sunshine on my face, and with Michael by my side I felt a combination of excitement and fear. The driver motioned thumbs up to us. Michael nodded before the man released the lever.

We glided backward and anxiety gripped me as the boat disappeared, turning to a sea of blue. “Fuck,” I said, clinging to Michael’s arm as I stared at the water passing below my feet.

“Nails,” he said, as his arm grew tense under my grip.

I looked at him and yelled, “What?”

His eyes shot to my hand currently in a death grip as he yelled, “Your nails, Mia.”

“Whoopsie,” I said with a smile and removed my fingernails from his skin. Blood dotted the surface where my fingers had been. “I’m sorry,” I mouthed, the wind making it impossible to hear.

“Oh shit,” I screamed as my stomach plummeted and the parasail rose in the air. The rope was rigid and we were the highest we could go. I sealed my eyes shut, scared to look. Gripping Michael with one hand and the other holding the rope next to my head, I concentrated on my breathing and repeated ‘I will survive’ over and over again in my head.

Michael patted my hand and I peeked at him through one eye. “Look, Mia, there are dolphins,” he yelled, pointing to the water.

I tried to swallow but my mouth felt like sand paper. I followed his finger with my eyes. Below us were three dolphins jumping in and out of the wake as they kept up with the boat.

Even though I spent a lot of time at the beach in college, I rarely saw much of anything in the water besides the tiny fish near the shore.

I became lost in their play, taking in the moment and forgetting my fear. Michael stroked my fingers as I watched with a giant smile on my face. It was breathtaking and reminded me that we were just a small part of this planet.

The parasail jolted and I almost lost the contents in my stomach out of hear as he started to reel us in. Michael squeezed my hand and laughed from the obvious look of fright on my face.

A small pang of sadness hit me as we descended toward the water. The dolphins disappeared below the surface as we hovered over the boat.

“It’s all over, Mia. You did it,” he said as our feet touched the boat deck.

“I did,” I muttered as I grabbed his arms and tried to gain my balance. My legs felt shaky as I wobbled from the sway of the waves against the small boat. “I never want to do that again.”

“Don’t you feel alive though?” He looked pretty damned pleased with himself.

I couldn’t be shitty with him. He looked too sexy with his brown hair tousled and windblown, his cheeks sun kissed, and his body glistening from the heat.

I smiled but couldn’t lie about the sheer panic I experienced. “I always knew I was alive, Michael. You almost killed me with fear alone.”

“Mia, I thought you’d love it. You said you loved the beach and I thought I’d give you a whole new view.” His thumbs rubbed my arms, calming me. “I won’t make you go again. I’m sorry.”

I shook my head and smiled. “I’m just being an asshole. It’s okay, really. It’s something I would’ve never done and I liked it once I saw the dolphins but I don’t think I could do it again.”

“It’s off limits.” He grabbed my face, kissing me passionately, making my tension melt away. “It won’t happen again,” he murmured against my lips.

“It’s okay,” I replied, my mind mush and the fear forgotten.

“Want me to carry you?” he asked as the boat docked. “I liked helping you when we boarded.” He smirked.

“I can do it,” I said as I pushed him away and stepped on the wooden dock.

“You ruin all the fun.”

“My ass in your face is not fun, Michael.” I fiddled with the latch between my legs and couldn’t get the bastard unclipped.

“It’s the best kind of fun there is, Mia.” He watched me, rubbing his chin. “You want help with that?”

“No, no. I got it.” I still felt buzzed from the rush and fear that coursed through my system during the parasailing ride; I certainly didn’t need his fingers brushing between my legs again.

His laughter filled the air as I yanked and pulled to no avail, trying to break free from the harness. Luck wasn’t on my side today. I hung my head and whispered, “Can you help me, please.”

Without a word, he bent down and ran his hands up my legs slowly before grabbing the harness and giving it a quick jerk. “I’m more than happy to help you down here.”

“Just unhook me, please.” I said, closing my eyes, trying to block out the feel of him against my skin. “You’re torturing me on purpose.”

“It doesn’t have to be torture, Doc. I don’t have a needle, but I can find a way to ease your suffering.” He winked as I looked down at him.

“I’m thirsty,” I squeaked out, wanting to avoid thinking about the ways he could help me; if I thought about it too long I’d give in and throw myself at him.

“Avoiding the offer,” he said with a hint of laughter. “Let’s grab a drink and watch the sunset again.”

Thank god he let he off the hook, another stroke of his hand would’ve sent me over the edge and begging for his cock. He stood and grabbed my hand, leading me to the tiny beach bar with colorful umbrellas.

A reggae band played while we sipped on ice-cold beer and waited for the sun to set. His free hand stroked mine, toying with my fingers, never breaking contact.

Just as the sky started to change a vibrant shade of red, a crack of thunder caused everyone to jump and scream.

“Come on, Mia,” Michael said pushing out his chair as he stood.

Large droplets of water splashed down on the metal table as I reached for his hand. Thunder rumbled as we ran from the patio toward his car.

My swimsuit and cover-up were drenched as we made our way through the parking lot. My hair slapped against my skin, lashing my face with each bounce. The sky lit up, the lightning in the distance causing the ground to shake as we climbed in the cab, slamming the doors to the truck.

We wiped our faces as small drops fell from our hair. I flipped back my hair, pushing it out of my eyes and ran my hands down my arms watching the water splash to the floor. “Jesus, that scared the crap out of me,” I said, shaking from the excitement.

“Just when you were relaxing, God finds a way to give your ass a jolt.” He laughed, grabbing his chest.

“You’re a funny man, Michael. I don’t think my heart can take much more today.”

He leaned over, pulling me into his arms as he grabbed my chin and tipped it back. “I have something that’ll take your mind off of it while we wait for the storm to pass.”

His brown eyes held my gaze before he crushed his lips against mine. If the interior of the truck hadn’t been hot and steamy enough, being close to Michael, wrapped in his arms and smothered by his kiss made it close to impossible to breathe.

His hand rested against my back, pulling me closer, and I became lost in his kiss. The feel of his rough thumb pad as he stroked my face made my body feel on fire. The sound of the rain beating against the truck, the thunder rumbling outside, and our breath frantic and quick, filled the cab.

I climbed in his lap as he gripped my ass and pulled my bottom to him. I could feel his hardness against me and I ached to feel him inside.

I couldn’t deny myself any longer.

“Take me home, Michael. Stay with me tonight.” I didn’t even have to think about it.

I wanted him.

The light touches, commanding kisses, and the feel of his hardness had me wanting more, needing it.

“Mia, I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” he whispered against my lips.

“I want to feel your skin against me. Remind me what it feels like to be loved, Michael. Show me the beauty and make me forget.” I held myself up and stared in his eyes. “Please,” I begged.

His fingers swept against my cheek and I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes. “I’ll do anything you ask,” he said.

I smiled at him before climbing off his lap. “I don’t want to be alone tonight,” I said as I put on my seatbelt.

He started the truck and grabbed my hand, stroking it with a smile on his face. We sat in silence as I stared out the window during the drive.

I wasn’t alone in life but I did feel lonely.

Being with Michael reminded me how much I missed that connection to another person. I wanted someone to hold me until I fell asleep and comfort me when the nightmares came.

Our bodies stayed connected as he drove, the energy never waned.

“Mia, are you sure about this?” he asked as he pulled in my driveway.

Turning toward him, I smiled. “Never been more sure about anything in a long time, Michael.”

Chapter 10

MICHAEL

“You want to just go to sleep?” I asked, giving her one final out. “I don’t know if I can do gentle, Mia. I’m giving you fair warning.” I held her face in my hands as I pushed my hardness against her.

“Don’t be gentle with me, Michael. I’m not going to break.” She pushed against my chest, breaking the kiss. “Shower first,” she said, pushing me toward the shower. “We’re covered in sand.”

“Only if you’re coming in with me.” I smirked and reached in the shower to turn on the water before pulling over my rain soaked shirt.

As she ran her soft fingers across the tattoo on my chest that spelled Gallo, my dick ached and strained in my pants. Wanting to be inside her, her touch felt like torture.

“Verita?” She asked, running her nail down the letters on my ribs.

Goosebumps dotted my flesh. “It means ‘truth’ in Italian,” I said, trying to keep my voice even.

Walking behind me, she kissed my shoulder before sinking her teeth into my flesh.

Inhaling sharply, I tensed, “If you do that again, we won’t make it to the shower,” I said on shaky breath. I wanted to feel her nails rake across my balls as she sucked me off. “My turn.” I turned around to face her.

I slowly lowered the straps of her swim dress, holding it between my fingers, as the material clung to her skin. As her dress slid from her body, it cascaded to the floor. She stood before me in nothing but her black bikini. Her breast made my mouth water, as her nipples grew hard with the cool air. She stood stock-still and looked at the floor with her cheeks turning a light shade of pink, as I took in her beauty.

I placed my fingers under her chin, forcing her eyes to mine. “You’re breath-taking.”

A small grin spread across her face, but there was uncertainty in her eyes.

“Stunning, actually. You still want this, Mia?” I had to know for certain that she wanted to be with me.

She nodded and palmed my dick through my swim trunks. I shuddered, the ache turning into a throb with the warmth of her hand. Reaching down with a smirk, she pushed from the sides of my trunks, but it caught on my stiffness.

I chuckled when her eyes grew wide and heard her swallow.

She yanked harder, before they slid down my hips and fell to the floor with a thump.

As I stepped forward, my cock brushed against her soft, wet skin. Closing my eyes, I inhaled, needing a moment to get my hunger under control.

I wanted to slam her body against the wall and take her, but I wasn’t here to hit it and quit it.

Leaning into me, she grabbed my sides and squeezed, her breath catching as my cock bobbed against her stomach.

I ran my mouth along her cheek, relishing the softness of her skin.

There was a connection there, something greater than us and out of our control. We both needed this.

The running water and the sound of our breath filled the room as our lips smacked against each other. I kicked the trunks free from my feet, hissing into her mouth, as her fingers grazed the tender aching flesh of my dick.

I craved her touch more than I thought possible.

She lightly touched the top of my shaft before running her nails across the head, moving underneath. Her hand stilled as she felt the first piercing and she froze.

I failed to mention my hardware.

I grinned, opening my eyes, to see her expression.

Her eyes grew wide as she peered down before continuing to feel the underside of my cock.

“Never felt a Jacob’s Ladder before?” I asked with a smirk.

“No, I’ve seen them, but never felt one.” She palmed my cock and pulled it up getting a better view. Biting down on her bottom lip, she gawked at it like it was a foreign.

“Wait until you feel it inside, sweetheart,” I whispered in her ear, as I slid her thong down her legs, waiting for her to step out.

I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around me. It took everything in me not to sink my dick into her as I reached in the shower to check the temperature.

With one foot in the shower, she stopped me, digging her feet in my ass. “Wait.”

Fucking hell. My cock was going to explode at any moment. Just carrying her was enough friction to set me off.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, resting my forehead against hers.

“We need a condom. Do you have one?” She asked biting down on her lip.

“Fuck, I don’t. Didn’t plan on sinking my cock balls deep in ya, Doc.” I laughed. “Do you?”

“I have one. It’s in the top drawer on my nightstand. Put me down and I’ll go grab it.” She started to pull away.

I shook my head, pulling her tighter against my body. “Hell no, we’re not leaving this position. You feel too fucking good to put you down now.”

She giggled as I carried her to the bedroom. Leaning over, I held her ass, keeping her in my arms, as she reached into her nightstand.

“Don’t look!” She tried to cover my eyes with her hand as she opened the small drawer.

“Whatcha got in there?” I asked even though I could see through her fingers.

The drawer overflowed with lace panties and my eyes zeroed in on a sex toy.

I liked a girl that didn’t have a problem with masturbation.

I’d give my left nut to watch her use it on herself.

“Nothing. Stop peeking.” She dug her heels in harder, rubbing my cock against the warmth of her pussy.

I was about to explode if she wiggled anymore against me.

Her hand moved through the drawer as she put on an acrobatic act to stop me from seeing the contents. “Got it,” she said as her hand emerged with a condom wrapper before she pushed the drawer closed.

I captured her fingers in my mouth as they fell from my eyes. Sucking the soft digits, I ran my tongue along her succulent flesh.

She held the wrapper up to my eyes as her eyes rolled back in her head. “You play dirty,” she whispered.

I released her fingers as I squeezed her ass roughly in my palms. “You have no idea, Mia.” I kissed her, not wanting a reply.

She fisted my hair, sucking on my bottom lip as I carried her into the shower. As her back collided with the cold tile, gasping in my mouth.

I rubbed my throbbing cock against her pussy, loving the sounded of her moans. She felt velvety soft and I didn’t know how much longer I could wait to be inside.

I wanted to touch her, holding her body up in my arms just wasn’t doing it for me. Moving to the small corner bench, I placed her body on it and stood.

“Condom?” I asked, stroking my shaft.

She watched with wide eyes, and placed the wrapper in my palm softly.

I tore open the wrapper with my teeth, as she stared, memorized by my movement. I rolled it down paying careful attention to each piercing, not wanting to tear the thin latex.

I picked her up and placed her in my lap as I sat down, my ass handing over the edge slightly. I licked a trail to her collarbone – the saltiness filling my tongue as I continued my descent to her breast. I leaned her body back, holding her in my grip as I tried to get a better angle. I captured her nipple in my mouth and her head fell back, a moan escaping her lips. I ran my tongue over the hardness and bit down.

“Jesus,” she said, as she rubbed against my cock, writhing in my arms.

Reaching between us, I ran my fingers through her wetness before found her clit. As I rubbed making tiny circles, her movement became more demanding, as she pressed herself against my hand. “Not yet. I want to feel your pussy squeeze the life out of my cock when you come.”

“I make no promises if you don’t do it soon.” She took control of the situation as she pushed harder, rocking her hips. Her moans grew louder.

I moved my hand, denying her what she had been so close to accomplishing.

She glared at me, stilling her body against me.

Leaning back, I stroked my cock against her body before I pushed… slowly. I had to go slow, I felt like I’d come at any moment if I didn’t move at the torturous pace.

I held her by the hips as I gripped her roughly. I didn’t want her to slam down on my shaft and take it deep, at least not yet. I pulled her body down, impaling her with my cock as I sucked her nipple in my mouth.

When her pussy was an inch from having my entire shaft buried inside her I thrust my hips upward, burying my dick inside her.

She let out a gasp as the tip hit her cervix. “Oh,” she said as her eyes closed partially and I pulled out just as slow as I went in, not releasing her hips or giving her the ability to fuck me.

“Feel them?” I asked, studying her face.

“Yes, oh. My. God. I. Do,” she said stumbling on each word as I moved in and out of her.

I couldn’t control myself anymore. Fuck this. I never liked slow. I wasn’t built for it.

Her feet were barely touching the floor as I pulled her down my length. I controlled her like a ragdoll in my arms as I fucked her.

God, she felt fanfuckingtastic.

My thighs burned as I plunged inside of her, pulling her against me with each thrust.

The impact was volcanic.

The sound of our skin slapping and the water sloshing in shower filled the small space, echoing. Her moans grew louder with each collision until her body trembled in my arms.

I couldn’t hold out any longer. I picked up the speed, using my dick as a battering ram and her pussy as the object of its blow.

Her body bounced in my arms, her limbs moving on their own as her head fell back, exposing her neck.

“Eyes on me, Mia. I own this orgasm. I earned it.”

Her head snapped forward and she stared at me with glassy eyes. Her tits bounced with each blow – a spectacular fucking sight.

My brute force drove her over the edge as she screamed, her pussy milking my cock. I rammed into her as my balls grew tight and my dick began to jerk. My entire body tingled, as all my muscles grew stiff.

I began to shake.

Fuck.

I couldn’t remember the last time I came with such intensity. It was better than any high I ever chased in my life. Mia became my new addiction.

Chapter 11

MIA

Wrapping a towel around my body, I looked at him with a small grin. “Michael, will you stay tonight? I’m not looking for anything more from you, but I’d...”

He put his finger against my lips. “I’ll stay, Mia, I want to.” He pulled his finger away, smiling.

He looked beautiful with a towel around his waist; tiny droplets of water sliding down his muscular torso.

“I mean, I don’t want...”

He shook his head, wrapping me in his arms. “Woman, I said I want to. No one makes me do anything I don’t want to. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than with you. Can you stop talkin’ and get that fine ass in bed?”

Biting my lip, wanting to laugh, I nodded and broke free from his embrace.

“Which side?” I asked as I walked in the bedroom. “I tend to sleep in the middle.”

“The middle it is then, get in and scoot over, and I’ll work around you,” he said, following me.

I nodded, looking down at my towel. “Let me grab some pajamas first.”

I took one step away from the bed before he grabbed the towel and pulled, stripping me bare. “Seen it all, Doc. Felt it too. No clothes, just us and the bed.”

Shrugging, I said, “Okay,” with a soft voice.

In the center of the bed, I watched as he folded my towel and disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later he emerged stark naked in all his glory. The phrase fit him perfectly. It was a damn glorious sight.

I stared, licking my lips as he walked toward the bed. It’s not often a person can actually see the flex and release of a muscle with such definition.

The man didn’t have an ounce of body fat anywhere that I could see. Even his ass felt rock hard underneath my heels earlier.

His cock twitched and I quickly looked up at his face. My sex ached from the battering it took earlier. I missed that feeling, the one that reminded me of being pleasured.

“Like what you see?” he asked, winking at me as he lifted the sheet.

“Not bad,” I said, trying to seem indifferent.

He slid across the material and pressed his body to mine.

His hard to my soft felt amazing.

Brushing the hair off my forehead, he asked, “You sleep on your back or you side?”

“I toss and turn mostly.” I stared into his soft brown eyes.

He smiled as his hand stilled against my hair. “Good, I sleep on my back,” he said rolling over. “Come here.”

I scooted across the bed as he lifted his arm. I put my head on his chest, sighing and smiled against his skin. The hardness under my cheek softened as he wrapped his arm around me and started to stroke my arm.

I moved my legs a couple times trying to get comfortable.

“Put your leg over me. Make yourself comfortable.”

I adjust my body, placing my hand that had been smashed between us on my leg and wrapped it around his bottom half.

Placing his arm back on my shoulder, he whispered, “Good now?”

“Perfect,” I said, as I placed my hand against his hard pec.

I stroked the spot between his two pecs, watching the path of my fingers until my eyes felt heavy. Mindlessly running my finger back and forth, I didn’t feel the need to toss and turn like normal.

I felt at peace.

“Just close your eyes, Mia.” He stroked my forearm lying on his chest and dug his fingers in my hair massaging my scalp.

I mumbled against his skin unable to speak, lost in the feel of him all over me.

* * *

Stirring my cup of coffee, as I watched the cream swirl in the cup, I felt more rested than I had in years.

Michael did this.

I felt so safe in his arms that I didn’t wake up once last night with a nightmare. I don’t think I had a dream at all as a matter of fact.

Michael kissed me goodbye early in the morning after we talked about seeing each other again soon.

The relationship wasn’t going to be easy, but he promised he wasn’t kissing me goodbye.

“You must have had a real good time this weekend, Doctor.” The voice pulled me out of my happy thoughts. A nurse leaning against the counter studied me with a shitty ass grin.

“Yeah, it was decent.” I didn’t feel like talking to her. It was none of her damn business.

Pointing at my neck, she laughed. “From the love bite on your neck, I’d say it was a little more than decent.”

Dropping the spoon, my hand flew to the spot that he’d bit the night before. “Shit,” I muttered covering the spot.

“Happens to the best of us.” She giggled and shrugged.

“I have to go cover this up before I see patients. Nice seeing you.”

I didn’t know her name and felt kind of shitty about not addressing her properly, but there were too many damn people that worked in the hospital to memorize them all.

I started to walk away but she called out to me, “You’re not even going to give me any details? I did help you out.”

I called out over my shoulder to her, “I’m in a rush, but maybe another time.”

I heard her mumbling nasty words as I closed the door to the bathroom.

“Fuck,” I said, as I leaned closer to the mirror, inspecting the red mark on my neck.

We were both too caught up to put much thought into anything, especially a hickey.

Pulling a tube of cover-up from my purse, I dabbed the cream over the spot on my neck and sighed. It screamed ‘love bite’. I pulled my ponytail to the side as I tried to hide it.

It shouted ‘hey I’m hiding something’.

I walked down the hall and nodded at the few people who walked by before making it to the heart of the ER. “Who needs to be seen?” I asked Constance, the station supervisor, as I leaned over the counter, staring at her mountain of paperwork.

“Room seven needs assistance I think. Check the board.” She didn’t look up at me as she shuffled the papers.

My eyes looked over each row and stopped dead on one name.

Gallo.

Unable to move, I stared at the board and heaviness settled over my body. My heart ached as it hammered inside my chest, wanting to burst.

“What’s wrong, Doc?” Her warm hands touched my fingers, breaking my trance.

“Gallo in room seven,” I said, swallowing the lump that formed in my throat.

“Motorcycle accident, serious injuries. Is there a problem, Dr. Greco? You’re white as a ghost.”

I shook my head without looking at her. I needed to know if Michael lay in that room. “No, I’m okay. Let me get in there and help.”

As I walked down the hallway, I felt like my shoes were filled with cement. I stood outside the room, gathering my thoughts before I walked in.

Even if it were Michael on that table, I had to help save his life.

I needed to separate myself from our… whatever we were.

Holding my breath, I approached the gurney slowly.

A dark haired man lay motionless on the table covered in blood and dirt. Dr. Patel stood over him, shining a light in his eyes as nurses hung IVs.

“What do we have, Doctor?” My voice cracked as I spoke.

The heaviness in my chest eased when my eyes flickered the man’s face again.

It wasn’t Michael.

“Mr. Gallo, can you hear me?” Patel shouted to him, but he was unconscious. Looking up at me as he placed the light in his pocket and spoke quickly, “Dr. Greco, we have an adult male thrown from a bike but wearing a helmet. His leg is mangled and we’ve controlled the bleeding. We’re still assessing the damage before sending him to surgery. We need to cut his clothing off and check for other injuries.”

Grabbing a pair of scissors I looked at his face before I started to cut the material around his injured leg. “Head trauma?” I asked, looking at the dried blood on his face and neck.

“The helmet took the brunt of it, but he’s been in an out of consciousness. We’ve started him on pain meds for his leg and hand. He came in conscious, but the pain meds knocked him out. We need an x-ray on that leg for the surgeons.” His hands never stopped moving as he checked the patients’ body for visible damage.

“X-Ray please,” I yelled to the nurse near the doorway before she scurried away.

His blood pressure was elevated and needed to be brought under control before surgery.

“Have you started him on anything for his BP?” I asked.

He squinted at the monitor and grabbed a small vile form the cart, filling the needle before pushing the liquid into the line.

“Clear the room please,” The technician said standing in the doorway with the x-ray portable machine.

“After the films are taken, he can be prepped for surgery,” Dr. Patel said as we walked into the hall.

I felt useless.

I hated coming into a room late and feeling left out of the diagnosis, which usually happened at the start of the shift.

“He’ll need surgery to repair his leg and most likely his hand.” Dr. Patel rubbed the back of his neck and sighed.

“I can go talk to the family while you handle the transfer papers if you’d like,” I offered.

I needed to see Michael if he was in the waiting room.

He nodded, giving me a small smile before going back into the room when the technician called out, “All clear.”

My stomach started to cramp as I walked toward the waiting room. I knew the other Gallo’s would be there.

This wasn’t the way I wanted to meet them.

When I pushed opened the door the first person I saw was Michael. My heart raced and I wanted to jump into his arms. I had the urge to kiss him and tell him how worried I was when I saw his name, but I couldn’t.

I needed to remain calm and do my job.

His pained eyes met mine, and the cocky grin he wore so well was missing.

“Gallo family?” I said staring in his eyes.

“Yes,” an older woman said, standing as she wiped her tear stained face.

I moved toward her, grabbing a chair, I positioned myself close to Michael.

“I wanted to let you know he’s being prepped for surgery. Although we don’t know the full extent of his injuries yet, we know his leg needs surgery being badly damaged in the wreck.” I looked at Michael and swallowed as my nose tingled. “His hand is broken and may also need to be repaired during surgery. We won’t know more until he’s in the operating room.”

“Was he awake, Doctor? Can I see him?” the older woman asked as she leaned forward, choking on her words.

“He’s been in and out of consciousness, ma’am. You can see him when he’s in the recovery room.”

“Will he live?” The blond at her side asked, clutching the woman’s hand.

“All I can say is that he’s currently stable but his injuries are serious.”

I could feel Michael’s eyes on me, almost boring a hole in my skin as I talked with the two woman.

Tears began to stream down the younger woman’s face as she choked out, “Just make my Joey alright.”

I patted her knee, trying to reassure her. “We’ll do everything in our power to help him.” I stood, looking at the entire family. “You can move to the surgery waiting room when you feel ready. Don’t hesitate to ask for updates and watch the monitor on the wall. It’ll show you when the surgeries begun and when it’s finished.”

Reaching out, the older woman touched my hand. “Thank you, dear.”

I nodded before I looked at Michael, giving him a weak smile.

“Come on, Mother, let’s go wait where the nice doctor told us for our boy,” the older gentleman that sat next to Michael, said to the woman. Grabbing her by the waist, he helped her walk, allowing her to lean on him for support.

I envied them. They loved each other. I smiled at them until screaming drew my attention toward the hall.

“Outta my fucking way,” a woman yelled as she walked into the room.

“Isabella, watch your mouth,” the woman said, her voice stern.

Frowning, she looked at the floor not making eye contact. “Sorry, Ma. What happened to Joe? Is he okay?” Her eyes glistened as a tear slid down her cheek.

The woman touched her face, wiping away the tear. “He’s going to surgery. We’ll know more soon, baby girl. I know you adore your brother. He’s strong and a fighter. He’ll be okay,” she said wrapping the girl in a loving embrace.

“He has to be, Ma,” she said, crying on her mother’s shoulder.

“There, there, baby. Come on, let’s go.” She rubbed her back to soothe her sobs.

The older man motioned for everyone to follow him as he walked toward the door.

I turned at looked at Michael, pleading for him to stay with my eyes.

“I’ll meet you guys in a second, I need to talk to the doctor,” Michael said to his father after everyone else cleared the room.

Chapter 12

MICHAEL

“Don’t be too long,” Pop said, watching us with his head tilted, rubbing his lip.

Holding up my hand to him I said, “Five minutes tops.”

Nodding, he walked out, leaving us alone.

Mia threw herself in my arms with such force she almost knocked the wind out of me.

Wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck she said, “Oh my god, Michael. I was so scared it was you in that room.” Her voice broke as the words came out quick. “I wasn’t happy it was your brother, but I was relieved it wasn’t you.”

Leaning back, I put my finger against her lips, stopping her from going any further. She blinked, the corners of her mouth turning up.

“I’m fine, Doc. How’s my brother, really? Not the bullshit stuff you tell all the families, lay it on me.”

“Sorry,” she said wiping her eyes and swallowing. “It’s hard to say right now. He’s unconscious so it’s hard to determine the extent of his injuries until he’s been fully evaluated, Michael. Thank god he wore a helmet.” She slid down my body, resting her hands on my chest.

Holding her cheek in my palm, I caressed the soft skin. “Is he going to live?”

She leaned into my touch, closing her eyes. “I can’t answer that with certainty.” She didn’t open them as she spoke. “I know they will do everything they can, Michael.”

I inhaled and held my breath trying to not break down into tears.

Joe and I had a bond. He was my rock and my best friend. We busted each other’s balls for as long as I could remember. I couldn’t even begin to think about a day without him in my life.

I wouldn’t think about it.

I rested my forehead against hers. “Just keep me posted, Mia. If you hear anything or if you get any information before us, please don’t keep it from me. The waiting is driving me fucking crazy.”

She cupped my cheeks and whispered against my lips, “I will, Michael. I’m so sorry.”

We stood there for a moment, not moving, touching each other before I kissed her and let her go. “I better go before someone comes looking for me. I need to be there with them.”

“I wish I had met them under different circumstances.” She frowned, wiping the corner of her eye.

Tipping back her chin, I kissed her lips softly and smiled. “They won’t remember. It’ll be a blur after all is said and done.” I rubbed my nose against. “Message me when you get any information.”

“I will,” she said, before we walked in opposite directions.

* * *

After pacing for an hour and staring at the monitor that stated: Joseph Gallo – Surgery in Progress, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

Mia: They’re starting now. No internal injuries and he woke up before surgery.

I exhaled the breath I held in as I pulled out my phone. The sick feeling in my stomach and the lump in my throat subsided as I read her message.

I hated hospitals and wouldn’t feel at ease until he walked out of the front door.

Me: That’s good news, no?

Looking around the room at my family, I couldn’t keep the news to myself. They looked as shitty as I felt.

“I have news,” I said, as I stopped in the middle of the room.

Everyone looked in my direction with hope in their eyes.

“How?” Isabella asked, scooting forward in her seat. “Doesn’t matter,” she said shaking her head. “What is it?”

“My friend who works here said Joe has no internal injuries and that he woke up before surgery. They’re working on his leg and hand now.”

“Oh, thank god,” my ma said, as her body visibly relaxed in my father’s arms.

“He’s going to be okay?” Suzy asked, as she jumped from her seat and approached me.

“Yes, Suzy, babe. He’s going to be okay,” I said, wrapping her in my arms. I rubbed her back until my phone started to vibrate. I looked over her shoulder to read the message.

Mia: It’s great news. Still going to be a long recovery, but he’ll survive.

Suzy clung to me, her silent sobs of joy dampening my shirt. Needing the comfort as much as she did, I rested my head against her hair and held her.

“I was so damn scared, Mike,” she said, fisting my shirt in her hands.

“I know, Suzy. We all were. You know Joe. He’s not going out that easy. He loves you too much to go out that way.”

Instead of consoling her, she cried harder into my chest, breaking out into a sob.

“He’s never going back on that god damn bike. Over my dead body,” she muttered into my shirt.

I bit my lip, trying to hold in my laughter. “Good luck with that, Suz. But if anyone can keep him off that bike, it’s you.”

She patted my stomach as she backed away.

He was so head over heels in love with her that he’d do just about anything to make her happy, but his bike might be a bone of contention.

I knew why my brother loved her so much. Suzy was a special kind of girl – the needle in the haystack. Why he hadn’t married the girl was one thing I didn’t understand.

They had recently begun building a home on his property in the middle of nowhere. They called it ‘love shack’, but it was more like a grand palace. My mother was giddy when she learned they would have five bedrooms. She started planning for her future grandchildren immediately like a woman possessed, hence the baby blankets.

I tossed my phone on the side table, as I collapsed in the chair and rested my head against the wall. I couldn’t relax even though my eyes burned and my body felt heavy.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the phone dancing across the Time magazine and I scooped it up. I rubbed my eyes as looked at the screen.

Mia: I’m in the hallway, come out.

Looking around, I saw her standing in the corner as she motioned for me. My heart sunk until I noticed the smile on her face, but I couldn’t shake my paranoia about the entire situation.

“I’ll be right back,” I said, as I stood and walked out.

“Hey,” she said, walking to me.

“Everything alright? Something wrong with Joe?” Reaching out, I grabbed her hand and squeezed.

“Nah, he’s doing great and your family will be able to see him soon.” Peeking over my shoulder she looked in the waiting room. “I wanted to make sure you’re okay. I needed to check on you.”

I smiled, brushing my thumb across the back of her hand. “Aw, you got a soft spot for me, Doc?”

She punched me in the shoulder. “You ass. I was being nice and thoughtful but you’re smug as always, I see.” She laughed, the joy touching her eyes.

“I’m doing okay. Everyone is relieved and waiting to see him.”

“His surgeon will be in soon to talk and give you the details.” She smiled and closed her eyes, exhaling. “I’m glad he made it, Michael.” She blinked slowly as her face softened, the smile gone.

“Me too, Mia.” I slid my hand up and down her arm before grasping her hand again. “When’s your shift end?”

“I don’t get off work until tomorrow,” she said, moving closer.

“I’m sure I’ll see you around tonight and in the morning. I’ll be in and out, but can I see you after work tomorrow? Away from all this.” I waved my hand in the air.

“I’ll be exhausted and useless, but if you want to… I’m yours.” Her large hazel sparkled as she smiled.

Warmth spread through my body, from my core it radiated outward to my limbs. “Text me when you’re done if I don’t see you before then.” Touching her cheek, I wanted to lean forward and kiss her, but I stopped myself.

It took everything in me not to give in to my craving.

“I have to go,” she said, touching my hand.

The electricity between us felt as strong as the first time we touched.

“I’ll text you when I’m done,” she said, and pecked me on the lips.

“Don’t forget me,” I whispered, swiping my finger against her soft cheek.

“One thing you aren’t is forgettable, Michael.”

She smiled before walking away and glanced back before turning the corner, disappearing.

Looking at the floor with a stupid grin on my face, I walked toward the waiting room and was met with a pair of black leather boots.

“Who’s the girl?” Izzy asked with a shitty grin and her arms across her chest.

My big mouth sister should be the undercover cop. She never let anything get past her.

Looking at her with my mouth set in a straight line, I responded, “My friend.”

Grinning at me, she turned her head to the side, essentially calling bullshit. “Uh huh,” she muttered, before moving to the side, letting me pass.

Her stiletto boots click-clacked against the floor as she followed me. She stopped in front of our ma as my ass hit the chair.

“Ma, Michael’s friend is a female doctor at the hospital. They looked to be a little more than friends, too.” Izzy smirked as my mother looked at me and then back to her.

“Isabella, leave your brother alone,” my ma said in a stern voice as Izzy sat next to my father and rested her head on his shoulder glaring at me.

Patting the chair my ma called to me, “Come sit with me, Michael.”

I moved to the seat next to her and winked at Izzy.

My ma squeezed my leg before turning to me. “Did she say anything about your brother?”

I told her everything Mia had shared with me about Joe.

I could see my ma’s entire body relax with each word. “Is she your girl, son?” she asked with a small smile on her face when I finished.

Laughing, I shook my head. “I don’t know what we are, Ma. We just met a bit ago.”

“It was nice of her to give you information about Joseph. She a good girl, baby?”

I didn’t want to get into a debate on her meaning of good. To me, she was that and more. “Yes, Ma. I think she actually is.” I grinned, thinking about her tiny snores as she slept.

“Don’t let that one go, you hear me.” She arched her eyebrow as she stared at me.

“We just met, Ma.”

“A mother knows, son.” She winked.

“You just want grandbabies. Let me get to know her first, but I’ll hold on tight if she’s the one for me, Ma.”

“Good, Michael. Now go grab me a cup of coffee, please?”

“Light and sweet?” I asked as I stood.

I’d do anything she asked me to do. I loved my ma.

She was my first love.

“No other way,” she said, laughing.

“Anyone want anything? I’m headed to the cafeteria.” I asked happy to be leaving the room for a bit. I needed to stretch my legs and get some fresh air.

Standing up, Anthony replied, “I’m coming with you. I need to get out of this room for a while.”

“We’re good,” my pop said, placing a hand on Izzy as she tried to stand and forced her back in her seat.

My sister’s face turned red and I expected to see fire come out of her nose, but she remained quiet, for once.

* * *

I stirred the sixth packet of sugar in my Ma’s coffee as Anthony paid for his drink.

Someone poked me in the shoulder. “Mikey,” a female voice purred in my ear.

Fucking shit. I knew that voice.

Tammy.

Psycho Tammy.

Scrapbook Tammy.

Closing my eyes, I felt the need to slap my ear like a gnat buzzed around it, annoying me.

“Where ya been, baby?” she said grabbing my ass.

I jumped and the coffee spilled, scalding my hand. “Fuck,” I said, gritting my teeth.

I crumpled the packets in my hand and turned around. I didn’t really need her fucking bullshit right now.

“Sorry.” She smiled as I glared at her. Her smile fell. “I’ve missed you.” She reached out, trying to touch me.

“Tammy.” I backed away, my ass bumping into the counter.

“Mikey, I’ve been thinking about you for days.” She wrapped her arms around me. “Why haven’t you texted me back?” She stared in my eyes, pouting.

Anthony made faces at me as I looked to him for help. He knew all about her kind of crazy and loved to see me miserable whenever possible.

Dickhead.

Grabbing her arms, I peeled her off me. “Tammy, we’re nothing. You need to get some help.”

Her mouth gaped open as she gasped for air.

Holding her firmly I quietly said, “I don’t want to see you or get another text from you. Forget I ever existed.” I pushed her body away from mine.

She glared at me. “How could you say that, Michael? We’re engaged.” Holding her hand in front of my face, she wiggled her finger. A very large diamond ring sparkled on her finger.

She’s fucking crazier than I thought.

Shaking my head, I tried to remain calm. “I don’t know who gave that to you, but it wasn’t me. We. Are. Not. Engaged.”

Anthony doubled over in a fit of silent laughter, his body shaking as he grabbed his chest.

Her eyes grew wide, covering her mouth with her hand, as she shook her head.

“Seriously, Tammy, get some fucking help. I didn’t give that ring to you. Don’t ever say those words to anyone. We. Are. Nothing. You hear me? Nothing.” Gritting my teeth, my jaw ached as I tried to keep myself from screaming.

She shook her head vigorously. “Don’t say such hurtful, mean things, Michael.”

Reaching out to touch me, I grabbed her wrist and stopped her. “I got too much shit going on right now to deal with your crazy bullshit.” Releasing her wrist, I stepped back and glared at her. “Stay the hell away from me.”

I smacked my brother on the back of the head as I walked by him and away from Tammy. I needed to get the fuck out of here.

“But I’m having your baby!” she yelled, her voice echoing through the cafeteria.

I stopped dead, my body stiffening as my blood turned cold.

What the fuck did she just say?

Bitch just played her last damn hand and I sure as fuck wasn’t going all in.

I turned around pointing at her. “I have to go, Tammy. I’ll deal with your ass later. Don’t call me, I’ll call you when I’m ready.” I dropped my hand to my side. I squeezed my hands into hard fists before leaving her in the dust.

Chapter 13

MIA

Walking into the bathroom I saw the nosey nurse who pointed out my hickey in tears. It was too late to turn around without looking like a total asshole.

Just my fuckin’ luck.

She leaned on her hands, bending over the sink, her tears plopping into the bowl.

I sighed, wanting to walk away.

I really didn’t give a shit what made her sad, but my humanity won.

Asshole conscious.

“Are you okay?” I asked, as I approached.

“No,” she said, sliding the back of her hand across her face, wiping the tears.

“Sorry, I’ll leave you be.” I stepped back and reached for the door handle.

“No, don’t go,” she said, turning toward me. “Everyone leaves me,” she wailed, her body almost collapsing against the counter.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath as I rushed to her side.

How in the hell do I get involved in these situations?

“I’m here. What can I do?” I asked, sounding thoughtful, surprising myself.

“There’s nothing anyone can do.” She hiccupped as she cried.

“Everything is fixable.” I patted her back and stared at the ceiling. “I only have another moment between patients. I’m sorry.”

“My fiancé left me and I’m pregnant.” She choked on her words, starting to fall forward again.

I held her, pulling her upright. “That’s horrible,” I said, trying to be horrified.

“How could he be so mean? He acted like we never meant anything to each other.”

I had the words on the tip of my tongue but I bit my tongue. “Maybe he’ll change his mind.”

If the man had any sense, he’d run for the hills or go into witness protection.

“I have to win him back.” Standing up, she looked into my eyes. “He needs to understand all he’s giving up by walking out on us.”

“Oh, I’m sure he has no idea.” I know I sounded snarky, but whatever.

“I can do it, you’re right.” She blotted her cheeks with her fingers and smiled. “Thank you so much.” Her tears vanished.

Coo Coo.

Wrapping her arms around me, she squeezed so hard I thought my ribs were going to crack.

“I have to go,” I said, pulling away.

“Oh sorry,” she said with a half-smile. Mascara had smeared down her cheeks and her eyes were red and swollen. “You helped me more than you’ll ever know.” Her smile grew wider.

“Don’t give up the fight,” I said, walking out the door.

“I won’t,” she yelled, as the door swung shut.

I shook my and wondered what the hell happened to my normal stressful day at the hospital. Today had been one for the record books.

* * *

The night had been relatively calm compared to the nutty nurse and thinking Michael had been seriously hurt.

His brother was in ICU for the night due to his injuries and the surgery. When I looked at his chart earlier it stated that he would be moved to a regular room tomorrow if he did well through the night.

The ICU was quiet and the lights were dim as the sounds of the ventilators, heart monitors, and other machines filled the hallway. I wanted to check in on him and see if he needed anything.

Michael’s brother crouched in the hall outside his room, leaning against the wall, typing on his phone. Looking up at me, he smiled. “Hey,” he said, trying to stand but fell over, catching himself on the wall. “Fuck,” he mumbled.

Rushing to his side, I reached for him. “Hey, are you alright?” I asked.

Waving me off he said, “Yeah, just exhausted. This has been a day from hell.” His shoulders slumped as he sighed.

“Why don’t you try and catch a couple hours sleep in the visitor’s lounge? He wouldn’t want you to make yourself sick.”

“I will soon. You looking for Mikey?” He grinned, making the bags under his eyes more pronounced.

Laughing at the nickname, I replied, “Yeah, is he still here?” I looked around.

“He’s inside but he was asleep when I came out here,” he said, pointing to the room behind him.

“I’ll just text him. Everyone may be sleeping and I don’t want to disturb anyone.”

He laughed. “My family is the disturbance. They’re loud and obnoxious in the most loving way, but I don’t blaming you for not wanting to go into the lion’s den.” He shook his head. “At least not armed.”

I barely knew any of them but I wanted to. They seemed loving and playful, just my kind of people. The funny smartass personality must be hereditary.

“You make them sound horrible.” I said, shaking my head, laughing.

“Nah, just Italian.”

“Don’t wake him. Just tell him I stopped by and have him text me in the morning. I’m going to try and get some rest while the ER is slow.”

“Okay, Doc. I hope to see you again soon.” The sides of his eyes crinkled as he smiled at me.

I nodded and walked away, leaving Michael to rest. I wanted to catch a few minutes rest in the doctor’s lounge while I still could. I thought about the Gallo boys as I made my way down the corridors. They were all handsome, but Michael was heart stopping.

I flipped off the light in the lounge before I collapsed on the couch. My head began to spin from exhaustion when I closed my eyes. Lying on the lumpy couch, I covered my face with my arm and thought about Michael.

“What?” I asked as someone touched my shoulder. “My eyes were closed for only two seconds. Jesus,” I mumbled.

“It’s been an hour, Doctor, and someone is at the desk asking for you.”

“I’m coming,” I said rubbing my eyes, waiting for them to adjust to the harsh fluorescent lighting. I grabbed the Visine from my pocket, dropping the liquid in hoping to alleviate the stinging.

I prayed I didn’t look like the walking dead. I sure as hell felt like it.

Walking like a zombie, my mind clouded, eyes blurry, I made my way to the reception area. Michael stood there looking exactly how I felt. Fidgeting with his hands, he leaned against the desk and looked around.

I touched his back lightly, trying not to startle him. “Michael, everything alright?”

He rubbed his hands across his face as he turned to me. “Yeah, Anth told me you came by while I was asleep. Thought I’d find you down here.”

“I decided to sleep a bit too,” I said, a yawn breaking free as I quickly covered it.

“Shit, I’m sorry I woke you.” He frowned. The lack of sleep and stress had dulled their luster.

“I’m fine. I needed to wake up anyway,” I said, wiping my eyes. “How’s your brother?”

The huge smile on his face said it all. “He woke up for a bit and mumbled some nonsense,” he said, laughing.

“Anesthesia can do funny things to a person’s brain.”

“I thought about messing with his head, but my ma would’ve beat me. He seems okay, but he’s pretty fucked up. The surgeon said it’s going to be a long recovery. They had to put a metal rod in his leg and there’s pins sticking out and shit. His hand is in a cast and his fingers are swollen. Yeah, he’s fucked for now.” He shrugged. “At least he’s alive.”

Touching his hand, I caressed the rough skin on his palm near his fingers. “It’s going to be tough on him, but your family will help him through it. How are your parents holding up?” Stepping closer, I leaned against him.

He stared at my fingers as I stroked them. “They’re doing okay. Worried, naturally, but better now that he’s out of the woods. They need sleep. I keep telling them to go home and rest, but they’re hard-headed.”

He wrapped his arm around me and feathered a kiss against my forehead.

“Seems to be a family trait,” I said, laughing and gripping his shirt. I closed my eyes, inhaling his musky cologne.

“Code blue, room two,” a voice blared through the hallway.

Damn. I wanted more than a minute against his warm hard body.

“I have to go.” I frowned, resting my head against his chest. “Go home and rest, Mikey, and I’ll see you tomorrow or today… whatever it is,” I said, pushing off him and started to walk away.

Grabbing me around the waist, he brought his lips to my ear and whispered, “It’s Michael, Doc. I don’t remember hearing you moan Mikey as you came on my cock.”

The vibration of his voice and his breath in my ear made me shiver.

“I have to go. You’re a naughty boy, Mikey,” I said, as I pushed away from his body, freeing myself from his grip.

I could hear his deep laughter as I ran toward room two and the patient in cardiac arrest.

Chapter 14

MICHAEL

I kept a vigil at my brother’s bedside with the rest of my family throughout the night. On the verge of collapse, I found a quiet spot to close my eyes. Pulling up a chair, I stretched my legs out, and rested my head against the wall. I wanted to wait for Mia to finish her shift.

I tried to quiet my mind but all I could think about was Tammy. I didn’t believe for a moment that she was pregnant, let alone with my child.

I knew sure as shit, we weren’t engaged so why would I even remotely believe her bullshit? The woman was clearly delusional and I needed to find a way to set her ass straight and quick, before it blew up in my face.

Using the front of my shoe, I pried the other one off my foot before repeating the process with my toes. I grabbed my shirt, bringing it to my nose and sniffed. Didn’t smell as bad as I thought after being at the hospital so long.

Rubbing my face, I yawned and crossed my arms, resting them on my chest.

What the fuck was I going to do about Tammy.

Bat shit crazy Tammy.

A pregnancy test would show her for the bullshitter she was and put her lies to rest in a hurry, but how?

We didn’t have sex more than a couple times in the last six weeks and I always wore a condom.

I didn’t want a baby – at least not yet and certainly not with a woman like her.

Could someone even know that they were pregnant in that time?

I had a dick and the female reproductive system mystified me.

I tried to force Tammy out of my mind. Just the thought of her pissed me off, making my blood pressure rise.

I thought of Mia, trying to calm my nerves. There was something different about her, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. There was a natural ease I felt when she was at my side.

What if they knew each other? Fuck, I never thought of it.

My heart pounded as my eyes flew open. My palms grew sweaty as I thought about the possibility of my worlds colliding in one giant clusterfuck.

I couldn’t make myself crazy.

I pushed the thought of Tammy out of my mind and thought of Mia – the feel of her skin, her brilliant smile, and her infectious laugh.

My head fell to the side, scaring the living shit out of myself. I needed my bed, solid sleep, and a good ass kicking in the gym to set my body and mind right. I felt stiff after sleeping for three hours in an unnatural position.

I cracked my neck, gaining my bearings as I walked back to Joe’s room. I needed to check on him.

My parents, Izzy, and Anthony had disappeared while I was gone. Suzy had crawled in bed and carefully placed her body around him. He watched her as she slept in his arms.

I cleared my throat to get his attention.

Holding his finger to his lips he motioned for me to sit.

“You scared the shit out of us, Joe.” I grabbed the chair, setting it down on the opposite side of the bed that Suzy laid.

“I wouldn’t go out like that, brother. I have too much to live for to leave this world,” he whispered, looking down at Suzy. “I feel like shit though.”

“You look like shit too.” I smiled.

I would’ve never been the same without him in my life.

He laughed, wincing as his body shook. “Everything fucking hurts. I’m going to be out of commission for a while – a long while.”

“Doesn’t matter, just get better, man.”

“At least I didn’t fuck up my tattooing hand, but I’m not going to be walking anytime soon.” He flexed his good hand, balling it into a fist.

“I’ll wheel your ass in everyday if I have to. Maybe you can get one of those scooters all the old bastards use.” I smirked.

Fucking old people drove him nuts.

“Shut the fuck up, asshole,” he whispered, glaring at me.

“Well, at least the accident didn’t ruin your ability to use such eloquent language.” I laughed, the joy I felt with the simple conversation is unexplainable.

“Since when does your ass say eloquent?”

“You aren’t the only one with a college education, Joe. Listen man, some shit went down in the last twelve hours – more shit than just your accident. I need your advice, but I’ll wait until your mind is clear.”

“My mind’s clear as a whistle.”

I shook my head. “Nah, your shit got scrambled and I need it at its best to help me figure out the shit storm that’s about to rain down on me.” I rubbed my eyes and raked my hands down my face.

“No, fuck? I gotta know now.”

“Why me?” I laid my head on his bed wishing it all away.

The bed moved slightly as the sound of his laughter rang in my ears.

It was the best damn sound in the world.

“You’re going to laugh your ass off when you hear about the clusterfuck,” I said, sitting up to face him.

Suzy stirred as her eyes opened, a small smile on her lips. “Mikey,” she said with a sleepy voice.

“Hey, Suz. I didn’t mean to wake you. Sorry, sweetheart,” I said, watching her body melt against him.

“Don’t worry. I want to be up. You need anything, babe?” she asked, staring up at him.

She looked relieved. Yesterday I thought she was going to have a meltdown and lose it completely.

They had a love that I hoped to find someday. I wanted someone to be my world.

Fuck, I sounded like a pussy.

I needed to sleep and get my head right.

“Nah, sugar. I’m fine just how we are right now.” He pulled her tighter against his body and kissed her head.

I watched them with a dumb jealous grin on my face. I touched my dick to make sure it was still there.

“Did the doctor come in while I slept?” she asked, nuzzling her face into his chest.

“Not yet. The nurse said he’d be in this morning before they move me to a regular room.”

“I can’t wait to get you home, baby,” she said, closing her eyes.

“You just want me in bed and immobile,” he teased as he smelled her hair.

“I’d prefer you unable to talk, but being stuck in bed won’t be the worst thing in the world.” She giggled softly, trying not to jostle him.

Holding up in mock surrender I said, “Alright, love birds. This is my cue to get out of here. Call me if you need anything.” I stood and touched my brother’s uninjured arm. “I’m happy you’re alright, brother. I love you even though you’re an asshole sometimes.” I squeezed his forearm, looking at the both of them with their mushy grins.

“Love ya too, man.” He smiled.

“Bye, Mikey,” Suzy said without moving.

As I walked out of Joe’s room, I sent Mia a text.

Me: You done yet with work?

I had as much hospital as I could take. The smell of antiseptic and pine made my stomach turn. I worried it would be permanently part of my sense of smell if I stayed any longer.

Mia: I’ll be done in thirty.

Me: I’ll be in my car waiting or do you want to meet at my place?

Mia: Meet you at your place.

Me: Hungry?

Mia: Famished.

Me: I’ll have food, cock, and a comfy bed waiting for you.

Mia: What if I don’t want it in that order?

Me: I offer – you choose.

I laughed, shaking my head. I really liked her.

Mia: I’ll be there in one hour.

Me: Don’t keep me waiting.

I approached my car with a giant smile on my face and tucked the phone in my pocket. A white piece of paper flapped under my wiper, catching my eye. I ripped it off the windshield and glanced at it before crumpling it in my fist. Slowly I peeled the crushed paper apart and stared at it.

Mikey,

You can’t just leave us like this. How can you deny your own son? I’ll never let you go. Your mine and we’re yours.

I’ll fight for you until my last breath.

I sighed, wanting to vomit and crumbled the paper before throwing it on the ground. I’d deal with her shit soon and end her games.

Crazy and me did not fucking mix.

Chapter 15

MIA

I snuggled against Michael and relished the stark contrast of his warm skin and the cool sheets against my body.

The soothing of his hand as he rubbed the back of my arm made me melt into him. I slowly moved my fingers over the scruff lining his jawbone; each hair tickled my fingertips. The coarseness under on my skin felt like tiny shock waves moving through my hand. Listening to the beat of his heart, I drifted to sleep.

“Mia,” Michael whispered in my ear, waking me.

“Mm.” I was too tired to speak.

“I need you.” His lips brushed against my ear as his hand caressed the skin just above my underwear.

“Yeah,” I whispered, pushing my ass against his hardness, still half asleep.

Wrapping his arm around me, pulling me closer, his fingers dipped inside my panties. His breath felt hot and sounded heavy against my ear. Raking his fingers through my wetness, he moaned as he found my clit.

His damp fingers moved rhythmically against my tender flesh. I squirmed, a small moan escaping my lips. Arching my back, I pushed my ass against his erection. Moisture pooled between my legs, needing more than his hand to dull the ache.

Moving away from my body, he placed me on my back without speaking. I didn’t have to wait as I heard the crinkle of the wrapping before the bed dipped between my legs.

I blinked through blurry eyes and watched his dark figure kneeling before me as he slid on the condom.

Leaning over my body, he whispered against my lips, “You okay, Mia?”

“Yes,” I said in a sleepy voice, still not fully awake.

Stroking the head of his cock against my opening, my eyes flew open. He thrust himself inside, waking me.

Warm hands pressed against my ribs before holding my arms above my head.

I relaxed my arms under his grip, enjoying the small grunts that filled the room and the feel of him inside me.

He pumped into me slowly, caressing my insides. Moaning, I felt the orgasm hovering just out of reach. I need more friction, more power to push me over the edge. I wrapped my ankles around his legs, as the pressure from the piercings hit me deep and in just the right way, sending a shockwave through my system.

The force of his thrust increased as he fucked me relentlessly. My fingers curled around his as he held my arms against the pillow. Wet warmth against my nipple made my body jerk. The sensations were overwhelming in my sleepy state.

As he bit down, I cried out, pleasure radiating throughout my body.

Pushing my head against the pillow, my arms grew rigid under his hold and my breathing halted. In the darkness, my eyes filled with vivid colors as the orgasm tore through me. Feeling like someone had knocked the wind out of me, I grew limp under him as he chased his release. Ramming his cock inside me over and over again, Michael cried out, body shaking until he collapsed on top of me.

Rolling away, he snapped the condom, pulling it off. The bed moved as he rolled over wrapping his arms around me. Michael Gallo spooned.

“Sleep, Mia,” he whispered in my ear, planting a soft kiss against my hair.

I closed my eyes, shuffling my ass back, leaving no space between us.

The peace I knew only when in his arms returned as I drifted back to sleep.

Michael seemed on edge when we woke. We both needed the gym to relax and unwind.

I touched his arm as he drove seemingly lost in his thoughts. “He’s going to be okay, you know that, right?” I asked, hoping to make him feel better.

He nodded his head. “Yeah, I know.”

I studied his profile. His forehead was crinkled and his eyes seemed vacant. His sparkle and dirty humor had evaporated somewhere between falling asleep and our drive to the gym.

“What’s wrong then?”

“Just some stuff on my mind. It has nothing to do with us, Mia. Just some bullshit going on.”

“I’m a good listener, Michael.” I rubbed his arm, wanting him to share his worries with me.

Looking over at me, he exhaled and frowned. “I imagine you are, but some things are for me to deal with.”

I pulled my hand back, placing it in my lap. “Okay,” I said looking out the window. I didn’t have anything else to say.

We pulled into the gym parking lot after riding in silence. He could say whatever was on his mind had nothing to do with us, but I knew bullshit when I heard it.

He reached for my hand, giving it a small squeeze, as we walked into the gym.

“I’m going to run on the treadmill, want to come?” I asked.

“Nah, I need to lift some weights.” Bending down, he kissed my cheek. “I’ll catch you in a bit.”

It felt platonic and impersonal unlike the sex we had during the night.

“Don’t forget me, handsome.” I started to walk away and looked back at him with a smile. That just sounded needy and totally not me.

He scrambled my brains.

He grabbed my arm, drawing me to his body. “I could never forget about you, Mia. You need to stop that thought right there. There’s no other woman I think about.” He swatted my ass and whispered, “Off you go. No checking out anyone but me. Got it?”

Yes, the playful Michael was back!

As I walked away, I looked over my shoulder. “I can’t help if someone is in my line of vision. What are you going to do about it, big boy?” I smirked.

His mouth broke out in a drop dead, sinful grin. “I have my ways of making you pay.” He winked and I wanted to jump in his arms and capture his mouth in a kiss.

Whatever had been on his mind in the truck had vanished.

Butterflies filled my stomach as I walked a little bit faster before he sidetracked us both.

“You know where to find me.” Using my thumb, I pointed to the treadmills over my shoulder. I turned around, relived to have a few minutes to myself.

The man had seemed simple to read until today.

I jogged on the treadmill, catching up with my emails. I’d been trying to finish reading a book for a week with no luck and I used the time to read while I ran. After each page I watched him for a moment before continuing to read.

He started with free weights for his arms. He looked in the mirror studying his movement and our eyes met from time to time.

He was stunningly handsome, with rippling muscles and not a lick of fat on him. I know he worked out like a beast, but for god’s sake, couldn’t the man have on pinch of something somewhere. I loved the feel of his rock hard body against mine.

He put the bar behind his head, squatting slowly before standing with a grunt. His face turned red and a vein protruded from his forehead with each lift.

I licked my lips, my book no longer interesting as I kept my eyes glued to him.

That’s how he kept that rock hard ass and the tree trunk thighs.

I stared, mesmerized by his ass, watching it move up and down. Every muscle in his body rippled as he removed his shirt before lifting the weight again.

Holy fuck, he’s hot.

He grunted with each squat. It was different than the one I heard during sex. This was a grunt of exertion and strain, not of pleasure. The effect it had on me was the same. My face grew flush, as my core convulsed and my heart pounded against my chest. Grabbing the towel off the bar, I blotted the skin around my neck.

Our eyes were glued to each other as we moved around the gym. The air between us was thick and the lust evident to anyone paying attention. He placed the weights on the floor and dried off his damp flesh.

I wanted to lick the sweat off his body and I wasn’t a girl that usually enjoyed a sweaty man.

His smile grew larger the closer he came to me before stopping between my legs.

He stood between my legs; staring down at me as I lifted the weight, “Need some help?”

“Nope, I got this. Twenty-four,” I said, as I pushed the bar up, trying to ignore his eyes raking over my body. “Twenty-five,” I grunted, latching it in place trying to catch my breath. “You shouldn’t gawk, Michael.” I smiled up at him, breathing heavily.

“I’m not gawking, Mia. Undressing and fantasizing about all the dirty shit I’m going to do to you when I get you back to my place.”

My mouth gaped open as I sat up and stared. My attempt to slow my breathing was crushed by his words. The dull ache between my legs turned into a throb.

His index finger touched my sternum, following the path the beads of sweat had traveled into my cleavage. “I want you this sweaty when you’re under me coming on my dick, screaming for me stop.” He kissed me, whisper light, before backing away with a grin.

Smug bastard.

Chapter 16

MICHAEL

Pointing to the erection about to burst through my sweatpants, I said, “I can’t believe you’re going to leave me like this, Doc.”

“Yep.” She nodded. “You’ll survive, it’s not a life threatening affliction,” she said, laughing as she adjusted her shirt. “You have to go see your brother and I need to go home for a while.”

“I can’t call my mother or Suzy for help. This can only be fixed by you.” I grabbed myself, adjusting my dick.

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder,” she said, pulling up her pants.

Standing, I walked toward her and she backed away. “Fuck my heart. It’s my dick that’s aching.” I smiled and tried to touch her, but she moved out of reach.

“Call me when you’re done at the hospital and I’ll see what I can do to help you out with that situation.” Grabbing her keys off my kitchen table, she moved quicker than I thought possible.

“Come here, woman.” I darted to the left, using the edge of the table for traction.

Squealing she ran the opposite direction. “You may be big, but I’m quicker, Mikey.”

I moved to the left and quickly to the right, trying to throw her off kilter. “Woman, what did I tell you about callin’ me Mikey?”

Stopping on the opposite side, she placed her hands on the table and leaned over with a huge smile. “I must have forgotten, but I remember there was talk of punishment, Mikey.”

Moving again, I reached for her arm, but she slipped from my grasp. “Fuck, this god damn hard-on is slowing me down. Rub it for me, please?” I pleaded.

“You’re a pig,” she said, laughing before sticking out her tongue and closing her eyes.

I moved as fast as I could to grab her. “Got ya. Come on, Mia. I can be quick.” Dragging my tongue across her neck, I nipped her earlobe. Her laughter grew quiet as her breasts pressed against me. “Please,” I whispered, sucking on her ear.

She moaned, squeezing my arm. “No,” she said in a breathy tone.

I palmed her breast, stroking her hard nipple with my thumb. “I’ll make it worth your while.” I pushed her backward toward the table.

“I don’t want quick. I want long and hard.” She bit my lip. “Call me when you’re done seeing Joe and if you’re good, I’ll make it worth your while,” she said against my lips, causing my dick to twitch.

“Cock block.” I released her from my grip and adjusted myself.

“I’d classify myself as more of a pussy hoarder than a cock block,” she said before kissing my cheek.

It took everything in me not to slam her to the table and rip her pants off her. “You’re maddening.”

Her laughter filled the room as she walked to the door. Following close on her heels, I turned her and pushed her back against the door. I placed both my hand on either side of her. “Are you sure I can’t convince you to stay?”

She grinned before rubbing her nose against mine. “No. Go be a good brother. I’ll be home later. Hit me up then.” She kissed my lips and as she drew away, I pushed my body into hers and captured her mouth. “Still no,” she mumbled against my lips.

“I’ll call you. I’m going to need some serious help if I walk around with this hard-on all day.”

“Probably won’t be the first time in your life or the last.” She giggled.

We both jumped as my phone vibrated in my pocket. Sighing, I pulled it out and glanced at the screen.

“It’s my ma. I better get this.”

Nodding, she opened the door. “Talk to you mom. I’ll talk to you later,” she said as she waved and closed the door behind her.

“Hey Ma.”

“Where have you been all day, Michael?”

“I’m coming, Ma. I had to work out.”

“We have to be here for your brother while he’s in the hospital. No one likes to be alone.”

That’s the problem with an overbearing Italian family. Mine had a tendency to be up each other’s ass all day, every day.

Joe probably wanted some time alone with Suzy, but knowing my parents, his room had more people in and out all day than the Bunny Ranch is Vegas.

“Ma, you know my fight is coming up soon. I have to make sure I work out every day. I’ve slacked a bit and needed to blow off some steam. I’m jumping in the shower and I’ll be there. How is he, by the way?”

“He’s looking better and they moved him to a regular room. He’s out of the woods, thank god.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Anyone call Tommy yet?”

“No, I don’t think he needs to know about it. Joseph will be fine. No need to worry him, Michael.”

“Ma, he deserves to know.”

My parents aggravated me with the bullshit. Thomas would want to know if something happened to any of us. He was going to be pissed when he found out he was kept out of the loop.

“We’ll see, that’s for your father and I to decide. Get your butt up here.”

Thomas had been able to use his job to avoid Sunday dinners and family events that would bore any breathing human. My parents never harped on him.

Lucky bastard.

“Let me get off the phone and I can get there quicker, Ma.”

Her soft laughter filled my ear. I loved the woman, but at times she drove me berserk. “Very true. See you soon, baby.”

She called all of us baby. Guess it was better than jackass.

My parents smothered us with love at times. Suffocated us, but at least we knew where they stood. We loved them unconditionally and whole-heartedly.

“Bye, Ma,” I said, as I tapped end before she could get another word out.

I walked in the bathroom, thinking about Tommy as I turned the phone over in my palm. I couldn’t keep this from him. It just wasn’t right.

I sent him a messaged before climbing in the shower.

Me: Call when you have time, got news.

I showered quickly, wanting to get to the hospital before my ma called again to chew my ass out.

As I grabbed my keys to walk out the door, my phone began to ring.

“Hey.”

“Hi, Mike. What’s going on? I don’t have much time, but I wanted to check in,” Tommy said quietly.

“It’s Joe. He’s alright now, but he got into a bike accident on Sunday.”

He sucked in a breath before replying, “How bad?”

“Fucked up leg and a broken hand. He was thrown, but he had on a helmet or else we’d be planning a funeral right now.”

“Fuck, I’m going crazy not being able to see everyone and know what the fuck is going on.” He sucked in another breath before exhaling.

“You smoking again?” I asked.

“Yeah, when in Rome, brother.” I shook my head. I couldn’t imagine the life he led or what he had to do to blend in with MC that he’d been assigned. “Should I come home?”

“Nah, I just wanted you to know.”

“What the fuck took so long to get me the word?” he bit out.

“Ma and Pop didn’t want to bother you and make you worry,” I said as I climbed in my truck.

“Mike, text me anytime to tell me when bad shit’s going down. I’ll always call as soon as I can. Don’t let them hide shit from me, ya hear me, brother?”

“Yeah. Are you okay, Tommy?”

I felt relieved talking to him. Every day I wondered if he was okay or even if he was alive. Being cut off from him was scary as fuck.

“I’m okay, just some crazy shit going down. I got it, though. Don’t worry about me, Mike. Give my love to everyone. I gotta run.”

“Take care of yourself, man. Watch your back.”

“Tell everyone I love them, Mike, please give Ma a kiss for me.” His breathing had grown a little more uneven.

“Love ya too, Thomas,” I said, tearing up as the line went dead.

I hadn’t cried since I was a kid and got hurt on the school playground, but hearing Thomas’ voice made it hard to keep my composure. It had been over a year since I’d seen him and I felt relieved knowing he was okay and ready to fight another day.

Wiping the mist from my eyes, I threw the phone on the passenger seat and headed toward the hospital.

* * *

Walking down the halls of the hospital I kept my guard up, expecting psycho Tammy to pop out of nowhere. I’m sure she was stalking the halls looking for me.

Walking into Joe’s room I said, “I’ve arrived.”

Izzy looked at me and rolled her eyes. “About time, you ass.”

“Love you too, sis.” I blew her a kiss and smiled.

“Thank god for a private room,” I laughed as I looked at them all.

Poor Joe, they were here staring at him all day.

“Joe, how ya feelin’ man?” I approached his bed and kissed him on the cheek.

He puffed out a breath, adjusting his body. “Bored to death and ready to get the hell out of here.”

“I can only imagine, but I think you’re going to be here a while. Sorry I wasn’t here sooner.”

“Don’t worry about it. You have shit to do. When’s the fight?”

Sitting on the edge of his bed, I replied, “Couple weeks.”

“I want a front row seat. I’m so pumped for you. Going to win this one?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Hell yeah. I got this shit in the bag if I stay on track. Have you ever seen me lose a fight?”

He shook his head. “Never and you never answered about the front row.”

“I have tickets for everyone. I grabbed a couple extra too.” I bent my knee, pulling it on the bed.

The room was filled with chatter. Izzy and Suzy were talking about clothes or some girl shit. My parents talked to Anthony in a whispered tone that I couldn’t make out. I never knew my family could talk this quiet.

There was a brief lull in the conversations around us as Joe said, “What did you want to talk to me about?”

I hung my head and rubbed my eyes with my thumb and index finger. Fuck, bring on the Gallo Inquisition.

“What’s he talking about?” Izzy asked behind me. Naturally she’d be the one person to pipe up after hearing that statement.

Turning around, I looked her straight in the eye and showed no fear. “Male shit, Iz. Don’t concern yourself with it.”

Her eyes became slits as she glared at me. Izzy knew me as well as anyone sitting in this room and I prayed she knew when to drop the subject. “Always playing the penis card. Such bullshit.”

“Isabella,” my ma chimed in. “Did I raise you to speak that way?”

“I’m a grown woman, Ma, and yes you did. You had four boys and a girl. How else would I talk?”

My ma and Izzy broke into a fit of laughter.

I looked at Joe and I mouthed ‘later’ to him.

He tipped his chin, not making any other movements. He knew as well as I did how nosey this group was and I needed to deal with Tammy on the down low.

“Why don’t we all go to the cafeteria and let the boys have their talk?” My ma always tried to be diplomatic.

“Great idea, my legs could use a stretch,” Pop said. “Come on, baby girl.” Standing, my pop held his hand out to Izzy.

She sighed and put her fingers in his palm. “For you, Dad, anything you ask.” She had him wrapped around her little finger.

They worked each other well and knew how to get their way. Izzy gave in on the small things because she knew my pop would always have her back; she’d always be his little girl.

“I’m going to stay here,” Anthony said as he looked at my parents. “I’m playing my penis card.” He smirked at Izzy.

I swear to shit I could see a vein pop out of her forehead.

“We’ll be back in ten minutes,” Pop said, yanking Izzy out by the arm.

We sat in silence as we waited for them to walk far enough that we wouldn’t be overhead. Anthony poked his head out of the doorway. “All clear,” he said.

“What the fuck is up, man?” Joe asked.

“Tammy has gone off the rails.” I shook my head, still not believing her bullshit.

His eyebrows scrunched as he looked at me. “Tammy?”

“Scrapbook crazy girl? Did you hit your head harder than we thought?”

He laughed and grabbed his side. “Fuck, I remember her now. I’ve had other things on my mind than your women.”

“She isn’t one of my women. She saw me in the cafeteria here and she claimed we were engage, dude.”

“No fucking way.” His mouth hung open as he looked at me.

“Yes, I told her to leave me the hell alone and she said how could I just leave her since we were engaged. When I denied her and I went to walk away…” I didn’t want to finish the sentence. The mere thought of her words made my stomach churn. “She yelled out that she was pregnant.”

His body stilled as his eyebrows drew together. “With whose kid?” Joe asked.

“Mine, dumbass.” I shrugged.

“Is that even possible?” Joe asked, trying to sit up.

“Fuck no. I don’t think so. I mean I’m not a doctor, but if I remember my human bio class there’s zero chance.”

“Were you careful?” Joe asked as he rubbed his forehead.

Anthony just sat there, shaking his head as he played on his phone.

“Yes and we only did it a couple of times. She couldn’t possibly know if she was. Could she?”

“Shit, I don’t know, but you need to find out, Mike.”

I rested my head in my hand, running my finger through my hair. I had to find the craziest bitch in the county and stick my dick in her.

“I got to work this shit out and shut her ass down.” God was getting the last laugh.

“I’d say you better do something before that shit blows up in your face.” He pointed at me and shook his head. “Fight crazy by facing her head on and putting her down.”

“I’ll figure it out. You have your own shit to deal with.” I motioned to his fucked up leg.

“Eh, a mere flesh wound,” Joe said with a straight face.

We all started to laugh as we got the reference to Monty Python. The best movie scene ever made. When the guy loses limbs but still states it’s just a mere flesh wound until he’s jumping on one leg without arms and spewing blood everywhere… epic. I think we drove my mother crazy for months re-enacting it as kids.

“You need my help, Mike?” Anthony asked.

“Nah, it’s my mess to deal with, Anth. I just don’t want it ruining whatever Mia and I have going on.”

“Who’s Mia?” Joe asked.

“Girl I met at the gym. She’s a doctor here and we’ve been spending time together.” I rubbed my eyes and raked my hands through my hair. “I really like her and don’t want Tammy fucking it up.”

“A doctor? I’m impressed, Mike. Wait, why was Tammy here?”

“She works here too. I’m so screwed if she runs into Mia.”

Anthony looked up from his phone. “Oh, fuck. You better get it handled quick before the shit hits the fan.”

“Just once I’d like my dick not to cause problems,” I said looking up at the ceiling.

“Keep sticking that shit in any pussy around town and your problems will never go away.”

“Just because you found Suzy doesn’t mean you’re the authority on relationships, Joe.”

“No, but I knew when I found something so damn good that I’d do anything in the world to make her mine.”

“Pussy whipped,” Anthony muttered under his breath before laughing.

I had to get control of the situation.

Why did her ass have to go off the hook as Mia came into my life?

Chapter 17

MIA

Michael hadn’t seemed himself all week, distant and preoccupied. I asked him repeatedly to share whatever bothered him but he said no and I stopped trying to pry. Sometimes, there are things I don’t feel like sharing as I deal with the situation. I gave him his space and hoped he’d tell me in his own time.

My week had been busy, almost to the point of hectic. I worked at the hospital and the clinic every day. Michael trained, spent time with his family at the hospital, and kept the tattoo shop running.

His life was just as full as mine. We had to be creative when it came to seeing each other while his brother was at County. I met him early one morning to watch him train with Rob. There was a small ring that had been set up in the gym just for Michael and Rob to practice.

I was tempted to jump in the ring and take out some of my stress on the target or Rob, but I didn’t want to make a fool out myself. I used the time to run on the treadmill as I watched him kick Rob’s ass. It brought a smile to my face.

Saturday night Michael brought the DVD of his fight in New York to my house. He fought Victor ‘The Mauler’ Torrez.

Sliding the disc into the DVD player, he explained that the match wouldn’t be fought in a boxing ring and that he didn’t box. I was clueless to MMA rules. To me it was just a fancy name given to a sport where to men beat the shit out of each other.

As soon as the match started to play, I knew I was right with my first assumption about what he called a sport – it was barbaric.

There was something about watching Michael that had me shifting in my seat and made me feel flushed.

Fuck, he looked sexy and powerful as he jostled from leg to leg on the video.

“Look at this next hit,” he said, sitting next to me on the couch, punching the air.

His foot swept the other man’s legs out from underneath him. Michael struck him in the face. Sweat and blood flew through the air as he connected with his jaw. High definition television showed a little too much detail for me.

“That’s called a ground-and-pound move.” Staring at the television, he was transfixed with a smile on his face.

“Did you win?” I asked, covering my eyes to avoid seeing the man struggle.

He looked at me with a look of shock on his face. “You’ll have to watch to find out, but what do you think?” he said, laughing.

“You won or you wouldn’t be showing this to me,” I said with a smile before turning back to the television.

Although I knew the outcome, it made my stomach hurt to watch the footage. My heart beat in my throat as I sat on the edge of the couch watching the recording through my fingers.

Michael squeezed my knee, patting it gently. “I can’t wait to get back in the cage.”

“How long did you say until the next match?” I looked at his face, his happiness evident.

“Just a couple of weeks. I’ll be cutting way back on my schedule at the shop for final preparations.”

“Where is it?” I asked, praying it was far away.

How would I feel seeing him fighting with another man in the flesh instead of on a recording? The roar of the crowd with each blow was shocking and in person had to be almost deafening.

“Right here in Tampa. I wanted in because it’s close to home. You’re gonna come right?”

“Um, yeah, I guess I’ll be there.” I turned my attention back to the television as his fist made contact with the opponent’s jaw again. His head flew back and I could see the satisfaction on Michael’s face. “What made you travel to New York for this fight?”

“I want you there, Mia. You have to watch at least one in person. That was a huge fight. It was on Pay-Per-View and helped get my name out there. I want to make a name for myself in this industry.”

“Why would you do this when you’re a successful business owner?” I looked at him, totally confused by the man I knew and the one I saw on the screen. The fighter scared the hell out of me, but the man to my side made me feel safe and comfortable. I thought of him as a softy although I’d never tell him that.

“I do MMA for the thrill and the challenge. I’d give up working in the tattoo shop to fight full-time. Wait, here’s the end, you have to watch.” Touching my chin, he pushed my eyes back toward the television.

Michael had ‘The Mauler’ on the ground in a chokehold. Their legs were twisted together, their bodies entwined as he squeezed the man’s neck, cutting off his airway. I couldn’t look away no matter how much I wanted to – I was transfixed and then they released each other.

“What just happened?” I asked, confused why it ended suddenly.

“I won. The ref ended it because the guy was losing consciousness, stupid rule, but...” He shrugged with a tiny grin.

“Oh,” I said as I turned my attention back to the screen. His chest heaved from exertion, his eyes looked fierce, as tiny droplets of sweat slid down his body. Maybe high def was a good thing after all.

“I could watch this recording a million times,” he said, switching off the television, turning toward me.

“You probably have,” I said, smirking.

“Smartass woman.” He started to tickle me on my ribs.

I squirmed trying to break free. “Stop!” I yelped as he pushed me back into the couch.

His fingers moved across my ribs as I tried to find my breath. “I have to teach you a lesson.” The weight of his body made it harder to breathe.

I laughed and tried to pry his hands from my side. “Michael, stop. I can’t breathe,” I huffed out through the laugher, pushing at his fingers.

His hands stilled as he hovered over my body, face to face. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you have a smile on your face.” His eyes roamed my face as his erection pushed against my leg.

He was hard as a rock.

“Is it me or did the fight that turn you on?” I asked.

I would never admit it, but my body ached for him. God, I was such a hypocrite.

“Your laughter did this to me, not the fight.”

“I highly...”He covered my mouth with his hand, stopping me from finishing.

He placed a kiss on my neck. “No more talking for you.”

Giggling behind his hand, my tongue darted out to taste him. “I thought you loved my voice,” I mumbled behind his fingers.

“Shh,” he whispered, running his nose down my cheek before he licked a path down my neck. The warmth of his tongue sent tiny sparks straight to my core.

My fingers dug into his back as I held him to me, enjoying the feel of his tongue. I wanted more. I craved him.

When his lips met my collarbone, my body flinched as my sex convulsed. I could feel the wetness between my legs. My body was a traitor, but at this point, relieving the throb was all that mattered.

My head fell to the side and I opened my eyes. The clock read six – I would be late to work. I pushed Michael off in a panic.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, frowning.

“I’m going to be late to work. You have to go and I have to get ready.” I jumped from the couch, pulling down my shirt.

“You’re fucking job is getting in the way,” he said, sitting up.

I hushed him with my finger. “We both have a lot of shit to do. I’ll be off tomorrow if you can find the time to squeeze me into your busy schedule.”

He smiled behind my finger. “I’ll make the time. I’ll do everything early so I can spend time with you.”

“Michael, I’d say you’re smitten if I didn’t know you any better. Are you always this easy?”

“Smitten doesn’t even begin to explain what I am at the moment, Doc.” He grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock. “Rock hard is more like it. You’re always leaving me fucking hanging.”

I chuckled as I stared into his eyes.

The man probably never had to wait for sex. Woman probably hung on him and begged for it.

“If you can’t get it to subside, you know where to find me and my needle, handsome.” I kissed his lips before moving out of reach, trying to avoid being pulled down on top of him.

“I’ve always had a fantasy of doing it in a storage closet where we could get caught.” He smiled as he adjusted himself in his pants before standing.

Crossing my arms, I stared at him and shook my head. “I could be fired for that, Michael.”

“Not if we’re quick and quiet. It’s the thrill of getting caught that makes it so fucking great.” He winked as he looked down at me.

I swallowed hard, my mouth feeling dry suddenly. “I’ll take your word for it.”

“You’ll see,” he said, as he brushed his finger across my lip.

I sighed. The man liked to live life on the edge and so did I. I fully expected a visit to the hospital in the coming days.

“Okay. Now scoot. I have to get ready. People’s lives depend on me.” I pushed him toward the door.

He pouted and grabbed his chest, pretending to be wounded. “I’ll show myself out.”

He pulled me into a kiss. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he held my head in his hand. The velvety texture of his tongue and the hint of mint left me wanting more.

I moaned, my lips following his mouth as he pulled away.

“A little something to remember me.” He released me and made his way to the door.

“Hey, what’s your MMA nickname?” I called out to him.

“Why ya ask?” he asked with one hand on the doorknob.

“Curiosity.”

“Michael ‘The Iceman’ Gallo.” He smiled and left.

I stood there and tried to think of him as ‘The Iceman,’ but he should be called the ‘The Raging Inferno’.

Chapter 18

MICHAEL

Walking through the hospital, I looked over my shoulder paranoid that I’d run into Tammy. I still hadn’t done a damn thing to deal with her the last week. I’d been too fucking busy with the shop, family shit, and Mia.

I pushed open the door to Joe’s room with a smile and found it empty. The bed was neatly made and everything was back in its rightful place, but no Joe. My smile evaporated.

“Can I help you?” a nurse asked behind me.

Walking out of the room, I approached her. “That’s my brother’s room. I was coming to visit.”

“Ah, they released him a couple hours ago. He went home, darlin’.” She smiled.

“Thanks, ma’am,” I said before walking away.

Pulling out my phone to text my ma, I headed to the elevators.

Me: Mom, why didn’t anyone bother to tell me they released Joe?

I loved that my ma finally decided to join this century and learned how to text. It was easier to keep the conversations shorter because she always found something else to say when we actually spoke. If I ignored her texts she’d call anyway, but for the most part it was the best way to communicate with her – at least for me.

Mom: We weren’t there when it happened. We’re not going to see him until tomorrow. Let him rest and enjoy your night.

My night would be spent without Mia. I had plenty to do. The shop needed organized and cleaned and I could use an extra workout. The match would be here before I knew it.

The elevator arrived and I pushed the button for the first floor. I leaned against the wall and thought about what to do first. When the doors opened I saw a sign for the Emergency Room and the decision was made for me.

I sweet-talked the receptionist. I explained that I was Mia’s boyfriend and I was here to see her, but only if she wasn’t busy.

“Let me go see if she is. Take a seat and I’ll be right back.” She smiled as she stood from her desk, smoothing her skirt with her palms. She swiped her badge and disappeared behind the door.

I cracked my neck, rolling it on my shoulders, as I sat in the chair and stared at the door. The people sitting in the chairs around me looked miserable. They were coughing, moaning and grimacing. I knew the people beyond the doors were worse than those sitting here.

The door opened, the receptionist stuck her head out, and motioned for me to come.

“She’s in between patients right now. Come on.” She opened the door and I stepped into the noisy corridor. “She’s grabbing a cup of coffee down the hall on the right, last door.” She pointed, smiled.

I nodded and smiled. “Thanks.”

“Mm hmm,” she said eyeing me up and down, before leaving me to find Mia.

I debated if I should walk in and surprise her or wait in the hallway. I didn’t want to scare the shit out of her. The hall was empty as I approached the door marked ‘Staff Only’.

I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms as I waited patiently for her.

A few people gave me dirty looks as they walked by at the other end of the hall and I smiled and waved. Fuck them. I couldn’t wait any longer. I knocked on the door to get her attention. “Mia, are you in there?”

The door cracked open and she smiled at me. “Hey, what are you doing here?” she asked, stepping out into the hall.

“I’ve come to live out my fantasy.” I smirked, resting my shoulder against the doorframe.

Her hazel eyes grew wide as a smile spread across her face. “Why are you really here?” She crossed her arm and laughed.

“Came to see my brother, but my family forgot to mention that he was released.”

“Good for him.”

“Now I’m the only one in need of attention.” I stepped closer to her. “Can you spare a moment to take a look?” I looked down and back at her.

“Is stamina your problem?” Her eyes twinkled.

She’s a total fucking ball buster.

“Why don’t you tell me, Doc?” I whispered against her lips. Her hair was perfectly slicked back into a tight bun with her lab coat over her scrubs. The scrubs I could’ve done without – not sexy at all.

The corner of her lips twitched as she grabbed me by the shirt, pulling me down the hall. “I don’t have long,” she said, looking around to see if the coast was clear before pushing me inside.

Fuck yes. Finally.

I locked the door and turned my attention on her.

Kneading her ass in my hands, I ravaged her mouth. Hard breaths and small moans fell from our lips. Finding her breast, I squeezed gently, caressing the hard nipple under my fingertips. Her body quaked at the contact. My dick ached to be inside her, not content with rubbing against her leg through my pants.

“Fuck, Mia. I want you,” I growled, my erection straining to break free.

We nipped each other’s lips.

She smirked reaching in her pocket. She laughed, pulling a condom out and it in the air.

“Did you know I was coming?” I unfastened my pants without hesitation. My cock sprang free and bounced off her stomach.

“I knew it was a possibility,” she said against my lips.

“Better not be for anyone else, Mia.” I grabbed the wrapper from her hand and tore it open with my teeth.

“There’s no one else,” she said with a straight face.

“Turn around, hands on the wall.”

As she placed her hands on the wall, I pulled her scrubs and underwear down to her knees. The lab coat covered her ass, but I’d handle it.

Pushing down on the small of her back, I tapped her feet apart, giving myself a better angle. I placed the condom over my rock hard dick carefully in the dim light. It glided easily against the silky wetness as I rubbed the tip against her.

She wanted it.

Grabbing her hips, I thrust myself inside in one quick move.

She cried out when I was fully seat and my piercings stroked her depths.

“Shh. You’re going to get us in trouble,” I whispered in her ear, placing my hand over her mouth.

I pumped into her searching for my release as I held up her lab coat. My body slammed against her ass, moving her with each thrust.

There was nothing tender about this type of fucking.

For the first time in a long while, I didn’t care about my partner getting off before me. Mia always left me with a hard-on and for once, I’d leave her wanting more.

Releasing her mouth from my grasp, I used both hands to steady her hips and pulled her against me. She fucked me back, moving in my hands, as my cock disappeared inside of her.

Watching my dick move in and out was better than any porn movie I’d ever seen.

She whimpered as I pounded into her flesh. God, she felt fucking amazing – tight and wet as her pussy pulsated against my shaft.

She’d be sore and hopefully walking a little differently for the rest of her shift.

Biting down on her neck to stifle my moan, I gripped her tighter and pumped into her once last time.

“Fuck,” I said against her neck, my teeth still biting down as my body twitched and shook. Dizziness and exhaustion overcame me as I rested my face in her back, trying to catch my breath

“Hey, that’s not fair,” she said, wiggling her ass with my cock still inside her.

“All is fair in love and war. I’ll make it worth your while, Mia… tomorrow.” I grinned against her coat before I felt her body stiffen.

I pulled out, grabbing a piece of crappy brown paper from a roll on the shelf. I folded the condom inside before stuffing it in my pocket. She bent down to grab her pants and I could see the redness my body caused as it slammed into her.

I smiled knowing she’d feel me on her for a while.

“You’re an asshole,” she said, glaring at me as she smoothed out her scrubs and coat.

“I’ll own that.” I smirked, stuffing my dick inside my pants and zipping them.

I kissed her on the lips, rubbing my nose against hers. “You made my fantasy come true and we didn’t even get caught.”

“Yeah, but I would of at least liked to get off too.” She glared.

“Tomorrow,” I said as I tapped her on the nose. “Lemme me make sure your clothes are right before we walk out.” She turned around slowly and I checked her out from head to toe. “You look like nothing happened.”

“Good.” She smiled.

“Shit, I didn’t do it right.”

Her laughter filled the small space as she opened the door. We walked into the hallway and she closed the door behind us. “Where are you headed now?” she asked.

“I’m going to head to the gym. Enjoy your night, Doc. Think of me.” I winked at her.

“I’m sure I will. That was so unfair, Michael. It’s going to be the longest shift of my life,” she said, frowning.

“Gives you something to look forward to.” I reached out to grab her hand.

“You!” someone yelled from down the hall.

We both turned toward the voice as I pulled my hand back to my side.

At the end of the corridor was my worst nightmare.

Tammy.

Motherfucker.

I closed my eyes and held my breath as I waited for my fucking world to fall apart.

I went from ecstasy to agony in under one minute.

Chapter 19

MIA

Michael looked like a trapped animal as a nurse walked toward him screaming. Not just any nurse, but the one I had soothed in the bathroom days ago.

Her hands were balled into fists at her sides as she approached with a red face, sneering.

I looked at her and back to him.

Fuck me, it couldn’t be possible. Was he?

No, no.

Son of a bitch!

“Where the hell have you been?” She placed her hands on her hips, standing toe to toe with him.

“Do you know her?” I asked hoping I was wrong.

She turned her glare toward me. “This is the asshole I was telling you about.”

“Wait a minute,” Michael said. “Let me explain.” His face turned white as he reached for my hand.

Suddenly, my mouth felt dry as her words hit me full force. “He’s your fiancé?” I asked still in shock. I stared at them, blinking as my mouth hung open.

“Yes and the father of my baby.” She smiled as she stood there with her hands on her hips. Her right eye ticked at the corner.

My heart sank as a wave of nausea hit. “Is this true, Michael?” I asked, turning to him, needing to hear his answer.

I looked at him and could see sheer terror.

He shook his head with wide eyes. “No, it’s not true at all. Please, let me explain, Mia.” He tried to touch me again but I backed away.

I felt like a fool.

How did I honestly think I was the only woman in his life?

I knew better than to believe the bullshit of a smooth talking beautiful man, but I used my heart instead of my head.

I looked at the floor, shaking my head as I tried to decide if I should stay or go.

“Tammy, you’re a crazy bitch. I’m not your fiancé. For fuck’s sake, don’t do this to me,” he pleaded with her as the veins on the side of his neck protruded and visibly pulsed.

“What’s this then?” she asked, thrusting her hand in his face.

He gawked, his mouth moving but nothing came out.

“You asked me weeks ago before I even told you about the baby,” she said, pushing her hand closer to his face.

She to me with a wide grin to show me the large princess cut diamond ring. My chest ached as my heart thundered against my insides.

I felt sick. I wanted to curl into a ball and cry.

“You knew about the baby?” I asked in horror.

His nostrils flared as he blinked slowly. “She’s not having my baby, Mia,” he said through gritted teeth.

Tammy pushed on his chest. “How can you deny your own child!” she screeched.

“Shut the hell up, Tammy,” he roared as a crowd began to form in the hall.

I had never been so embarrassed in my life. I hung my head, gathering my thoughts.

I needed to get the fuck out of here.

“Mia, you’ve got to believe me. She’s crazy and making it up,” he begged, holding out his hand to me.

Looking at his hand, I took a step back. “She has a ring, Michael. I don’t know what to think. I need time.” Wiping the tear with the back of my hand as it slid down my cheek, I said, “Don’t call me anymore.”

“But Mia.” His eyes were large and sad.

“No,” I replied quickly. “Don’t touch or talk to me. You need to work things out with your fiancé and future mother of your child. There’s no room for me in your life. I don’t date cheaters and I certainly don’t fall in love with men that run out on their responsibilities.”

His hand dropped to his side as he stared at me. “Mia, you know she’s crazy, right?”

“I’m right here, dickhead,” Tammy yelled, punching him in the arm.

His arms flexed and his hand twitched. “Don’t fucking touch me, you insane bitch. I know where the fuck you are, you’re like a crazy nightmare that won’t go the fuck away.”

“I don’t have time for this bullshit.” I shook my head, tears threatening to turn into sobs. “You two deserve each other,” I said, before turning my back to them.

“Mia,” Michael yelled as I walked away.

Hanging my head, I hid my eyes from the onlookers that had gathered in the hallway. I could hear their voices as I disappeared in the bathroom.

Finding an open stall, I closed my self in and shut the outside world out. I sat on the toilet and rocked. Silent tears racked my body. I realized the only person that had made me feel safe turned into my biggest fear, heartache and devastation.

Michael Gallo crashed into my world and turned it upside down.

I couldn’t sit here and cry over a man that I’d only known a couple of weeks, even though I wanted to. Patients waited for me. I couldn’t spend another moment wallowing in what could’ve been and will never be.

Fuck Michael Gallo and that crazy whore too.

Anger bubbled inside as I stood and walked out of the stall to dry my face.

My phone started beeping, text messages coming in rapidly from Michael. I turned the ringer off and stuffed it in my pocket before reaching for the door.

It was going to be a miserable shift at the ER.

Chapter 20

MICHAEL

“Sit down, baby. Tell me what’s wrong,” my ma said, pulling out a chair for me.

She really was sweet and I felt shitty to throw this on her, but I needed her.

“I didn’t know who else to come to, Ma.” Sitting down, I rested my hands in my lap. I stared her straight in the eye as I leaned back and figured out how to break this to her.

“I’m always here for you. You look like shit, Michael.” She reached out and caressed my cheek with a small smile.

I smiled and leaned into her touch as she soothed me. “I don’t even know where to being with this clusterfuck,” I said scrubbing my hands across my face.

“Only because you’re so upset will I let that word slide in this house today.”

“Sorry, Ma.” I shrugged. “Alright, here it is.” I let out a breath before speaking. “About six weeks ago I started seeing this woman, Tammy.”

“Seeing as in dating or…” she looked at me with one eyebrow higher than the other.

I sighed, wishing I could avoid the entire conversation. “We weren’t dating. We hooked up a couple of times.”

“God, I hope you used protection.” She shook her head. “All these horrible diseases out there today.”

“Ma, can I tell you the story or are you going to interrupt me?”

She laughed, patting my hand. “You go ahead, son. Sorry. I’ll sit here and listen.” Resting her head in her hand, she stared at me.

Her facial expressions changed as I told her the story. Her eyes were as big as saucers and her mouth hung open by the time I finished. “Can I ask some questions now?” she asked.

Nodding, I motioned for her to ask.

“So you didn’t ask her to marry you?

“Nope.”

“And she’s not pregnant either?”

“Nope.”

“Are you sure she’s not pregnant?” she asked, tilting her head as she rubbed her chin.

“Fuck if I know, Ma. I wore a condom the couple times we did it. Not one busted and all came from my pocket.”

“You said she’s crazy, how crazy we talkin’ - Cathy Bates Misery crazy or what?”

“She could be Cathy Bates’ daughter.” I laughed.

“Jesus Christ, son. Didn’t we raise you boys right?” She rubbed the back of her neck. She shook her head, leaning back in her chair, and stared at me.

“You did, Ma. Sometimes we just kinda let our other head do the thinking.” I looked down at the table, flicking a crumb near my arm.

“We’re going to have to talk with your father about this. We may need to call George and get a restraining order against her. Maybe you can get a pregnancy test done and if necessary, an ultra sound to determine the date of conception.” Her cheeks puffed out before let the air escape slowly.

“I hoped she would just forget about me and move on. She ruined everything with Mia.”

I was miserable without Mia. I never felt lonely, ever, but I felt the emptiness when she walked away from me, from us, in the hospital a couple days ago. The longest two days of my fucking life.

“Is Mia the doctor from the hospital?”

“Yeah, you know about her?”

“Your siblings can’t keep a secret worth shit, son, except for Joe. He’s like a rock and it makes me nuts.” She laughed, her smile almost kissing her eyes.

“Well, Tammy confronted me when I was with Mia. Mia’s confused and doesn’t know what to believe. She hasn’t returned my phone calls or replied to a text in days, Ma. I have to fix this.”

Her smile fell. “Have to be crafty, son. Out think her. Fight fire with fire.” She paused and scrunched her lips. “Maybe you can get Tammy to go see a doctor and let you come.” She patted my hand. “You can verify the pregnancy or lack thereof and we’ll proceed from there. It would give you tangible proof sooner than waiting for the court system, but if she’s dangerous then you need to stay the hell away from her.”

“I got it, Ma. I can handle her. I’m not worried about her hurting me. She’s already done enough damage. I’ll do it. I’ll call her. I think she’ll go for it if she thinks there’s any chance of us getting back together.”

“It’s playing in dangerous territory, but I leave the decision up to you. Just be careful, Michael.”

I didn’t have a choice.

I had to risk it all to win back Mia.

I needed to show Tammy for who she really is – a liar.

“I don’t need this bullshit right now, Ma. My fight is in a week and I have too much going on to deal with this. I need it to end now.”

“You’ll do it, son. I’ll talk to your dad tonight and he can call George. He’ll get the paperwork ready to put the restraining order into action. You can call him and find out what to do next.”

As I stood from my chair, I bent over and kissed the top of her head. “Thanks, Ma. You always have great advice.” I inhaled the strawberry scent of her shampoo and was instantly brought back to my childhood.

Reaching up, she stroked my cheek as she said, “That’s what I’m here for.”

As I started walking to the door her voice stopped me.

“Michael,” she yelled.

“Yeah, Ma?” I paused, not wanting to miss her parting advice.

“Keep it in your pants, son. Got me?”

“Hear ya loud and clear, Ma.” Shaking my head, I opened the door and left to set the plan in motion.

Searching through my phone contacts, I couldn’t find her number.

Damn it.

Izzy had blocked her. I headed to the shop to find my sweet little sister and see if she’d be willing to help me smash Tammy once and for all.

Leading up to my match, my schedule at the shop had almost been non-existent. I tried to work out and practice as much as possible without having to worry about the day-to-day operations.

Piercings were by special appointment. I only had to go in twice in the last ten days. Joe wouldn’t be back for weeks. That left Anthony and Izzy to deal with running the business and tattooing.

Everything seemed to be in order as I walked through the front door of Inked. The waiting area looked tidy, just as I had left it and the familiar buzz filled the shop. Soft voices came from the tattooing area, Death Metal, Izzy’s choice I’m sure, played quietly so it blended in as background noise.

“Honey, I’m home,” I yelled, walking toward the work area.

“Michael?” Izzy’s voice echoed. “Get your ass back here, man.”

Her face lit up as soon as she saw me. She snapped off her gloves and kissed me on the cheek. “Hasn’t been the same without you here, driving us crazy and keeping our asses organized.” She squeezed me, smashing her face in my chest.

I loved my little sister. Why?

Because of moments like these, but definitely not her mouth.

“Thanks, Izzy. Sometimes you can be sweet… sometimes.”

“Don’t get too used to it,” she said sitting back down, putting on a new pair of gloves.

“Hey, how are ya?” I said to her client whom I’d seen before but couldn’t remember his name.

“Trying to survive your sister here. She’s not as smooth as Joe with the needle.” He winced, closing one eye.

“No one’s as smooth as he is. He’ll be back soon, though. You should’ve waited.”

“I can hear you both,” she said as she rubbed salve into his skin. “I can do this dry if you’d prefer.” She snickered.

“No, no,” he replied. “Please, you’re doing beautiful work.”

I laughed and turned my attention toward Anthony. “How you holding up being here with her by yourself, Anth?”

He smiled as he leaned back in his chair and stretched. “She’s been pretty good without you and Joe here.” His bones cracked and he sighed.

I could never tattoo and sit in the same crippling position for hours. I didn’t have the patience to deal with customers for extended periods of time and I certainly couldn’t handle working on the same design for six hours like they sometimes did.

Piercing was quick with little time for chatting.

“They’re the ones that make me the way I am,” she shrugged, talking to the man in her chair. “Anthony is my partner in crime. Isn’t that right, Anth?” She laughed.

“Oh, how I know that shit. You two give me a headache most days,” I said, shaking my head.

“You speak the truth, Izzy.” Anthony laughed as he worked on the design. “What brings you by to visit us working people?” Anthony asked as he shaded in a rose.

I cringed because I knew her ass would be so ecstatic to hear the words. “Well, I need Izzy.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “What? Are you feeling okay?” She asked as she looked up.

I rolled my eyes, sitting down in Joe’s chair. “Yes, I need you to unblock that number you got rid of for me the other day.”

“That girl with the damn scrapbook?”  Her eyebrows drew together and a small crease formed between them.

“Yes, Tammy. I need you to unblock her number.”

She sat back, tilting her head and leveled me with her stare. “Why in the fuck would I do that?”

“Please, I just need you to. For me, Izzy, please,” I said, pulling the phone from my pocket.

“You need to explain it to me first. I’m thinking you’re the one that bumped your head and not Joe. I can believe you’re asking me to do this shit.”

“Everything has turned into a mess. Mia won’t see me or talking to me and it’s all Tammy’s fault.”

“Still not giving me enough detail here, Mikey.” She went back to working not finding my request important enough to stop. “If she fucked everything up, why in the hell do you want to talk to her?”

“She’s claiming I asked her to marry me and that she’s pregnant with my baby.” There it was, out in the open. I might as well have put that shit on a billboard now. Izzy never kept a secret.

“Wait, what?” She stood suddenly. “You drop that shit on me like it’s nothing while I have a needle in someone’s skin?”

“You asked for details and those are the details.”

“Give me fifteen minutes to finish this and we’re going to have a talk before I do what you’re asking me to. I want to know what the fuck happened with the doctor too.”

“Fine, I’ll wait.” I sighed and kicked my feet up on the customer chair. “How’s Joe?” I asked. “Anyone see him lately?”

“He’s well. You should go see him. He’s been home for two days,” Anthony said.

“Kind of had other things on my mind,” I muttered.

“I know, but I’m sure Suzy is smothering him to death at this point,” Izzy said, laughing.

“Joe loves that shit. He’s probably milking it for all it’s worth,” Anthony stated mimicking a blowjob.

I missed being here every day. I missed the four of us as it had been weeks ago.

Everything had changed in my life in the last week – the highest high to the lowest low.

I wanted so badly to talk to Mia. I wondered if she knew how to block someone like Izzy had done on my phone. I hope she didn’t block me. She hadn’t read a damn message I sent her. I couldn’t help myself. I had to keep trying.

Me: Mia, please talk to me. Tammy’s lying and insane. You have to believe me! I miss you, Doc.

I stared at the screen hoping my message would show read but nothing. It just sat there delivered and unread.

I opened Facebook and searched for her page. She posted something yesterday. I shouldn’t have looked because it made me feel more rejected than I already did.

She posted a quote from Cicero. - Nothing is more noble, nothing more venerable than fidelity. Faithfulness and truth are the most sacred excellences and endowments of the human mind.

I sat there, stunned into silence by her words, as I waited for Izzy to finish.

I still caught myself thinking of Izzy as a little girl. I pictured her with her pigtails flopping, playing hopscotch in the front yard or begging us to play football. She always felt left out because we worried she’d get hurt. She turned into a tomboy in her teenage years before she realized the power of being a female.

Izzy was a tag along and we hated it when she was a little girl, but as she grew older, we used it to our advantage. We scared away more men than she’d ever know.

She was ours to protect… no matter the cost.

I had been lost in thought when she walked back into the work area after her client left. “Alright, let’s go outside and you can tell me what happened.”

“Thanks, Izzy,” I said, following her out back.

We walked into the Florida evening sun and my skin felt like it was being burned. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, just a brilliant blue color and the sun shining brightly.

“Why do you want to talk to that pyscho?” She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against the building in the shade.

“I want to catch her in her lies,” I said, as I ran my fingers through my hair. “It’s the only way I can do it quick.”

“Why not just go to the police? I’m sure they can speed shit along if you tell them you’re Thomas’ brother.”

“I will if I have to, but I need to prove to Mia that she’s full of shit, Izzy. I can’t have this hanging over my head with the fight coming up either.” I moved my neck from side to side, trying to crack it. I gave it a push before hearing the bones crack to relieve some of the pressure.

“What’s your plan?”

“I’m going to pretend I give a flying fuck and ask to take her take me to the doctor with her. I want to be the proud daddy. I’m hoping they can confirm that she isn’t pregnant and that it will at least win some favor with Mia. Hopefully it will get Tammy out of my life once and for all.” I kicked a stone, watching it skip across the back parking lot.

“Could backfire in your face, brother.”

“It’s not my kid even if she is pregnant.”

“It only takes once.” She rolled her eyes like I was a fucking idiot.

“No shit, Sherlock. I used protection every time. She’s grasping at straws.”

“Fine, but when this shit blows up in your face, just remember I told you so.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll remind me every day, baby sister.” I laughed.

“Give it to me,” she said, holding out her hand.

Giving her my phone, I watched as she tapped the screen and within seconds handed it back.

“You really have to show me how to do that,” I said, scrolling through my contacts and stopping on Tammy’s name.

“Nope. I’d miss out on all the good shit if I taught you boys everything.”

“You’re right. I’d give my left nut not to have to deal with your ass sometimes. Thanks though for this.” I wrapped her in my arms, kissing the top of her head.

“Just let me know if you need reinforcements. I know Ma told you you’re not allowed to hit girls, but that rule doesn’t apply to me.” Her smile grew so large it almost touched her eyes. “That’s the bonus of not having a dick and being part of the pussy party.” She laughed, slapping me on the chest.

“You’re my go to chick for an ass beating, Izzy.” I smiled at her. She really could be adorable.

“Go get your shit straightened out. You have a fight to win and I may or may not have something very important bet on the outcome.”

My smiled faded. “You didn’t bet on my fight, did you? Please tell me you at least picked me to win.”

She nodded. “Fuck, yeah. Who else would I pick? You’re going to break that dude’s neck.”

“Only if I can get my mind in the game before that day. My life needs to even out so I can concentrate on one thing at a time.”

“Well, what the hell are you still standing here for? Get.” She shooed me.

“Yes, ma’am.” I saluted her as I walked away.

I reminded myself I had a mission as I sat in the hot car waiting for the air conditioning to kick in. I had a mission. I gave myself a pep talk, psyching myself up. “You can do this. You have to do this. ” I held my breath and hit the call button. My stomach flipped with each ring.

“Michael?” she asked in almost a whisper.

I heard her voice and I had to choke down the bile rising in my throat. “Hey, Tammy.” I almost convinced myself that the hello was sincere.

“Oh my god. I’m so happy to hear your voice, baby. I’ve been waiting for your call.”

I closed my eyes and gripped the steering wheel. “I’m sorry I’ve been a dick. Think you could forgive me?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“You know I love you, Michael. I could never stay mad at you.”

Her voice made my skin crawl. “How’s the baby?” I asked, rolling my eyes.

“Safe and sound. Growing bigger every day,” she replied in a cheery voice. Clearly she was had an entire jar of screws lose in her head.

“I was thinking,” I stopped and gave myself a moment to carefully form my next words. “I was wondering if we could go to the doctor so I can see the baby on the monitor, like an ultrasound. I told my mother and she said it’s the most amazing experience to see the baby in the womb.”

She gasped. “You told your mother?”

“I did. She’s so excited to finally have a grandbaby. I want to show her a picture of our baby. What do you think?” I held my breath. Please be crazy enough not to question my lie.

She sucked in a breath. “Okay, I know a doctor at the hospital that I can call, I guess. Maybe she can get us in,” she said with a shaky voice.

“Tell her it needs to be as soon as possible. I can’t wait any longer and it would make my mom really happy.”

“I’ll try and track her down at the hospital tonight. She may be there when I go into work.”

“Perfect.” I said feeling relieved. “Listen, I gotta run. I’m supposed to be at my brother’s. Text me when you have the details.”

“I will, Michael. I love you.” She drew out the words.

Cue the creepy music from the movie ‘Psycho’.

“Back at ya.” I tapped end, unable to spend another second on the phone listening to her and lying through my teeth.

She deserved the deception.

Chapter 21

MIA

I ignored Michael, his call and text messages, the anger inside me hadn’t waned since I found out about Tammy.

He was the first guy in a long time that I’d let into my life. We weren’t on the fast track down the aisle, but I spent more time with him in the last couple of weeks than I had with any other man in the last few years.

I didn’t drown my sorrows in ice cream and cry myself to sleep. I may have shed a tear or two after the shock wore off, but that’s all Michael Gallo had been worth. I had too much on my plate to walk around all day upset about the shitty end to our relationship.

I did my shifts at the hospital and volunteered more than usual at the clinic. I filled my free time with work and kept my mind off him.

I hadn’t been to the gym to work out since it all exploded in my face. I couldn’t see him; not yet, I didn’t have anything to say to him.

I stood on throbbing feet filling out my last chart, about a child that had arrived via life-flight, before I could head home. She drowned in the family pool and was found by her mother. The little girl had been revived to the point that she was breathing upon arriving in the ER. Brain damage was almost a certainty with the lack of oxygen for an extended period. Talking to the parents was bittersweet. They were happy that their baby had survived, but mortified about the possibility of complications and possibility they’d never have their little girl back.

Every day the hospital chipped out another piece of my heart. Between losing patients, talking with families, and a general feeling of helplessness – I felt broken.

The shell of the person I used to be before I started med school with big dreams and foolish hopes.

“Guess what?” a woman asked in a giddy tone, distracting me from the chart.

I ignored the voice, signing my name and flipped it closed. The outline of a person standing a little too close caught my attention, but I still I ignored her.

“Hey, I’m talking to you,” she said again, not moving.

Hell. I sighed before turning. “What?” I took in the sight of her – Tammy.

My blood turned ice cold as I stared at her smile. An overwhelming urge to claw her eyes out hit me, the fantasy in my mind bringing me a moment of joy.

“Michael and I are back together.” She smirked.

Well, isn’t he quick? She’s as big of an asshole as he is. He’s been texting me since the day I left him in the hall with her and they’re already back together.

“That’s great news. I’m very happy for you,” I gave her my best fake smile. “I’m kind of in a rush. My shift ended and I need to go.”

The smile on her face faded. “I wanted you to know since you were so supportive, but I know there was something going on between you two. When I found you in the hallway it was obvious.” She crossed her arms, taking a defensive stance.

“Nah, we’re just friends. You two are back together and you have a bundle of joy on the way. I’m truly happy for you both.” My cheeks hurt from the smile, still needing to make the bullshit happiness I pretended to feel be a little more believable.

She squinted at me, her mouth set in a firm line. “You slept with him didn’t you?”

I looked her in the eyes as I spoke very slowly. I wasn’t about to jump on the crazy train. “Michael and I are and were nothing. He’s yours.”

“Oh my god, you did. You’re a fucking whore. You’re the reason he broke up with me in the first place, aren’t you?” She bit her lip, gnawing on it, glaring at me.

I could almost see the wheels in her head spinning. Fucking great.

“I’m out. You can talk to Michael about me but I don’t have time for your bullshit, sweetie.” I know I sounded patronizing, but I couldn’t get in a fight with a pregnant woman.

“I’ll have a long conversation with him when we go to the doctor tomorrow for our first visit. He can’t wait to see his baby and show it to his mother.” Her phone rang, distracting her before she could continue.

I took the opportunity to get the hell away from her. “Good luck and congrats,” I said, walking away before she could catch up to me.

“Wait, wait!” she screamed only a few footsteps behind me with her heels clicking on the tile floor.

I stopped in my tracks, closing my eyes. “What?” I asked in a clipped tone.

“I wanted to show you our engagement photo.” She thrust her phone in front of my eyes.

If she had a knife in my chest, she’d turn it, just to make the pain that much worse.

I glanced at the photo and looked away quickly, not wanting it to be thrown in my face more than it already has. Something about the photo was off. “Wait, let me see that again.” I grabbed the phone.

“Look all you want, sweetheart. He’s mine and this time, I’m not letting him go.” She released the phone with a giant ass smile on her face.

Touching the screen, I enlarged the picture. The faces weren’t right. They didn’t match the bodies. I stood there gawking at it until Tammy grabbed it from my fingers.

“He’s so romantic. He proposed at the beach,” she said, staring at the picture.

It was creepy and her mind must be totally twisted. I hadn’t realized until then how entirely off she was and the depths of her craziness.

“It’s a fairytale,” I said. This bitch lives in La La land.

“More than I could’ve ever dreamed of really. He’s mine, all mine.” She hugged the phone, moving her body side to side.

“Yep, all yours.” I smiled. “I really have to go.” I needed to get away from her. “Good luck with your ultrasound,” I called out as I walked away.

I snuck a glance over my shoulder. She stood in the middle of the hall with her hands on her hips glaring at me. Her very presence put me on edge but her delusions told me she was far more dangerous than I imagined. I was the enemy to her.

I wondered if Michael knew about the type of over the top nutty that was his fiancé. I asked the security guard to walk me to my car. I didn’t explain, but I never needed to. I felt a little more at ease as I drove home but I looked in my rearview mirror every few seconds to make sure she wasn’t following me.

Sitting in my driveway I opened my text messages, my finger hovered over Michael’s name and his last message.

Michael: God damn it, Mia. I need you.

My resolve wavered until I thought about Tammy. I wanted no part in their crazy bullshit. I would’ve described him as romantic and an amazing lover, but fuck, there wasn’t a cock in the world worth the hassle.

I wasn’t going to come between them.

My body felt heavy from a long shift on my feet, my mind was in a fog, and my heart ached. A small part of me wanted to see why he needed me, but I convinced myself it was a ploy.

The day had been emotionally draining already without opening my heart to him again and rubbing salt in the wound.

I pulled down the room darkening shades and closed the drapes. I tossed my clothes to the floor before I grabbed a glass of water and my sleeping pills. I needed for this day to be over.

I climbed into bed and closed my eyes, wishing the day away. Sleep didn’t come easy. Every time I drifted off a different nightmare would wake me up. Images of patients and their horrific injuries and the screams of the injured faceless people startled me awake. The last one dealt with Tammy waiting to slice my throat open in my car after work.

The sleeping pills were supposed to help knock my ass out, but tonight, they sure as hell weren’t doing the trick.

I turned on the television, giving up on sleep, and looked through the guide. There had to be something happy to watch to help replace my nightmares. “Sleepless In Seattle” had an hour left and I’d seen it a dozen times. I flipped to the channel and watched with stinging eyes. I needed the happily ever after.

I could recite the lines in the movie verbatim. When they meet on top of the Empire State Building at the end, it always brought me to tears.

I drifted off to thoughts of Sam and Annie.

Chapter 22

MICHAEL

“I hope your ass has been working out, man. Countdown is in single digits. What the fuck have you been doing?” Rob said as I landed another blow.

“I got this, Rob. Shit’s been going on in my personal life that I’ve had to deal with and I’m still dealing with it.” I stretched my shoulders, cracking my neck, readying myself for the next round. My heart hurt more than my muscled ached but I couldn’t stop.

“You need to get everything worked out before the fight. You need your head in the game. An hour here and there will not make you a champion.”

“Oh ye of little faith. I took down ‘The Mauler’ and I sure as fuck can handle ‘The Heat’. One problem will be taken care of today and then I just have to win Mia back,” I said as I grabbed a bottle of water, downing it, before crushing the plastic.

Mia walking away and shutting me out hurt more than any injury I’d even suffered in the cage. She gave me something good and pure to look forward to each day, but it was ripped from me by the devil.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You hooked up with Mia, huh? You’re a lucky son of a bitch.” He shook his head but smiled. “She did ask me about you.”

“When?” I asked feeling hopeful.

“Weeks ago. Wanted to know who you were.” He shrugged.

“Oh. I’d say we more than ‘hooked up’. I really like her, man.”

“Before you grow a pussy, can you at least train while you pour your heart out?”

“I’m done talking, dick. I’m going to make you pay for the pussy comment.”

I spent the next hour doing just that. Cocky bastard talked a good game, but he wasn’t as fast as me. Rob knew the moves; his technical skills couldn’t be beat. He used to be part of the circuit but a nasty injury ended his fighting career.

I took my anger out on him. My jabs, kicks, and takedowns were aimed at him, but in my mind Tammy received each piercing blow. The bitch had crossed the line, making me miserable, and today I would call foul.

“Jesus, that’s the hardest you’ve hit me in a long time, man.” Rob huffed, grabbing his shoulder.

“I don’t have another outlet for my anger. You’re my personal punching bag,” I said, wiping the sweat from my eyes.

“Save some of it for the cage. Heat won’t know what hit’em. Maybe you shouldn’t straighten the shit out first.” He laughed.

“Fuck you, Rob.”

“Kidding, Mike.” He laughed. “Let’s call it a day. Be here tomorrow morning at five. We don’t have a moment to waste.”

I collapsed on the bench, every muscle screaming as I rubbed my thighs. “I’ll be here. Be ready for another ass kicking.” I smirked. I never hit him hard enough to hurt him. I had more power in me than I ever took out on him. “Today I get everything ironed out and I’ll be back on track. My mind will be focused.”

“I hope so. If you want to get another big match like New York, you can’t lose the next one.”

“Shut the fuck up. I got this. I’m not losing. He won’t be an issue.” I pulled the tape off my hands, squeezing them to get the blood to flow to my fingers.

“That’s the type of thinking that’ll get your ass knocked out.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be in my corner?” I looked at Rob as he stood in front of me.

He had a cocky grin on his face; the bastard was trying to get me riled up more than I already was with the Tammy bullshit. “I am. Just reminding you to get your shit straight.”

“Okay, Mom. I gotta go do just that. Now shut the fuck up and get outta my face.”

Putting his hands up, Rob said, “I’m out. I expect a full report tomorrow. Bring some of that piss and vinegar with you for training. We’re sparing for real and I better not be able to take you down or you’re in real trouble.”

Pointing at him, I smiled. “Keep spouting your shit and I’ll make sure you walk into the match with a limp.”

He laughed as he walked away and unlocked the doors. I looked through the glass, trying to will Mia to walk through the door.

“She hasn’t been here in a week. You can stop looking, pussy.”

I didn’t reply. She was avoiding me and it stung more than his words.

* * *

I stared at Tammy as she looked around the exam room. She had a triumphant smile on her face, the excitement oozed off her.

The thought crossed my mind that this could be a huge mistake. What if she really was pregnant? I shook my head, removing the thought, as someone knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Tammy said, looking at door with her hands clasped in her lap, moving her dangling feet.

A heavyset woman with gray hair entered the room. “Good morning, Tammy. How are you feeling today?” she asked as she sat down on the stool next to the exam table.

“I’m doing really great, Dr. Singh.”

Kicking back, I put my hands behind my head to watch it unravel. I wanted to speak, but I figured that if the doctor had a brain she’d figure out Tammy’s scam quickly.

“That’s always nice to hear. How far along do you think you are?” The doctor asked looking down, flipping through the file.

“I’m not sure. Not too far.” She fidgeted with her hands, looking down.

“You said the pregnancy was confirmed though, right?”

“Yes, my family doctor confirmed it, but Michael,” she looked to me and back to Dr. Singh, “he’s the dad and wanted to get an ultra sound picture as soon as possible.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Michael.” She nodded her head at me and smiled.

“You too, Doc. I want to know when the bundle of joy will be entering our lives.” I couldn’t just come right out and say I didn’t believe a word that came out of Tammy’s mouth, at least not in front of her anyway.

“We’ll let’s see if we can get you a photo and determine a due date for you.”

“Is it too early for that?” Tammy looked worried, but I honestly think she’s too nuts to really grasp the enormity of what was about to happen.

“No, I can see the stage of development and can give you an educated guess. Depends how far along you are, sweetie.” Dr. Singh patted Tammy’s leg.

“I can’t thank you enough for doing this so quickly. I know how busy you are,” Tammy said with a smile.

“I always try and help out the hospital staff the best I can. You’re lucky I had a cancellation.”

I was bored with their chitchat to the point I had started to become annoyed. “Ladies, I don’t mean to be a jerk, but I’m on pins and needles here.” I rubbed my neck and tried to calm myself down.

“I know you’re both excited. Lean back, Tammy and lift your shirt.” Dr. Singh said pulling over the ultra sound equipment. She grabbed a paper cover-up, tucking it in Tammy’s pants, pulling them down to expose her belly. She squirted blue liquid on her stomach as Tammy began to laugh.

“I know it feels funny, but at least it’s warm. Now let’s see what we have here.”

Swallowing hard, I moved to the edge of the seat. My legs began to shake as my stomach felt like someone was inside beating the fuck out of it.

The wand glided across her stomach as the doctor stared at the screen. She leaned forward and stared before moving the wand a bit.

I had no idea what the hell I was looking for but it didn’t stop me from trying.

“That’s strange,” Dr. Singh said as her face almost pressed against the black and white screen.

“What’s wrong?” Tammy looked panic as she bit her lip, sitting up on her elbows.

“I don’t see anything.” Dr. Singh moved the wand again and squinted at the monitor.

The angels began to sign in my head and I felt vindicated as relief flooded my body.

“Wait,” Dr. Singh said.

Fuck, no way did something magically appear.

My heart stopped and every ounce of air left my lungs.

“False alarm,” she said, frowning.

Jesus fucking Christ, she almost gave me a heart attack. I started to breathe again, almost dizzy being on the verge of a panic attack.

“Tammy, I don’t see an embryo, sweetie. Are you sure you were pregnant?”

“What do you mean were?” Tammy’s mouth hung open.

“I don’t see anything at all.” The doctor shook her head and looked at me with sad eyes.

I wanted to fist bump her, not cry.

“I lost the baby?” Tammy’s lips began to quiver and her eyes glistened.

The crazy bitch actually was an amazing actress. I’d give her a fucking Oscar.

“I can’t say that you were ever pregnant, but if you were, then yes, I’m sorry.” Dr. Singh said as she put the wand in the holder.

Every muscle in my body relaxed and I felt exhausted as I watched the doctor wipe Tammy’s abdomen.

“I can’t believe it,” Tammy whispered as she wiped away tears.

“You can try again. This is common in the first trimester.” Dr. Singh was trying to be supportive but I’d bet money based on her facial expression that she didn’t think there ever was a baby. “Sometimes tests can be wrong, sweetie.”

“Stop calling me that!” Tammy yelled, covering her ears.

Enter psycho Tammy.

“You’re lying about my baby.” Her hands fell to her stomach as she cradled herself. “He’s in there.” She caressed her stomach.

Dr. Singh looked stupefied. I’m sure she was used to a bit of crazy dealing with hormonal pregnant women all the time, but Tammy was her own special brand.

“You can always get a second opinion.” The doctor rubbed her head before she started to scribble in the file.

I sat there, not wanting to cause a scene in the doctor’s office by confronting Tammy with her lie.

“I will. You obviously don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The doctor’s eyebrows shot up. She saw the crazy. Recognized Tammy for who she really was – coo coo.

“It’s your right as a patient,” the doctor said, trying to calm the situation.

Tammy jumped off the table, adjusting her pants as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Let’s get the fuck out of here, Michael. I need to find a real doctor.” She glared at Dr. Singh.

The doctor looked at me dumbfounded. “I’m sorry,” she said with a halfhearted smile.

I shrugged and tried to hide my smile. “Don’t worry about it, Doctor. It’s not your fault.”

“What the fuck? Yes, it is. She’s lying to us, Michael.” All the tears on her face had disappeared, replaced by cold-blooded hatred.

“Let’s go, Tammy. Let’s get you out of here.” I held my hand out to her as I bit my lip.

No one spoke as we walked out of the room. Tammy walked right by the checkout desk before bursting into the waiting room. “She’s a fraud,” she yelled at the room full of women with swollen bellies.

“Shh,” I said as I clamped my hand around her mouth from behind. “Save it for outside,” I whispered in her ear.

I kept my hand on her mouth as we left the doctor’s office.

As soon as we made it outside, she yelled. “I can’t believe her. There’s a baby in my belly.” She rubbed her stomach and stared at her hands.

“Let’s just get you home.” I wanted to drop her off and immediately file for a restraining order. My suspicions were correct and it was time to put Tammy in the past.

“Will you stay and hold me?” She looked at me with wide eyes, clinging to my shirt.

“I will.” I hated lying, but with Tammy it was easy. I didn’t flinch with my words. “Come on, get in. I’ll stay as long as you need,” I said as I opened the door, holding it open.

She gave me a weak smile as I closed the door and fought every instinct I had to run. After I climbed in, she curled up to me. She held my arm as I drove and I didn’t look at her or return her touch. We drove in silence.

“You’re coming in, right?” She looked up from my shoulder with a meek smile on her face as I pulled in her driveway.

“Yes.” I wasn’t going to fucking cuddle either. This time I wouldn’t leave her house without the scrapbook safely in my possession. “Let’s get you into bed so you can rest.”

Her smile grew wide as she looked into my eyes. “I can’t think of anything that would make me happier, Michael.” She climbed out of the car and waited for me.

Holding my arm, she opened the front door.

“Go get ready and I’ll be right in. I’m going to make us some tea,” I said, wanting her to go away.

“Oh, okay,” she said as she stood on her tiptoes, kissing my cheek.

“Take your time, put something comfy on, and I’ll meet you in bed.”

She walked away with a giant smile on her face, looking back at me before disappearing inside her bedroom.

I turned on the water, to hide any noise, before I looked through the living room.

Where the fuck was the scrapbook? It wasn’t on the coffee table like it had been the last time I was here. I started to panic, my heart pounded and sweat beaded on my brow. I needed to find it and get the fuck out of here.

As I walked by her television I spotted it. Victory was mine. I grabbed it and tucked it under my arm.

Turning off the water, I stood in the kitchen, out of her line of sight from the hallway. “You okay in there?” I called out to her.

“Yeah, I’m going to jump in the shower to freshen up. Okay, baby?” she replied from the bedroom.

“Go ahead. I’m just finishing up with the tea. I’ll be waiting for you.”

“I’m hurrying,” she yelled.

As the shower turned on, I waited, listening for her to climb inside. I left the house as quiet as humanly possible before jumping in my truck and breathing a sigh of relief.

I could only imagine the scene when she walked out and didn’t see me there. She wasn’t my issue to deal with anymore; it was for the law to handle.

First stop would be Izzy to put the block back on my phone and then to George. I needed to sign the restraining order and have it executed.

Mia was the next thing to resolve.

I had to get her back.

She was the one prize I couldn’t lose.

Chapter 23

MIA

I stared out of the sliding glass doors that led out to my lanai, sipping a cup of coffee. I inhaled the sweet scent as I watched the palm trees sway in the summer breeze. I needed to blow off some steam. Running was the best option but out of the question in the blazing sun and humid air. Even early in the morning, the humidity outside was enough to make your hair instantly frizz and your skin damp within seconds.

I tapped my coffee cup with my finger and weighed my options. Pass out from running outside or head to the gym and possibly run into Michael. Why can’t my life be simple anymore?

A pounding on the door made me jump and spill my coffee.

“Fuck,” I muttered, wiping my hands on a napkin. Nothing like a peaceful morning ruined by a Mormon searching for a new convert.

I trudged to the door, annoyed with the interruption. Instead of a gaggle of religious people, Michael stood there with a package tucked under his arm, looking really pissed off when I opened it.

My heart hammered wanting to burst through my chest.

“Mia,” he said, holding the doorframe.

“What do you want, Michael? Haven’t I made it clear that I don’t want to see you?”

He closed his eyes, letting go of the doorframe and taking a step forward. “I can’t let you shut me out.” He shook his head as he opened his eyes.

“It’s not your decision to make.” Crossing my arms, I didn’t let a bit of weakness show through. That’s the problem with men – they want control and I wasn’t used to giving it up.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered as the hardness in his face melted away. “I need to talk to you.”

I didn’t move. “We’re talking. Say what you need to say and go.”

I had to stay strong when all I wanted to do was jump in his arms and make up. I wanted to erase the last week. I needed to be strong. I’d never play second fiddle to anyone.

“Can’t I come in?” He straightened, taking another step forward.

I held out my arm, stopping him. “Here will do.”

He balled his hands into fists as he stared at his feet. “First, Tammy is not pregnant. I had that confirmed yesterday by a doctor.” He paused.

I took that opportunity to jump in. “That’s lucky for you. I ran into Tammy yesterday and she told me you two were going to get an ultrasound.” His eyes widened as I spoke. “I was also told that you’re very much back together and happier than ever.”

“We are not back together. I spent yesterday afternoon filing a restraining order against her.” My stomach filled with butterflies as he reached to touch my arm, but he pulled away at the last second. “I needed her to trust me to prove she wasn’t carrying my baby. She’s nothing to me,” he pleaded with me.

“Are you so careless with women, Michael? We’re here to be used.”

He stiffened and glared at me. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? I’ve never used you. I did nothing to make you feel that way, Mia.”

“I felt dirty in the hallway of the hospital when Tammy flashed her ring in my face. I felt used and worthless. No one has ever made me feel that way.” I choked back the tears that wanted to escape. “I’ve never allowed anyone to make me feel that way until you came into my life.” Shaking my head, my shoulders fell.

“Mia, sweetheart,” he said tenderly. He touched my arm and the electricity passed between us. The snap, crackle, pop. The spark hadn’t died no matter how hard I tried to smother it.

“Tammy’s not in my life. I never promised her a relationship or a forever and I never asked the crazy woman to marry me. You have to believe me.” He rested his hand against my cheek and I wanted to melt into his touch, but I didn’t.

“I want to, Michael. I really do.” I looked into his soft caramel eyes and felt his sorrow. It was like a punch to the gut. “How do I know it’s really over between the two of you?”

“My lawyer is taking care of it.”

“Sometimes the law can’t stop someone like her. It’s a can of worms I’m not sure I can handle right now. I have enough shit happening in my life without looking over my shoulder all the time.”

“I’ll protect you.” He smiled.

It was megawatt and amazing. It sent a thrill through me that he wanted me so badly, but could I willingly lay myself out for this man?

He grabbed my chin, bringing my eyes to his. “Don’t throw what we have away, Mia. There’s something that brought us together. I feel like I’ve known you forever and I don’t want to be without that feeling. I can’t lose you.”

I felt at home in his arms and truly at peace when he entered my life. I closed my eyes to break the connection. The enormity of the moment sunk in as I opened them. “I don’t know,” I said, staring at his chest. He’d be able to see my vulnerability if I looked at him.

“How can you deny what’s between us, Mia?” His soft lips touched mine and I couldn’t pull away. I leaned into him, inhaling the soft musky scent that was purely Michael. “We have something here that can’t be denied,” he said against my lips.

“Michael.” Before I could finish the statement, his mouth enveloped mine effectively shutting me up.

He wrapped his arms around me. The touch that I had missed for days almost brought me to my knees. Pushing me into the house, he kicked the door closed behind us. I couldn’t deny him any longer. I couldn’t lie to myself and say what we had wasn’t magical in some way.

I pulled away and stared into his eyes. “Only me?” I asked. I needed the affirmation that I was it for him. I wouldn’t be in competition with anyone else for his love and affection. I’d never let myself be that girl.

“No one else,” he said before capturing my mouth.

The sound of his breath as he devoured my lips sent an electric pulse through my body. I loved everything about this man down to the small noises he made when we kissed.

“I’m scared, Michael,” I whispered as he broke the kiss.

“Of what?”

“You.” I sucked in a breath.

He held me at arm’s length. “Mia,” he said, lifting my chin. “I won’t break your heart. For the first time in my life, I’ve found something worth fighting for, someone more important than me.” His eyes searched mine. “Give me a chance to prove it. I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy.”

“How do I know I can trust you? I want to believe you, but what if I was the other woman, Michael. I can’t just pretend like nothing happened without knowing for sure.” I stared into his eyes.

“I have proof. I brought this to show you.” He held out the large brown envelope.

“Was is it?” I asked, not sure I wanted to open it.

“Just look. I want you to see Tammy for who she really is. My statement to the police is in there along with evidence and screen shots of her text messages. She never mentioned a baby, Mia. She lied and tried to trap me.” He pushed the envelope forward into my hands.

I walked to the couch and set it on the coffee table. Michael sat next to me, not speaking, as he watched me. I removed the contents one by one. A book and a couple sheets on paper were inside. Setting the book on the table I grabbed the papers and flipped through them.

I read the text messages first paying close attention to the timestamp. Not one said anything about a baby, just Tammy begging him to come back to her. The messages went from pleading to downright mean and threatening. The conversation was entirely one sided. They were all from before we met. He had ended it with her. I wasn’t the other woman.

“What’s this?” I asked. holding the black book in my hand.

“Take a look. It’s an eye opener for sure. Tammy made it.”

I nodded, opening the cover to reveal the first page. It read Michael & Tammy Gallo with a picture of them on their wedding day. Only it wasn’t them. I started laughing.

“I told ya,” he said, running his fingers across my hand.

“No, it’s just...” I tried to stop laughing. “She showed me a picture like this but an engagement photo.”

“Just great.” He reached for the book.

I batted his hand away. “I’m not done,” I said, as I turned the page.

“Knock yourself out. It gets more bizarre the deeper you go.” He leaned back and relaxed.

The engagement photo she showed me was next, followed by a series of wedding shots. When I came to a page filled with children I stopped and the laughter I fought so hard to stop bubbled to the surface.

“Madelyn Gallo,” I said, still laughing as tears formed in my eyes.

“Don’t forget about Mason,” he said sitting up. “She picked out all the names.” He smiled.

“She’s seriously a whack job.” I shook my head still stunned by her audacity. “Didn’t you know she was this nuts before you slept with her?”

“We were never a couple. I didn’t figure it out until I found the book. I walked out of her house that day and never looked back.” He rubbed my arm and grabbed my chin. “Mia, I never lied to you. Not about Tammy or anything.”

I searched his eyes. With all the information and the sincerity on his face, I knew he spoke the truth. “I believe you, Michael.”

“About damn time,” he said, moving to kiss me.

“I’m still mad at you,” I mumbled against his lips.

Pulling away, he rested his forehead against mine. “Take it out on me in the bed, Mia. I can’t wait another minute to feel you under me.”

“Wait,” I said, pushing him away.

His smile evaporated. “What?”

“I said I believed you, not that I’d have sex with you.” I shook my head and tried to make the statement believable. All I wanted to do was make love to the man and fall asleep in his arms. I missed his body against mine as I slept.

He gave me a cocky grin, the one that I loved. “Are you mine, Mia?” he asked, the corner of his mouth twitching.

“I haven’t decided,” I lied. There was nothing that I wanted more than to be his.

“Let me help you with that decision,” he laughed, as he picked me up and hoisted me over his shoulder.

I laughed, swatting his ass so hard my hand stung.

“That’s it baby, I like it rough,” he chuckled as he walked toward my bedroom.

I bounced on his back, biting his shoulder blade, smacking him again.

“Damn,” he said as he spanked my ass twice, making me yelp. “I’d say we both have some emotions that needs to come out. I’m going to fuck every bit of pissed off out of you and show you who you belong to.”

“I wanna see you try,” I said, giggling.

He threw me on the bed and all the air left my lungs as I hit the firm mattress with a bounce. He looked large and imposing standing at the foot of my bed. His shoulders were broad and the muscles in his neck were corded tightly. The t-shirt stretched across his torso and looked like it would rip with the slightest movement. His brown hair lay across his forehead in a mess. He looked delicious and more handsome than ever.

“I’m up for a challenge,” he said with a smile, as he removed his t-shirt.

Fuck, he really was beautiful. I sat up on my elbows and watched him undress. Every movement made his muscles stretched and contracted. He wasn’t wasting a moment or doing a seductive strip tease. I needed to feel him.

This wouldn’t be love making or rekindling – this was anger banging.

He pushed me back against the bed, opening the tie of my robe. He pushed it open exposing my nightie. “Still mad?” he asked, his hands gliding across the cool silk on my abdomen.

“Yes.” Damn, my voice wasn’t strong. I knew he didn’t hear the conviction behind my words.

He sat on his knees, grabbing the material with both hands. His palms slid effortlessly against the smooth nightie. His hands stopped just under my breasts before making the journey back down to my bare thighs. He grabbed the bottom of the nightie, pulling it from the middle and tore it in half.

“Michael,” I yelled. The air conditioning caressed my skin and goose bumps covered my flesh.

He laughed. “Quicker this way.”

“I could’ve just taken it off, for fuck's sake.”

“That was for fuck's sake, Mia. I’m sick of waiting. It’s been days since I’ve been inside you.”

I hit him square in the chest as he leaned over my body. Why do men have to destroy shit in the name of passion?

“Oh, yeah. Just like that. I like a little fight in you.” His eyes turned dark.

“I hate you.” I glared at him.

“No you don’t,” he said, as his mouth clamped down on my nipple.

I arched my back, crying out in ecstasy.

He moaned against my trapped breast causing a vibration to skate across my skin. My core to pulsated as I pushed him. “Don’t fight it, you know you want it, Doc.”

I sighed, lying back to enjoy the feel of his lips on my skin, because I did want it. I ran my fingers through his hair before gripping it tightly in my fists. I held his mouth in place as tiny shocks shot through my body. The familiar ache between my legs became almost unbearable. I dug my heels into his ass and ground myself against him.

He tried to lift his head, but I pushed it harder against my chest, almost smothering him. I could feel his laughter against my torso as his body shook in my grasp. “Put your cock in me,” I said, releasing my heels, to give him the ability to move his lower half. I felt powerful even if it was a roués. He could over power me in a minute, but he let me play the game.

His lips popped off my skin and he looked into my eyes. “Don’t you want to kiss a little first?”

“This isn’t love making, Michael. You’re fucking me. Put it in or get the fuck out.” I sounded harsh and strong and it sent a thrill through me.

His eyebrows shot up, a small smirk his lips. “That’s fuckin’ hot, Doc.”

“Shut the fuck up and do it.” I kicked him in the ass.

“I love when you talk dirty to me. It makes me rock fuckin’ hard,” he said, as he reached down and fisted his cock before rubbing it against me.

“Stop!” I yelled, frozen in place. “Get a condom from my nightstand.”

“‘Put it in. Stop. Any other commands?” he asked, as he reached for the drawer, to grab a condom.

“You forgot shut the fuck up.” I laughed. I don’t know what got into me, but I liked it.

“Kinda rough on me, aren’t you?” he asked, as he unrolled the condom, paying careful attention to his piercings.

“I’m just getting started, big boy.”

“You just made my balls tingle,” he said, as he nestled between my legs. Hooking his arms under my thighs, he pulled my body to his. “Let’s get one thing straight, Doc, I’m in charge here,” he said as he stroked the tip of his shaft against me. “This is my pussy.” He smacked my clit with the head.

“I don’t see your name on it,” I said, winded from the sting.

“It will be, but for now, possession is nine-tenths of the law,” he said, as he rammed his cock into me in one quick thrust.

My back arched as he pulled out and pushed back in with greater force. I wouldn’t have described him as gentle the other times we’d been together, but this was rough and raw.

With the next thrust I smacked him in the face. He flinched, stopping to stare at me through slit eyes. “What the fuck was that for?”

“What you put me through.”

His eyes searched mine for a moment before he pounded into me again.

I smacked him harder but this time he didn’t flinch. “For not being straight with me,” I said quickly before he could ask.

His eyes grew dark as his mouth set in a firm line. He pummeled me and I swung again, but he captured my hand. “You got two free shots, no more.” Leaning forward with my wrists in his grasp, he held them above my head.

I fought to free myself, bucking against him. His muscles contracted with each thrust and the sight of him alone could have me on edge. I bit my lip to quiet the moans that I wasn’t ready to give to him.

Beads of sweat formed across his skin as he pounded into me.

He released my hands and I grabbed his biceps, curling my fingers around the thick muscles. Using my grip to push myself against him, I met his thrusts, our bodies slamming against each other. My body bounced off him and the pressure of his cock hitting my depths drove me closer to the brink.

Our bodies collided, the impact hard enough to cause the headboard to hit the wall with a loud thud. I planted my feet into the mattress, using them to steady myself as I continued to push into him. It only took a few more thrust before my body tightened and I spiraled into the most glorious orgasm of my life.

It wasn’t the body-tingling orgasm that I’d experienced. This was earth shattering – life changing, no one else would ever compare.

Colors burst behind my eyelids as I rode the wave of ecstasy until I gasped for air through blurry eyes.

Michael wrapped his arms around me, cradling me against his chest as he cried out in his own rapture. He twitched and his body shook in waves.

Releasing my body from his arms, he held himself above me. “Jesus Christ,” he huffed out before shaking his head. “That was amazing. Fuck, I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

I didn’t reply. My mind was muddled from the bliss it had just experienced. He rested his forehead against mine; his harsh breath skidded across my skin. “Getting you pissed off has its advantages.”

Not in a million years did I think we’d be in this situation when I sat there staring out the window sipping my coffee. I figured I was through with Michael Gallo, but after a kiss and mind-blowing sex, the craving was back worse than ever.

My vision blurred as I thought about all we’d been through the last couple of days. I didn’t think the Tammy situation was over, but Michael said he’d handle her. I had no doubt in his abilities, but her craziness couldn’t be planned for. She was the most dangerous form of opponent.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, as he turned over stretching out across the bed. He slid his hand under my body pulling me to him.

“I don’t know what to think.” I snuggled into him and let the tears flow.

“Hey, hey. Don’t cry. I know it was good, but I’ve never brought a girl to tears before.”

“You ass,” I said, smacking his chest. “I’m scared, Michael.”

“Of what?”

“You, Tammy, this,” I said, waving my hand over his body.

“Don’t worry about Tammy. She’s being dealt with. Don’t be scared of me or us. We got off track, thrown off by a person nuttier than a Snickers bar.”

I bit my lip to stifle a laugh. “You have such a way with words.” I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I laughed and buried my face in his side.

“Well, how would you describe her?”

I looked up at him and the tears of worry turned to those of uncontrollable laughter. “You hit the nail right on the head.”

“That’s enough about her. Let me just enjoy the feel of you in my arms. No more talking, Doc.”

I snuggled into his side and closed my eyes. I’ve never slept so contently as I had when I was in his arms. Closing my eyes, I let his warmth and steady breathing lull me to sleep.

Chapter 24

MICHAEL

I stroked her arm until her breathing deepened and soft snores fell from her lips. I didn’t know if I should be proud or a little disturbed at how easily she slept in my arms. I’d do anything to keep Mia in my life and make her happy. I wasn’t anywhere near ready to get down on one knee and propose or whisper the words ‘I love you’ in her ear, but I cared for Mia and didn’t want to be without her.

I slept for a short time and watched her sleep after I woke. She had small faint freckles on her sun-kissed cheeks. Her eyes brows were thick and dark but neatly groomed. Her nose fit her face and had a delicate narrow shape. Her lips were luscious and thick and were made for kissing. The filthy things she said to me this morning almost made my heart stop. All blood in my body went to my dick as she smacked me around a little.

“Hey,” she said in a drowsy voice.

“Sleep well?”

“Like a rock.” She yawned and nuzzled her cheek against my pec.

“What do you want to do today, Mia? I want to spend the day with you.” I brushed the hair from her eyes.

“I’m going to the clinic for a couple hours this afternoon.”

“Can I come?”

She looked at me and smiled. “Yes, but it won’t be a happy day. Have you ever noticed the real poor people in this area?”

“I have seen the homeless people on the corners.”

“They’re the tip of the iceberg, Michael. It’s the ones that you don’t see that are the most heartbreaking. The little kids that come in dirty and in need of basic medical care.”

“If it’s that sad, why do you do it? Why not just stick to the ER?”

“It’s rewarding and I feel I’m making a difference. The ER has its own type of rewards but mostly it’s filled with sadness.” She sighed as she rolled out of my arms. She sat up, pulling her knees against her chest. “They’re both sad really, but the ER is filled with despair. It sucks the life out of me. Every time I have to tell a family that we were unable to save their loved one, a small piece of me dies, Michael.” Tears formed in her eyes and she laid her head on her knees. “I feel absolutely helpless when I try to save a life and fail. When I try to sleep I can still hear the patients screaming in pain or the anguish of the families as I break the news to them. It doesn’t leave you. Ever.” She wiped her cheeks and sniffled.

I sat up running my fingers across her damp cheeks. “Why don’t find a way to you work at the clinic then?”

“There’s no money; it’s all volunteers. I’d love to be there full-time and make it my mission to bring the best medical care to the people of the area, but we don’t have the funding. I get meds from the pharmaceutical reps that visit the hospital and we all chip in as much as possible to pay the salary for the receptionist and rent. We get some money from the state and county, but it’s minimal, laughable actually.”

“Maybe my family could help. What would you guys need to fund the clinic?” I pulled her in my lap and wrapped my arms around her.

“I don’t even know. I haven’t looked at the books.” She sagged against me, resting her head on my shoulder.

I kissed her shoulder. “You give me a figure and I’ll see what I can do to make it happen.”

“What is it exactly that your family does to have all this money, Michael? I’m all for charity, but if it came by criminal means then I’d have to decline.”

“You mean like the mob?” I laughed. Stereotyping at its finest.

She turned her head, looking me in the eyes without smiling. “Ah, yeah. I couldn’t take dirty money.” She shook her head.

“You just made my day.” I laughed, squeezing her tightly. “Totally stereotyping, but funny as hell, Mia.” I held her chin in my grasp and kissed her on the lips. “We own a vineyard in Italy. It’s been in our family for generations.”

“Why do you work at the tattoo shop and fight then? You could just sit at home all day.”

“My parents didn’t raise us to be lazy. We were taught to work and be appreciative of what we have. I fight for the fun and challenge. The shop feels more like a hobby than a real job.”

“I get it. I couldn’t sit on my ass all day either.”

“I think I could get my parents to chip in to help the clinic too. My mom is a sucker for a child in need. I’ll talk with her.”

She turned in my lap and the friction against my dick made it start to harden. She held my cheeks in her small hands and stared in my eyes. All the craziness of the past week had vanished.

All that mattered in this moment was us.

“You have a big heart under that Superman exterior, Michael. You’re a big softy.” Her fingertips rubbed against the five o’clock shadow on my face and I could feel every hair move under her touch.

“Don’t tell anyone. You’ll ruin my image.” I laughed. “What’s pressing against your ass isn’t soft.”

She giggled as she rested her forehead against mine. “It’ll have to wait until we get done at the clinic. There are needy people waiting for me.”

“I’m needy,” I said, as my dick twitched against her ass. ”Real needy.”

“You’re horny, there’s a difference.” She smacked my shoulder.

Her smile made my heart ache. I’d do whatever I could to help her make her dream of working at the clinic full-time a reality. She deserved to have that smile every day.

“Tell that to my cock.” I took the opportunity to kiss her neck as she tipped it back, laughing. Her heartbeat thundered against my lips as I inhaled the sweet vanilla scent.

God, I wanted to eat her.

“Remember, I have a needle for that problem.”

“You and the fuckin’ needle, woman.” I pushed her off me. “Get up, let’s go or I’m not letting you out of this bed all day.”

She snickered as she climbed off the bed and walked into the bathroom.

It felt like we hadn’t missed a day together. The air between us had been cleared and Tammy was an inconsequential part of the past. I climbed off the bed and threw on my t-shirt and shorts and went into the kitchen to wait for her.

I helped myself to a cup of coffee since I knew she’d take more than a few minutes to get ready. Her cheeks had been tear-stained and her hair had that ‘I just got fucked look’. I called the one person I knew would be interested in helping me make Mia’s dream a reality.

“Hey, Ma,” I said, and sipped the black velvety liquid.

“Hey, baby. How are you?”

“I’m great, actually. I’m over at Mia’s and I think we patched things up.”

“Hmm,” she said with a small laugh. “You’re a big boy.”

“That’s what she said, Ma.” I chuckled at my wittiness.

Her laughter grew loud until there was silence and static. She must have covered the phone so I wouldn’t hear her giggling. “Son, there are things a mother doesn’t need to hear and I changed your diapers so, I know. That poor girl.”

“Alright, enough about that. I know we’re pals, Ma, but I called you for a reason.” I sat down, placing my cup on the table and stared at her neatly manicured yard.

“What is it, baby?”

I explained to my mother the work that Mia did at the clinic. I shared all the information I knew and told her about Mia’s dream to work there full-time and help the people in the area.

“What do they need?” she asked without hesitation.

“Money.”

“I know that.” She laughed. “How much?”

“I don’t know. They get some funding from the government, but not enough. The doctors that volunteer help pay the rent and they get some medicines for free.”

“Find out all the details and come see your father and me. I’m sure we can work something out. I’d love to help any way I can.”

“Thanks, Ma. I’m going to spend the day there snooping around and I’ll stop over when I get a chance.”

“Hey, how’s the training coming? Your fight is soon.” She sighed into the phone. I know she hated the violence and could never understand why I chose to enter the cage.

“Really good and now that Mia and I patched things up, I can finally focus on kicking that guy’s ass.”

“Make sure you stay focused. I don’t want to see my baby hurt.”

“I’m like a brick wall, Ma.”

“Don’t be too cocky, son. Your father is calling me. He wants a cup of coffee. He’s lucky I love him.”

I wanted a love like theirs – long lasting and unbreakable.

“You’d go pick the beans if he asked just to make that man happy.”

“Let’s not give him any ideas, Michael. Call me later, okay?”

“Love ya. I’ll talk to you tonight.”

“Love you, too.”

Mia wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing my cheek. “That better have been your mother or I’m getting that needle ready as soon as we get there.”

I grabbed her hands and leaned into her kiss. “It was. You’re dying to stick a needle in my dick, aren’t you.” I laughed.

“Just remember that it’s always an option.” She laughed against my ear and I closed my eyes and let the happiness sink in.

I stood, grabbing my keys off the counter. “Let’s go, Dr. Jekyll. I’m driving.”

“We can take my car.” She stayed by the table.

“Nope, I’m the man, so I drive.” I opened the door and waited for her.

As she walked by me she said, “Let’s not start the macho bullshit.”

“My dad drives my mom around all the time. I just grew up with some beliefs. Let’s not kill them yet. You relax and talk and I’ll be your chauffer.”

She sighed but nodded. I opened the truck door for her and waited for her to get situated before I closed her in and jogged around to my side. Her eyes were glued to me as I made my way around the truck.

“You really have the chivalry thing down,” she said as I sat.

“It’s one thing my ma always taught me. How to be a gentleman when necessary.”

We held hands and listened to music, stopping on the song ‘Happy’ by Pharrell to sing along. How could I not shout the words at the top of my lungs?

“Is this it?” I asked, as I pulled into the parking lot.

“Yep, I know it’s not pretty but it gets the job done.” She shrugged.

“Yeah. This place doesn’t look like much, Doc.”

“I know. The people that come here deserve better.”

“I hope you don’t pay a lot in rent.” I stared at the old brick façade. A tiny sign that read GS Health Clinic hung above the door but the average person driving by would miss it entirely.

“No, we rent the space for pretty cheap. The owner gives us a deal because he likes what we do.”

“Does the inside look any better?”

“It’s old but clean. We spend the money we have on rent and supplies.”

“Let’s get inside. I want to check it out.” There wasn’t an open spot in the parking lot and that told me that there was a need for this clinic.

“How do you know the people really can’t afford medical care?”

“They have to bring in their government assistance paperwork and proof that they’ve been denied Medicaid.”

“Seems fair and keeps it legit.” I followed Mia into the building and a bustling waiting room. People of all ages and races sat patiently in the space.

Mia stopped and smiled at the woman behind the desk. “Cammie, this is Michael. He’s going to hang out here today.”

Cammie looked at me with the warmest smile on her face as she held out her hand. “It’s always nice to have an extra set of hands around. Especially ones as big and strong as yours.” She laughed as she stroked my fingers.

“I’m all yours,” I said, as I looked at Mia.

The stress that was clearly evident on her face at the hospital was gone. Her demeanor at the clinic was different… she was radiant.

“You just offered yourself up to the devil,” Mia said, laughing.

“I can handle her,” I said, winking at Cammie.

Her face flushed before she cleared her throat. “We have a full house today. Lots to do, Mia. You leave this hunk in my hands, child.”

Mia picked up the schedule and studied it before she replied, “He’s all yours. I know you’ll take good care of him.”

“Hmm mmm,” Cammie said.

Mia kissed my cheek and started to walk away. “You’re just going to leave me here?”

“You’ll be just fine. Cammie knows the most about the clinic. Pick her brain if you want to know about the finances.”

“Okay, I’ll be waiting for you, Doc.” I patted her ass before she stepped out of reach.

“One second,” Cammie said, as she held her finger up. “Mr. Johnson,” she called into the waiting room.

Leaning against the desk, I watched Cammie interact with the patients. She had a way with people, making them feel important. She was the beating heart of the clinic. She’d be my link to getting this place on track and keeping it running like a well-oiled machine.

“So, what can I help you with, Michael?” Cammie asked as she swiveled her chair in my direction.

“I want to talk about funding, Cammie. I want to help the clinic financially and see about having Mia here full-time. She loves this place.”

She clapped her hands. “Wow, I think I just fell in love with you. If Mia wasn’t my girl, I’d snatch you from her.”

I laughed at the ease at which she spoke to me.

“You know anything about accounting, handsome?” She winked.

“I do. I have a business and I do the books.”

“Perfect. I’ll let you in the office and you can take a look. It may be easier and quicker than if I told you everything. We’re so busy today that I couldn’t give you my full attention no matter how badly I wanted to.”

“That would be fine, Cammie. I can see what’s going on and how I can help.”

She showed me to a tiny office in the back. I could hear Mia speaking with a patient in the next room. The words were muffled but it was her voice. Cammie had the office organized and the files up to date, which made the task of determining their financial need easier.

They had a couple thousand dollars in the bank and Cammie said that rent was the biggest expense. The place needed to be rehabbed from the inside out.

I searched the filing cabinet for the rental agreement. They paid a thousand a month, which was cheap for retail space. I made a list of needs with an estimated cost to get the place in check with some extra financial padding. The first step would be purchasing the building and the land it sat on, then giving the place a facelift.

It certainly was doable and wouldn’t take much financially to make this a stable non-profit that wouldn’t have to scrape by to make ends meet.

Rubbing my eyes, the door opened and Mia walked in. “How’s it going in here?” she asked, wrapping her arms around my neck and settling in my lap.

“Good. I have a plan and just spoke to my Ma and the landlord.”

“Oh?”

“We’re going to make it happen, Mia. I already have the wheels in motion.” I leaned back in the chair, lifting her to move with me.

“You don’t waste any time, do you?” She rubbed her nose against the tender skin of my neck and inhaled.

I cupped her ass and squeezed. “You’re going to owe me something big for all this.”

“What do you want?” She smirked.

“I’m going to think long and hard about that before giving you a definitive answer.”

“You do that. I just wanted to say hi. I have to go, there are a bunch of people out there waiting to be seen.” She patted my shoulder before trying to climb off my lap.

I pulled her back down, running my lips down her jaw. “I want some sugar first.”

She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Only a kiss.”

“What else would I mean?”

The kiss was soft and sweet. I smiled as she winked at me before walking out the door.

I spent the afternoon jotting down notes, making lists, and calling everyone I knew to help make this place the best it could be. It would be Mia’s dream and her little bit of serenity.

Chapter 25

MIA

It was finally the night – Michael’s MMA match.

I wanted to look stunning.

Picking through my closet, I found my favorite black pencil skirt, a white cami and my kick ass Jessica Simpson peep toe heels. I spent extra time on my makeup and straightened my hair.

I felt tense as I drove to the arena to see him before his fight. I sat in the car for a few minutes to calm my nerves before I made my way to the doors. My stomach gurgled as I followed the extra tall security guard through the backstage area to a door that read “Michael ‘The Iceman’ Gallo.”

After knocking on the door, I smoothed my skirt, wiping my hands against the soft material. My legs were wobbly as I waited for someone to open the door.

Why in the hell was I so nervous? I didn’t like the thought of Michael fighting another man, but my stress level was high enough that someone would think that it would be me stepping in the cage.

The door cracked opened and Rob smiled. “Hey, Mia,” he said, opening the door.

“Hey, Rob,” I said, as I entered the dimly lit room.

“Yo, dude, Mia’s here,” Rob yelled causing me to jump. “Sorry, didn’t mean to yell in your ear.”

“Oh, it’s okay. I’m just jumpy.” I saw Michael sitting in a chair looking more stiff than normal and turned to Rob. “Is he okay?”

“Yeah, he’s doing great. He gets moody before a fight.”

Nodding to Rob, I moved toward Michael, stopping in front of him. I placed my hand on his head, running my fingers through his hair as he kept his eyes pointed at the floor. “Michael,” I said, as I stroked his hair.

He didn’t say a word but reached out and wrapped his hand around my calf. He slid his fingers up my leg and under my skirt, gripping my thigh roughly.

“No sex before the match,” Rob said before walking out.

His eyes slowly moved up my body, stopping at my breasts before settling on my face. His grip tightened as he pulled me closer, resting his head against my abdomen.

“You okay, Michael?” My hand stilled in his hair.

“I can smell you,” he said hoarsely.

“Dick,” I said, as I swatted his back. “You had me freaked out and you’re being a pig.”

His body shook as his laughter grew and filled the room. “I’d rather pound your tight, wet pussy than beat this guy's face to a pulp right now.” His fingers slid against the edge of my panties and stopped.

“You can have me all night long after you win your match. The quicker you end it, the sooner you’ll have me in your bed,” I said with a shaky breath.

His finger glided across the satin material of my underwear and rubbed against my clit. My breath caught in my throat as I stood before him, lost in his touch.

“We have a few minutes and I know just how I want to spend them,” he said, wrapping his other arm around my waist.

His fingers dipped inside my panties as I fisted his hair and closed my eyes. My head tipped back as he brought me to the brink of orgasm. My body swayed as his grip increase, steadying me.

My calves stung from the tension and the orgasm that was just out of reach. I opened my legs as far as possible in the restrictive skirt and leaned into his touch.

“You want to come?” he asked roughly.

“Yes,” I pleaded.

“After I kick some ass.” He smirked, removing his hand from my panties, dragging the wetness down my leg.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

“Doesn’t feel so good, does it, Doc?” he laughed, before sticking his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean.

I glared at him. It was funny when I did it to him. To leave me like this now felt downright cruel.

“You’re a bastard.”

My entire body had been tense and he made it so much worse. I was wound so tight at this point I worried walking would cause me to orgasm. I ached that badly.

He patted my ass as he stood and wrapped me in his arms. The warmth of his naked flesh seared through my thin silk camisole. “We’ll finish after I win. I want to take my time with you tonight.”

I rubbed my cheek against the smooth skin of his pec. “I should hate you right now, but I can’t.”

“You two done in there?” Rob yelled, knocking on the door.

“He’s a pain in the ass,” I said, sighing against his chest.

“I know.” He kissed the top of my head, burying his nose in my hair. “Yeah, come in.”

Rob plopped down on the couch across the room and watched us.

“I better go, Michael. You have to get ready and I need to find my seat.” I peered up at him, getting a last look of his beautiful face. I worried it would be bloody and bruised the next time I touched it.

“I’ll text Izzy to meet you in the corridor.” His kiss burned my lips as he crushed his mouth against mine. “Thanks, Mia, for coming.” The smug asshole winked. “I know you hate the very idea, but you being here means a lot to me.”

“No other place I’d rather be.” I slid my hand down his arm, moving away from him. “Oh, and Michael?”

“Yes.”

“Kick his ass, handsome,” I said trying to help him relax.

He winked and his smile made my heart melt.

Fuck, I hated the thought of that beautiful face being hit. I hated everything about what was about to unfold before my eyes.

I waved to him with a faint smile as I left. I could hear the cheers of the crowd echo through the corridor backstage. I followed the noise, finding Izzy waiting for me near the arena entrance.

Her mouth moved as she waved for me to follow her, but it was so loud I couldn’t hear her words. I smiled and nodded before following her to the seating area.

“Down front,” Izzy yelled in my ear, as I look around the arena.

The crowd was larger than I would have expected for a MMA match. Not everyone had such great disdain for the sport as I did. I hated the idea of two men beating the crap out of each other for a title, but I promised Michael I’d be here.

The entire Gallo family, with the exception of Mrs. Gallo, sat in the front row looking as anxious as I felt.

“I found her,” Izzy said as we sat down.

They were a stunning family. The men were all cut from the same cloth. Handsome, rugged, and muscular and the sister was a spitfire. Even Mr. Gallo was classically handsome and didn’t show his age.

“It’s nice to see you again, Doc.” Joe said, a couple seats away.

“Call me Mia, please. I see you’re getting around better these days.”

“Physical therapy works wonders. I wouldn’t miss this fight for the world. Suzy would have had my balls if I didn’t bring her tonight.” He turned and kissed her cheek as she kept her eyes glued to the cage.

“Hello, my dear,” Mr. Gallo said, taking my hand, planting a soft kiss on it. “You’ve missed some matches already.”

I winced as I watched them clean the floor. There was blood and sweat everywhere. “This isn’t my idea of entertainment, Mr. Gallo. I’m only here for Michael,” I said trying to stop my stomach from spilling its contents. “Where’s Mrs. Gallo?” I asked.

“Oh, she hates the very idea of him fighting. She stayed home tonight to read. So, how’s he doing? Is he ready?” he asked.

I shrugged as butterflies filled my stomach. I hoped he was ready because I really couldn’t take watching him being beaten. “He seemed pretty calm when I left him to finish preparing.”

Our conversation was interrupted as the announcer spoke, “Ladies and gentleman, the heavy weight match you’ve all been waiting for is about to begin.”

The crowd stood and the screaming made my eardrums throb. Loud music began to play and I knew it was Michael’s song, "Bodies" by Drowning Pool. It had been playing in his dressing room before I left. I covered my ears as I stood, facing the back of the arena.

“Weighing in at two-hundred and sixty pounds I give you the one, the only, Michael ‘The Iceman’ Gallo.”

The crowd screamed before chanting Ice Man, Ice Man.

Michael wore a black silk robe as he entered through the dark curtain and started to walk down the aisle. The crowd went crazy as people tried to grab him on his way down the ramp into the arena. Blood curdling screams from female fans professing their love to him made me laugh. I could see how this could be an adrenaline rush.

I had the perfect vantage point to watch him. I stood with one leg in the aisle and leaned over to watch him. He stared straight ahead as he walked with his shoulders pushed back, looking bigger than ever. His lips were set in firm line and there was no happiness in his eyes. The sparkle had been replaced with fierceness. He looked mean as hell, but I knew the real man underneath.

Michael held his fists up to the crowd as he stopped in front of me, turning to face them. He glanced at me from the corner of his eye as a small smirk danced on his lips but quickly vanished.

The excitement of the moment wasn’t lost on me.

He walked into the cage, stopping dead in the center. He shrugged off the robe, exposing his beautiful physique and breath taking face. The cheers grew louder, mainly from the females, as he stood there bouncing up and down, moving his neck from side to side.

I wanted to run into the cage and jump in his arms and beg him not to fight.

“And now we bring you his opponent. Weighing in at two hundred and fifty seven pounds we give you, Tommy ‘The Heat’ Ramirez.”

All eyes in the arena turned as a man in a red robe emerged. He looked as big and scarier, maybe because I didn’t know him like I did Michael.

I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat and my chest began to ache.

Both of these men would leave bloody and bruised before this was all said and done. I worried about Michael getting hurt and his male ego if he lost.

“Isn’t this exciting?” Izzy said, pulling on my arm.

“Captivating and scary as hell,” I responded before turning back to watch ‘The Heat’ enter the cage and mimic Michael’s previous movements.

“He’s going to kick Tommy’s ass,” Izzy said as she stared at the fighter.

“I hope so.” I gnawed on my lip as I watched Michael size up the competition.

He was ready and chomping at the bit to get his hands on the guy.

People jumped up and down as the men readied themselves for the fight. I sat there almost breathless and scared for what would unfold before my eyes.

Both men stood in the middle of the cage, staring each other down. It would be comical if I didn’t understand the brutality that was about to happen.

I was transfixed as I studied Michael’s every movement.

The men touched hands before the referee screamed, “Let’s get it on.” Before he moved out of the way quickly.

Ramirez lunged at Michael and kicked him in the thigh. I could hear the snap of the skin from the impact. I closed my eyes, cringing, before peeking to see what happened next.

Michael seemed unphased by the strike, hitting him back with an elbow to the face. Ramirez’ face lurched back before he shook it off and steadied himself. The men moved around the cage exchanging kicks and jabs and I could feel the lump inside my throat growing larger. I touched my throat, resting my hand there as I stared at Michael.

Michael looked magnificent as he moved around the cage and kept pace with Ramirez. He backed Ramirez against the fencing, holding him in place, striking him with the meaty part of his palm square in the chin. I grimaced when I saw blood drip from the corner of his mouth.

Michael wrapped his arms around the man’s lower half and picked him up, tossing him to the mat.

I stood, my heart hammering in my chest, praying it would end.

“Hey lady, you’re blocking my view,” a man behind me yelled.

I turned around and glared at him before taking my seat.  ‘The Heat’ kicked Michael right in the balls. Fuck. Holding himself, Michael backed away, trying to regain his composure.

I had no idea what that felt like, but shit, it had to hurt.

Michael came back at Ramirez a moment later with more anger than I had seen before. Ducking down, he swept his leg across the mat, knocking Ramirez on his ass.

I gnawed on my lip but I couldn’t look away. Seeing Michael in action, I knew he was made for this. He was a fighter.

Snaking his legs around the man, he held him in place. Ramirez beat on Michael’s back, wiggling like a worm, but he couldn’t get out of the hold. Michael slammed his fist into the man’s face and I watched in horror as it bounced off the mat.

Blood trickled down his chin as Michael held him in his grip.

“He’s winning,” Izzy said, as she stood scream, “Kill’em Michael!”

I held my breath and prayed it was over.

“Ice Man, Ice Man,” the crowd cheered as they rose to their feet.

Ramirez kicked free, both men jumping to their feet.

Fuck it wasn’t over, I exhaled, feeling light headed as Ramirez struck Michael in the ribs. He winced, leaning forward and running his fingers across the spot.

I shook my head, scared that it could be the end for Michael. He fractured those ribs months ago. They were vulnerable.

Michael straightened and bounced, shaking off the pain before spinning and kicking Ramirez right in the face. His head snapped back as blood flew from his mouth before he fell backward onto the mat.

The crowd stood and began to cheer his name again as Michael moved around the unconscious Ramirez and yelled something at him.

I stood, gripping my neck, and waited for it to be over.

Grabbing Michael’s arm, the referee held it up as Michael pumped his fist in the air with a giant smile on his face.

“It’s over?” I asked, as I grabbed Izzy’s hand.

“It is. He won! That guy never stood a chance against him.” She smiled.

Michael looked like a champion. He was one. I closed my eyes and let out the breath I’d been holding in.

A small cut had formed on the side of his left eyebrow and blood oozed down his face but he looked relatively unharmed. His body glistened under the bright lights, showing off each ridge and valley.

A giant grin crept across Michael’s face as he walked toward us. He looked at his family and then to me as he approached. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he smashed me into his sweaty torso and kissed me.

I collapsed against his body, exhausted from the nervous tension.

Pulling away, he stared into my eyes and said, “That wasn’t so bad was it, Doc?”

“I fucking hated every minute of it, Michael.”

“Liar.” He smirked and turned toward his father.

The simple statement and the cocky smirk reminded me of the bar where we officially met each other. Same statement, same smirk, and totally Michael.

His dad held out his hand and grabbed Michael’s shoulder with the other. “Good job, son.”

“Thanks, Pop,” Michael said as he pulled his dad toward him, kissing his cheek.

The tenderness Michael showed his father was juxtaposition to the cruelty he displayed in the ring.

“Couldn’t be prouder.” His dad slapped him on the back and released him.

Joe and Anthony hugged him as I stayed at his side. Suzy kissed him on the cheek. I watched in awe at the amount of love and support that his family gave him.

After he hugged his family, he turned to me, pulling me tightly against him. The dampness of his skin soaked through my clothes, but I didn’t care. He was safe and the fight was over.

“I have to go clean up. You want to come with,” he cocked an eyebrow, “or wait here with my family?”

I touched the open cut near his eye causing his head to jerk away. “You go get patched up and I’ll sit with them until you’re done.”

“I’ll be right back, beautiful. You’ll come to the next one, right? I know you secretly loved it.”

“It’s still barbaric,” I said against his lips.

“I bet if I touched your panties right now they’re as wet as my skin,” he whispered in my ear, causing me to squeeze my legs together.

I shook my head and laughed. “You’ll have to take me home to find out, won’t you?” I smirked.

“You just gave me the perfect reason to make this quick.” He kissed me tenderly and walked away. “I’m keeping them as a souvenir too,” he yelled over his shoulder.

I collapsed in my seat, exhausted. I couldn’t imagine how he felt.

Mr. Gallo took the seat next to me and smiled. “How are you doing, my dear?”

I gave him a small smile. “It’s a lot to take in, but I’m doing okay, considering.”

“Ah, it’s thrilling and scary. I get it. Seems like yesterday Michael was just a little boy. He was always a scraper.” He fist punched the air. “I always had to pull him off his brothers. He was a rough one, a born fighter.”

“I can’t imagine him as a little boy, but I’m sure he was handful, Mr. Gallo.” I laughed.

He looked so proud as he sat there staring at the cage. “He was never a small boy, but he’s grown up into a fine young man. Anyway, Michael told me he’s already hired a crew to start the renovations at the clinic. When do you start there full-time?

“He has and I’m so excited. I start next week after my time is over at the hospital. I can’t thank you and your family enough for everything.”

“You need to thank Michael. It was all his doing. My wife and I always like to help out community organizations. What good is having money if you can’t help those that need it most?” He smiled, genuine and sweet.

I held his hand. “Thank you, Mr. Gallo. I’ll make you proud.”

He patted my leg and stood. “I have no doubts, my dear. I’ll be right back,” he said smiling and walked away.

A hand gently touched my shoulder and I turned fully expecting to see Michael, but it wasn’t him. I swatted the hand away and stood to escape his reach.

“Excuse me,” I said, crossing my arms across my chest.

“Sorry, a pretty lady sitting here all by yourself made me curious.” His eyes moved over my body.

“Um,” I said as I looked around to for someone to rescue me, but no one was looking in my direction. “I’m not here alone.”

“Oh,” he said, as he looked around the arena.

“I’m here with Michael.”

“Really?” he asked, scratching his goatee.

“Really,” I said, tilting my head.

A hand landed on the man’s shoulder as he turned quickly to come eye to eye with Michael.

“You bothering my girl, Torrez?” Michael crossed his arms over his chest, giving the man a cold hard stare.

“Maybe I was, whatcha gonna do about it, Gallo?” Torrez stood, placing his hands on his hips.

“Kick your ass like last time.” Michael broke out into laughter.

Torrez punched him in the shoulder. “I let your sorry ass win that match.”

“Fucking liar.”

“Wanna go for another round?”

“You’re more worthy of my time than the piss ant I fought today. Mia, this is ‘The Mauler’,” Michael said using air quotes and rolling his eyes.

Now it kind of made sense to me, I had seen him before, he was the guy Michael fought in NYC.

“Don’t you two hate each other?” I asked.

“Nah, we went for beers after the match in NYC,” Torrez said, as he shook Michael’s hand. “It’s good to see you, man.”

“Just remember Mia’s mine, Torrez. I’d hate to embarrass you by kicking your ass in public again.” Michael grinned, holding back a laugh.

“Wait, I don’t think I ever said I was yours.” I challenged him.

“Possession, remember,” he said, as he wrapped his arms around me. “You’re mine.”

I bit my lip. I was proud to be called his… he’s a man with the iron fists and warm heart. Michael Gallo could call me anything he wanted as long as he spent his nights in my bed.

Chapter 26

MIA

Liberating. That’s how it felt knowing I didn’t have to work in the ER anymore. I walked in and quit, not wanting to spend another day working there. Michael’s family had found donors and used their own money to have me be the clinic physician on a full-time basis.

I could finally do what I loved. Help people without the nightmares and sleepless night.

Michael spent his mornings working out and then coming into the clinic before heading to Inked. He gave himself whole-heartedly to making the clinic a success. They were officially starting the remodel next week and Michael would oversee the project first hand.

Taking a sip of coffee, I looked over the chart for my first patient of the day. Female, unemployed, general check-up – an easy way to start. Grabbing the chart, tucking it under my arm, I walked toward the room. I felt stress-free for the first time in a long time.

Closing the door, I set the chart on the counter and turned toward the exam table. My heart stopped and I froze in my tracks.

“Hey, Mia,” Tammy sneered.

“How in the hell did you get in here?” I said, loud enough that I hoped someone would hear, especially Michael.

Fuck, I really didn’t need her crazy ass here. “What do you want, Tammy?” I asked, glaring at her.

“I came to make peace with you. I wanted to apologize for my behavior,” she said, hopping off the exam table.

I held my hand up, stopping her. “It’s in the past, Tammy. Whatever happened is between you and Michael. Leave me out of it.”

“You two aren’t together then?” She cocked her eyebrow and grinned.

“We are together. We’re happy. I think you should go before he finds you here and calls the police.”

“He’s here?” she asked and looked at the door with excitement in her eyes.

Fuck. That wasn’t the response I’d hoped for when I told her that Michael was here. “He’s going to be really pissed if he sees you, Tammy. You better go for all of our sakes.”

“Maybe I can apologize to him too.” She smiled.

Clearly she was still delusional.

“Tammy, you need to leave,” I spoke louder than before, hoping to draw the attention of Michael or Cammie.

I was getting pissed. My fists were balled at my side. I never wanted to hit a person as much as I wanted to smack the shit out of her.

“Not until I can see Michael.” Sitting back down, she crossed her legs with that Snickers bar smile she wore so well.

“Fine,” I said, turning my head toward the door, keeping my eyes on her I yelled, “Michael!” I turned back toward her and we waited, staring at each other.

The door open and I heard Michael say, “What’s up?”

“We have a visitor.” I pointed to Tammy without look at him and held my hands up.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he said, stepping in front of me, cutting off my view.

“I… I,” she stuttered. “I wanted to see you.”

“You’ve seen me and you’re violating the restraining order, Tammy. I will have you arrested for coming here.” Ever muscle in his body tensed as he stood between us.

He trusted her less than I did, but then again, he knew her better.

She slithered off the table and touched his cheek.

His body recoiled taking a step back, almost knocking me over. “Get out,” he said, pointing at the door.

“Come on, Michael. We were so good together.” She slid her arm around his neck.

She’s totally insane. Was I invisible to her?

I bit my lip not to say something to aggravate the situation.

Peeling her off him, he said through gritted teeth, “Are you shitting me right now with this shit?”

“No, I’m just stating the truth.” She looked at him with a frown and hurt in her eyes.

I’m not an angry person, but this bitch needed to be taught a lesson. Tammy isn’t and never will be a threat to our happiness, but to throw shit in my face was too much for me to take.

“You wouldn’t know the truth if it slapped you in the face. Go, Tammy. I don’t hit women, never have and always said I never would, but you’re getting real close to getting knocked on your ass,” Michael said calmly.

“You know I like it when you’re rough with me, Michael,” she said, moving closer to him with a sly smile, “the harder the better, like old times.”

“Okay, I’ve had enough,” I interrupted. I placed myself between her and Michael creating a barrier. He. Was. Mine. If anyone were to knock her on her ass, it would be me.

“I wasn’t talking to you, whore. I sucked his cock way before you came along. Sloppy seconds aren’t fun, are they?” She smirked.

“Calm down, Mia,” Michael whispered in my ear, grabbing my arm.

Motherfucker. My body shook from anger.

“Yeah, Mia. Know your place. I’m sure you don’t bring him to his knees like I did. You don’t have him smacking your ass as you come on his cock. His body was made for me and I gave him everything he ever wanted,” she said, stepping closer to me.

“You need to shut your damn mouth,” I seethed, with clenched fists, wanting to punch her in the face.

“Ladies,” Michael said, pushing us apart.

“What’s going on in here?” Cammie asked as she looked in the room.

“Call the cops, Cammie. Tammy is violating a court order,” Michael replied as he held us apart.

Tammy stood there with her hands on her hips like she was proving her point. Did she not hear a word he spoke?

“I’m fine, Michael. You can let me go,” I said.

Michael nodded, releasing his hold on me.

On the inside, my belly was burning and my hands were itching to smack her. I judged Michael and called him a barbarian for fighting, but in this moment, it clicked.

“You listen like a good bitch, don’t you?” she asked.

I looked at Michael and he winced. “He. Is. Mine, Tammy,” I said, separating each word to drive the point home.

“He may marry a girl like you, but he’ll always come to me for all the dirty things you don’t give him. You’re plain and boring and probably a rotten lay. He’ll always be mine.”

I closed my eyes, trying to control my rage. My heart pounded feverishly in my chest, my skin grew hot and I could hear the blood flowing through my ears.

Michael turned to her, crossing his arms in front of his chest, as he squared his shoulder. “Shut the fuck up, Tammy. Mia’s my girl, not you.”

“She stole you from me,” Tammy said sounding wounded.

“I did not,” I said stepping around him as he gripped my arm.

“You fucking did,” she yelled before smacking me in the face.

Everything else in the room disappeared except her and me. I lunged at her, my palm connecting to her face with a crack. “He’s mine,” I said as I landed a smack with my other hand. My hands throbbed as we tumbled backward, her body slamming against the tile floor.

“Fuck,” Michael yelled as his strong arms gripped my torso, trying to pull me off, but I had my legs wrapped around her body.

“Stop, Mia,” Michael roared trying to untangle me.

Blood trickled from her mouth as she lay there crying.

I blinked. I did this too her. I went ape shit and hit her… twice.

I released my legs and leaned over her body, resting my weight on my arms. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I don’t know what happened.”

“It’s okay, baby girl,” he said, lifting me up and cradled me in his arms.

“No, it’s not. I just snapped.” I didn’t know I had that in me. I’d never been pushed to that point in my life.

“She deserved it, Mia,” he said, kissing my forehead as he walked out of the room leaving Tammy on the floor in tears.

“She just wouldn’t shut her damn mouth.” I looked at her face through the open door, bloodied and tear filled. A wave of guilt rolled over me.

“You hit pretty fucking good for a girl,” Michael said, chuckling.

“Shut up, before I pop you one too,” I said, reaching for his lips.

I felt the smirk on his face as he laughed. “My, my how you’ve changed since that night in the bar. What did you call me? Barbaric?”

“Yeah, well. She clearly didn’t understand the English language. I didn’t have any other choice and she hit me first so I’m claiming self-preservation and defense.” He was right, but there was no way in hell I’d admit it.

“So, I’m yours, if I heard you right?” he asked.

I sighed and cradled his face in my hands. “Possession, remember?”

“I could never forget. I love you, Mia.” His eyes grew wide, shocked at his own words.

My heart stopped. I didn’t know how badly I wanted to hear that phrase until it slipped from his lips. My insides warmed and felt gooey. I loved Michael, but I would have never been the first to say it. Tears filled my eyes as I looked into his eyes.

“Gonna leave me hanging here, Doc?”

I smiled against his mouth. “Just this once… I won’t. I love you too, Michael.”

He crushed his mouth to mine, claiming each other, branding one another with a passionate kiss.

Epilogue

MICHAEL

Two months later

Mia wrapped her arms around me as I looked around the room, admiring the remodeled clinic. “You did an amazing thing here, Michael,” she said, resting her head on my back, smashing her breasts into me. Damn, she felt good.

“We, Mia. We did an amazing job.” I rubbed her arm and thought about how much life had changed in three months.

I couldn’t imagine a day without her. She made me happier than anything else in my life. I quit fighting and trying to climb the ranks. For her, I’d do anything.

My time was spent between the shop, the clinic, and Mia. There wasn’t time to fight without sacrificing my time with Mia.

Did I turn into a pussy? Not a bit. I could kick any motherfucker’s ass if given the chance.

I had a greater purpose in life - one that mattered and made a difference. I loved seeing the sparkle in Mia’s eyes every day. She wasn’t stressed and no longer had nightmares as often as she did before quitting her job. She made a difference to the people in the community and I felt like I played a role in making her dream become a reality.

“Is everyone here?” I asked, turning around.

“If you mean your family, yeah they’re all here. There’s a big crowd outside waiting for us to cut the ribbon and open up this bad boy.” She laughed. It was infectious.

“I have something for you first,” I said, reaching for an envelope I left on a waiting room chair.

She grabbed it, looking up at me she asked, “What is it?” as she tore it open.

“Read it,” I said, tapping the folded paper.

She slowly opened the paper; her eyes flickered to me and back to the paper. “Michael,” she said, covering her mouth.

“I couldn’t think of a better owner than you, Mia.” I brushed the small tear that trickled down her cheek.

Tears of joy had never made me feel so kickass. Some of the money came from donations and the rest from my family and I filled the gap personally. We knew that Mia was the perfect person to be the rightful owner of the building, giving her security that the clinic would always be there.

“I can’t believe this, but how?” she said, her eyes moving across the paper, as she gripped it with two hands.

“Doesn’t matter, Mia. It’s yours now.” I grabbed her chin and kissed her.

She jumped in my arms, kissing my lips before kissing my face. I laughed, letting her plant soft kisses on my skin.

“I’m speechless. I don’t know how to repay you for all this,” she said, waving her hands toward the room.

“I can think of a few ways,” I said, squeezing her ass as I laughed.

“I’m sure you will.” She rubbed her nose against mine, giggling.

“Let’s do this then. No reason to wait any longer.” I released her, letting her body slide down mine until her feet hit the floor.

“Ready,” she said, wiping her lips and eyes.

We opened the door, stepping outside to a group of about thirty people including patients, local media, and my family. Mia’s smile was radiant as she waved to the patients that she recognized in the crowd.

‘This is so exciting,” Ma said, grabbing my face, planting a sloppy kiss on my cheek. “And you, my sweet girl,” she said turning to Mia, “thank you for allowing me to be a part of this.”

My ma loved Mia as much as I did.

Mia’s cheeks flushed. “Thanks, Mrs. G. I couldn’t have done it without you.” Mia hugged my ma, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Come on, ladies. Let’s cut this ribbon and get the party started,” I said, ready to let everyone in to see the amazing work we did the last two months.

My parents, Mia, and myself all stood in front of the red ribbon with the largest pair of scissors I’d ever seen in my life being held up by Anthony and Izzy. Suzy stood next to Joseph, holding him by the arm as he leaned on his cane. The only person missing was my brother, Thomas.

Flashes from the crowd blinded me as Mia fidgeted at my side. I squeezed her hand hoping to calm her.

My father held his hands up, motioning for quiet. He turned to Mia and nodded.

“I’d like to thank you all for coming. The Gallo family has been kind enough to help give the clinic a new life. They helped raise funds to rehab and bring the facility up-to-date. We’re proud to offer the community the best medical care possible.” Her voice was strong as she spoke.

She was meant for this, meant to be in the spotlight.

“Without their generosity, none of this would be possible. We will have a full-time on staff doctor, a nurse, and a receptionist along with the volunteer physicians that will work in the clinic to meet the needs of all patients. Thank you for coming today and making this moment even more special.” With a beaming smile, she looked at me and winked.

Fuck, I loved her.

The crowd clapped and cheered as we held up the scissors before cutting the ribbon. Flashes illuminated around us as I grabbed her, kissing her as the people in the crowd cheered louder.

“Come on, Doc. Show the people around,” I said.

She smiled at me before turning her attention back to the people. “Come on everybody, I can’t wait to show you all the changes.”

The people entered the clinic with the same shocked expression. Their mouths hung open, their eyes looked around as they turned their head taking in every inch.

Mia showed people round the new exam rooms as I stayed in the waiting room. I watched her walk in and out of the rooms with small groups of people that hung on her every word.

“Is my baby in love?” my mother asked, standing at my side.

I jumped, grabbing my chest. “Ma, you about gave me a heart attack.”

She laughed before resting her head on my bicep. “I see the way you look at her, Michael. You wouldn’t do all this, if you weren’t in love with Mia.”

Heat crept up my chest to my face. “I do love her, Ma.”

“Well then,” she said, clearing her throat, “someone better give me a damn grandchild already. I know I taught you boys about birth control, but for the love of God, you or Joseph better make it happen, and I mean quick.”

“I’ve been practicing,” I smirked as I looked down at her beautiful smile.

“You’ve had enough time for that, you’re getting older, don’t wait too long, Michael.”

“Ma, Joe and Suzy have been together longer and they live together. Put a little pressure on them first, will ya?” I turned, getting a glimpse of Mia before looking back to my mother.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, I am.” She laughed. ”They’re practicing too, plenty from what I hear from your sister. Is Mia coming to the party at the house after this?”

My family was filled with gossips. Nothing stayed a secret for very long.

I swear sometimes my ma used any excuse to have a party. She loved to cook and have everyone over to talk. She hated how quiet the house had become since we moved out. “Yeah, she’s coming. You didn’t invite too many people, did you?”

“Baby, do I ever invite too many people?” She smiled at me, but it was a bullshit smile.

Sighing, I said, “Always.” I kissed the top of her head.

Her body shook against my arm with her silent laughter. “Never you mind that. I’m going to head home and start getting things ready with your father. Gather the troops when everyone is gone and come over. Don’t dilly dally.” She patted my stomach and walked toward my father. He nodded at her and shook the man’s hand he’d been talking with before they walked to the door hand in hand.

“You did real good, Mikey,” Izzy said, as she crept up next to me.

“Does everyone feel the need to sneak up on me today?” I crossed my arms over my chest but didn’t turn to face her.

“Cranky ass, aren’t ya? I didn’t sneak up anywhere. If you weren’t so hypnotized by Mia you would’ve heard me.”

I guess I was that obvious. I thought I hung out and blended in with the crowd, but I guess I didn’t. “Am I staring at her like a creep?”

Izzy smacked my arm. “Nah, like a love sick puppy is all.”

“Great,” I muttered, scrubbing my hands across my face.

“I’m going to go. I have a stop to make before I head to the party,” Izzy said and stood on her tiptoes, grabbing my arm and kissed my cheek.

“Don’t be long, Izzy. Ma will have a cow.”

“No worries. I’ll be there in plenty of time.” She winked and waved as I turned my attention back to Mia.

I shook hands with the people as they left. They thanked me for my family’s generous gift to the clinic. I told them that none of it would be possible without Dr. Greco and they’d nod and smiled.

When the crowd thinned, I sat down, resting my head against the wall. I could hear Mia talking in the back as she continued to walk room to room with the few people left. I closed my eyes and listened to her voice.

Soft warm lips pressed against mine. As I opened my eyes, I hoped they were Mia’s. “Everyone’s gone. Are you ready?” she asked as she pulled away.

“Yeah, we better go before Mama Gallo puts out an APB.”

She giggled, climbing in my lap. “You make her sound so horrible, but your mom is a sweetheart,” she said, resting her forehead against mine.

“You’ve never seen her other side, Mia. She’s Italian and has a temper. No mild mannered woman can raise four boys.”

“I’ll remember that,” she said, caressing my cheek.

“If we sit here any long I’m going to christen the waiting room and maybe one of the exam rooms. How do those stirrup things work again?” I smirked against her lips.

Mia smacked me, shaking her head. “Oh, no you don’t. Not today at least.” She jumped off my lap and held her hand out.

“You’re lucky my ma is waiting or else I’d say fuck it, and take you right here, right now.” I grabbed her hand.

“Yeah, just my luck.” She rolled her eyes and giggled.

To see Mia so happy and full of laughter made everything worth it. The long hours at the clinic and shop, busting my ass to get it done right.

She completed me.

Jesus, now I’m quoting Jerry McGuire.

Dick check. It’s still there. Whew.

I may not be a pussy, although I’d never it admit, I was pussy whipped.

Mia did that to me and I couldn’t be fucking happier.

* * *

“All women are crazy,” I said, as we walked to my parents’ front door.

“Let’s qualify crazy.” She coughed.

I called Tammy crazy, but my ma wasn’t. Ma was more excessive than crazy. There wasn’t an open spot in the driveway or on their block for that matter.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, tilting her head.

“I told my ma to have a small get together. There has to be at least fifty people in that house based on all these cars.”

“Leave her alone. It makes her happy, right?” Mia asked, rubbing my arm.

“Yeah,” I said, grabbing her hand and placing a kiss in her palm.

“Everyone is waiting to see you.”

“To see us, Mia, not just me.” I pushed opened the door and shook my head.

“Hey,” a few voice sounded as we walked inside.

I couldn’t see an open space from the foyer, through the great room and out to the pool. Wall to wall people, holding drinks filled my parents’ home. I held Mia’s hand as we made our way through the house.

“Wait,” she said, stopping to grab a photo from a side table near the couch.

“What?”

Holding it close to her face she asked, “Is this you?” She looked at me and back to the photo.

“Yep, that’s me.” I forgot my mother had the photo sitting out for the world to see.

“You look so…so….” She swiped her fingers across the glass with a smile.

“Handsome? Buff? Sexy?” I asked with a grin.

“I was going to say young, but we can go with your descriptions if you prefer,” she said and giggled.

“I was a whole lot of trouble back then,” I said, as I grabbed my freshman year wrestling photo.

Too much of my manhood showed through the tiny maroon singlet, but when I had it on back in the day, I wore it like a proud son of a bitch.

“You haven’t changed much since then,” she said as I put the photo back exactly where my mother had it.

“Checking out my cock?” I whispered in her ear.

“Shh.” She turned, hitting me. “Someone might hear you.”

“They’re loud and Italian, trust me, they didn’t hear a thing.”

“I did,” Joe said, as he smacked my ass with his cane.

“Lucky I don’t hit the handicapped, brother.” I gave him a giant bear hug. “Where’s Suzy?” I asked looking around.

“Girl talking. It makes me bat shit crazy. I love the woman, but being with her twenty-four-seven can be a test to any relationship.” He shook his head and laughed. “Thank god I can walk now and go to the shop for a couple hours”

“I haven’t talked to the girls lately. Maybe I’ll go join them and let you two chat.” Mia kissed my cheek.

“Go ahead, love. I’ll find Ma and let her know we’re here.” I patted her ass and watched her walk away.

“You got it bad, bro. It’s nice to see I’m not the only one around here being led around by my balls.” Joe slapped me on the back.

I sighed. This family – I loved them, but they were all a pain in the ass.

* * *

MIA

I felt like I weighed two hundred pounds as I grabbed the open spot next to Suzy on the couch. “My god, do they always eat like this?” I asked.

“Always,” Suzy said with a sigh, leaning back as she rubbed her stomach. “I swear I’ve gained ten pounds since I started hanging out with this family. Everything revolves around food. Doesn’t matter the occasion food is always on hand.”

“At least it’s good food,” I said, happy to be off my feet. The couch felt like lying on a cloud of feathers. The soft cotton material would make it hard to stay awake.

“She’s the best cook ever. I look forward to coming here on Sunday. Don’t get me wrong, Joey is an amazing cook, but nothing beats his mother’s home cooking.”

“I wish Michael could cook.”

“Whatcha girls talking about?” Izzy said, as she plopped her skinny ass between us.

“Talking about your brothers,” Suzy said.

“I have all the dirt, ladies. I can tell you some stories that would make you fall off the couch in a fit of giggles,” Izzy replied.

“Why isn’t Anthony taken?” I asked.

“He likes to play the field. Someday a lady will bring him to his knees and have him begging to be his, but until then he prefers the man whore status. He’s gets a little carried away with his groupies,” Izzy said sarcastically. “Men, total pigs. It’s bullshit that he’s sowing his wild oats and playing the field and if a girl did that shit she’s easy and a slut.”

“Sexism will never die,” Suzy replied, patting Izzy on the leg.

“Not in this damn family - too many cocks for it to be equal. Having you ladies around helps, though. My ma and I have always been outnumbered.”

She made me feel like I was part of the family. I wanted to fit in and be a member of this tight knit group. Holidays, including Christmas, had consisted of my parents and me for the last couple of years.

“If you two bitches have kids they better have vaginas.” Izzy laughed. “The world isn’t big enough for anymore Gallo men.”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that for a while,” I said quickly.

“Yeah, not an issue,” Suzy said sitting up.

“Suzy, come on. Joey has your ass on your back more than a two-bit whore looking for her next fix. Your ass is going to get knocked up sooner or later.”

“We’re careful, Izzy.”

“Whatever. Someone better give my mother a damn grandchild. She’s already crocheting blankets and she’s going to get desperate and start bothering me if you ladies don’t come through. I’m entirely too young to ruin this body.”

“Oh, shut the hell up, Izzy,” Suzy said, as she slapped Izzy’s hand down.

“I’m just saying, Suzy. It’s your duty to carry on the Gallo Legacy.”

“Fucking great. Don’t let Joey hear you say that,” Suzy muttered, closing her eyes and pinching her nose between her fingers.

A shadow fell over us and I peered up to see Joe looking at us with curiosity.

“Let me hear Izzy say what?” Joe asked with a crooked smile.

Suzy looked up, a giant smile painted on her face. “Nothing, sweetie,” she said without flinching.

“Babies, Joe. Get on that shit,” Izzy said, smacking his good leg.

“I’m on that shit all time, aren’t I, sugar?

Her cheeks turned pink as she looked at him “There’s always room for improvement,” she said with a smirk.

I loved this family as much as I loved Michael. They had become my home away from home with my parents back in Minnesota. Suzy and Izzy were the sisters I never had and always wanted.

Michael was my savior.

Saving me from my nightmare, from the heart crushing sadness of the ER and giving me the greatest gift of all – happiness.

The End

Content

Hook Me
Men of Inked - 2
Chelle Bliss

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Epilogue