Banging Reaper(30)

I shove hard at his chest and when he doesn’t stop, when that doesn’t budge him, I clench my hands into fists and start punching him. Ethan groans. I struggle to lift my knee. He must sense it coming. With an angry snarl, he grabs my face and stops trying to kiss me.

“Why do you keep fighting what’s between us? Can’t you feel how much I want you?”

“Oh my God, Ethan,” I gasp and push at him again as he grinds his erection into the zipper of my jeans. “Get the fuck off me before I scream.”

“I love you, Avery. I fucking love you,” Ethan tells me. I have no doubt he honestly believes it.

“You’re hurting me,” I whine. His hands press hard on the side of my face, his fingers tangled in my hair. Pulling on me, bruising me. I feel tears stinging my eyes.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Ethan apologizes and his grip softens.

I can’t help but cringe as he starts planting kisses on my cheeks. As if his kisses could soothe the hurt he just caused.

“Stop touching me. Please.” I tell him. The anger, the outrage, it’s morphed into something else. Something cold and sad. Small and painful. How did we come to this? Did I do this?

Ethan leans back and his baby blues flare at me. “You’re such a fucking bitch. Always so ungrateful. I’ve done so much for you. I’ve proven myself to you. And this is how you repay me?”

“Repay you? I didn’t know you were running a tab. You always told me not to worry about it.”

“Well, that was when I was planning on asking you to marry me. Now I can see you’re not good enough to be my wife. You’re just going to have to repay me with this.”

He reaches down and forces his hand between my thighs, cupping me in his hand.

No, I didn’t do this. He’s just an asshole. A self-entitled asshole who’s always had a hidden agenda. And I’m so done with him.

Everything inside me revolts at the way he’s touching me. I lift my chin in the air with as much bravado as I can muster and warn him, “Get your fucking hands off me or I will scream.” To show I’m not playing around, I raise my voice and yell, “I fucking mean it, Ethan!”

“Fucking bitch,” Ethan yells and jumps back. “I swear if you tell anyone…”

I bristle beneath his glare as he looks at me now as something that’s beneath him. Something he’d rather step on.

“Tell anyone what? That you just sexually harassed me in the hall?” I challenge him. I’m not afraid of him. No, each second he’s near me, each second he looks at me as if I’m lesser, as if he honestly believes he’s greater, I feel like I swell with conviction. “Or that you cheated? That you hired four goons to handicap your opponent?”

“You can’t prove it,” he smirks at me and crosses his thick arms confidently in front of his chest.

I knew it, I knew he fucking did it.

“Maybe not,” I bluff at him and his grin grows even smugger. It just ticks me off. I straighten from the wall and flip my hair back, over my shoulder. “But I don’t have to. It doesn’t matter. You’re still going to get your ass kicked.”

Ethan laughs and shakes his head at me. Now I just know I have to stick around, whether Chase wants to see me or not, just so I can see the match.

“Go the fuck home, Avery. You don’t belong here. And don’t bother showing up at the office Monday. We’re done, bitch.”

Just like that, six years of friendship done, ended in this dark stinky hallway with no one else the wiser, and I’m not even mad about it. Ethan turns his back on me. He saunters away as if he’s hot shit and he knows it.

And no, I’m still not mad, not mad one little bit. No, I feel liberated. I feel as if a weight has been lifted. A two hundred pound blonde weight is gone, and I can’t even be upset that he called me a bitch. It’s good to finally see his true colors. It’s good to realize I wasn’t just being paranoid and all my suspicions were justified.

I watch Ethan walk away and all I feel is… freedom.





Chapter Twenty-Four





Chase




“Hello, Chase,” Doctor Miranda says as she walks into the dressing room. She smiles to Dale and he smiles right back. They make a cute couple. When I get Avery back maybe we can double date.

“Doc, how’s it going?” I ask and stand up for her. She's here for the pre-physical. This should be...fun. Yeah, fun.

“Okay, Chase, let’s check you over.”

It's not just her cupping my balls and making me cough that has me uncomfortable, it’s when she starts making me bend and twist to check my range of motion that fucking sucks. It hurts, and to be truthful, it’s all I can do to not let it show.

I smile through it all and give Dale my Reaper grin. He just shakes his head. I may be fooling the Doc, but he knows.



***



I don't see much after I walk out of the dressing room, I don't need to. I keep my eyes focused on a point just past the cameraman who walks backwards in front of me. I am ready, and I am going into battle tonight.

This has been almost ten years in the making.

I walk out into the crowd and see a familiar raven-haired beauty in the front row as I make my way down the long entrance through all the rows and rows of seats. The Arena is sold out tonight, something like thirty thousand seats filled. This is going to be a good night. I jog around the cameraman and make my way over to Avery even with the crowd surrounding her cheering and reaching out for me.

Leaning in, I shout into her ear, “I love you!”

“I love you, too!” She has to scream into my ear to be heard over all the people crowding us. “Ethan sent guys to hurt you yesterday.”

“What?” I yell and pull back to look at her face.

She nods her head and motions me closer, “He tried have you hurt!”

I'm not sure what emotion must be playing across my face but whatever it is Avery shivers as I grin at her. It’s the grin I show every single opponent before a fight. It's the reason I earned my nickname the Reaper. Every time I fight, right when it’s about to start, I get this wide grin. I just can’t fucking help it. Some announcer on the television said I looked like a grim reaper with the smile, and it stuck.

I nod my head and turn back to the cage and see Dale lifting his eyebrow at me. I motion him close as they check over my gloves one last time when I get up to the edge.

Leaning over, I speak in his ear. “Ethan sent those thugs after me.”

His eyes widen as he looks at me then over to Ethan. “Are you fucking serious?” he yells.

Nodding my head, I step back and lean over to our cutman for the fight, James. He smears the jelly over my brow and nods his head at me. I'm good to go.

Dale looks like he has some serious problems, but I shake my head. “Time to go to work.”

Nodding, Dale steps back and walks around the cage to my side. He has a look on his face that does not bode well. It won't be me he talks to the commissioner about though.

None of that matters now.

“Ladies and Gentleman! It's time for the main event of the evening!” the ring announcer screams into the microphone.

His voice fades into the background as I walk to the middle of the ring. Ethan saunters over to where the ref and I stand.

After smacking gloves, we walk back to our sides.

I stare across the cage at Ethan. He's smirking and hopping around his side as he does a bit of flexing towards the crowd. What a fucking douchebag. This isn't wrestling entertainment here, this is MMA, a real sport and I am going to teach him a fucking valuable lesson tonight.

We fly out of our corners at the hand chop of the referee.

Both of us unleash a flurry of punches and kicks at each other. I think I land more than him, but at the moment all I can do is block and punch, block and kick.

My ribs fucking hurt and I don't feel like I can get a full fucking lung full of air. It’s fine though because the moment I get a chance, I lunge forward and wrap him up, slamming our bodies into the ground.

I get half of my body up on top of his, but I can't get much of an angle to hit as hard as I want.

I pull back and stand up. Grinning, I motion for him to stand as I back away.

He looks uncertain. Good. I want him uncertain. I want him worried about why the fuck I want to keep going toe to toe with him.

He charges at me and I block before dragging him back to the ground. This is what I do for the rest of the round. I pull him down and hit him until I can't get good shots then I stand. I can hear the crowd as I do this, some are cheering but it sounds like a lot of them are getting tired of the games I have been playing with Ethan.

The bell rings loudly and I back off.

Walking back to my side of the cage, I slide down the chain link cage until I'm sitting down on my stool. Dale squats down in front of me and looks into my eyes, “Are you fucking toying with him?” he asks incredulously.

I guess my smirk is enough of an answer.

He bends down and picks up a rag, looking at the floor as he asks, “How are the ribs?”

“They fucking hurt and they want me to know it,” I growl.

“You think she was telling the truth?”

Nodding, I take a long swig from the water bottle. “Yeah, I am pretty fucking certain. We might need to tell the cops and the commission about this.”

“After the fight?”

“Yep.”

“Are you going to punish him?”