Page 39 of Wallflower No More

“I asked you where the bathroom was fifteen times.” My Red giggles.

Kissing her on the forehead, I paste on my best sheepish smile. “Sorry, beautiful, it's right through here.”

Before heading inside, she says, “Tell me where to go, and I'll meet you as soon as I'm done.”

No way am I leaving her to find her way by herself in a fight bar. “The hell you will...What part of even bikers are scared to come here, didn't you understand?”

She shrugs. “Maybe I've developed a taste for a rougher sort of guy.” She sighs as I pin her up against the door. “You're too easy, Axel Creed. What's your middle name?”

“I don't tell girls who threaten to leave with other boys what my middle name is.” Yup, I'm feeling kind of salty.

She gives me a sultry look. “But baby, I'm better than all the rest.”

No arguments there. “That may be, but if you don't hurry, we'll be late.” I slap her ass and bite my bottom lip as my eyes drink in the answering bounce.

She pushes me. “Stop, we're in public.”

“First, we just fucked in public, and you were just as much mine there as you are in private.” I like how she tries to act shy.

She leans up to kiss me on the cheek, but I turn my head so that her lips graze mine instead. Scarlett taps my nose with her index finger. “I kind of like you, I guess.” Yeah, she does. Kissing her thoroughly on those pouty lips before she heads inside because Fuck me. I think she's trying to kill me—insatiable little wench.

***

Mind-blowing sex will render you incapacitated to the point where you let dominant, overbearing boyfriends come inside of you in public. Shit!

-Scarlett

Axel takes my hand as we walk into the dimly lit auditorium. The place is packed, but you couldn't tell that from the parking lot. “This place is invite-only, and there is a parking garage down the street. We keep the parking lot empty so as not to arouse suspicion.”

Makes sense. “I swear it's like you see inside my brain.”

His look turns serious. “I fucking wish Wallflower.”

I laugh because I know he isn't joking, but who else thinks like that? “Who's fighting tonight?” Axel only answers with that signature smirk of his. People tap him on the back and start cheering as we pass them and walk down to the front. He finds me a chair right beside the ring. It's nothing fancy, just a steel cage with a thick mat placed inside. He leans down to give me a fire-inducing kiss, then takes his shirt off and hands it to me. A big giant of a man with full-sleeve tattoos is in the ring, waiting for Axel to get in there. I grab his hand and tug him back as he climbs in. “No.” Is all that will come out of my mouth.

He grins. “It's okay, baby. The gang will be here at any moment.” He kisses my forehead and walks into the cage before I can protest again.

The announcer pops in, and everybody stands to their feet. “To the left of me stands, 6 foot 7 inches, Dex Thatcher of Murders Inc. and to the right is the owner of this impressive establishment, Axel “Rabies” Creed. Boys, I want a good, clean fight, no kicking below the belt, but everything else goes. Three taps, you're out.”

Axel owns this place? My found family picks that time to arrive. They hurry inside to sit with me. Everybody's here, including Jared. Sasha and Jared sit on either side of me and Sasha puts her arm around my shoulders, gently squeezing me. “Don't worry. Axel is an excellent fighter. The best, actually.”

I smile at her but don't say anything. It was sweet of her to reassure me, but my nerves have taken my body hostage. Axel is laser-focused on his opponent. Is Murders Inc. a motorcycle gang? Don't think like that, Scarlett. He's not going to kill Axel. Dex Thatcher should be scared of him. That's right. My man's a self-professed psycho. I take in a deep, cleansing breath that makes me calmer. Okay. He has a chance. And what's wrong with me that I'm okay that my boyfriend is a little cray?

The buzzer sounds, and the men come after each other with a vengeance. I jump up with the crowd as they start going wild. They are evenly matched. When one punches, the other counterattacks. Neither was able to block the blow. In the next fifteen minutes, I scream, cry, cheer, pull my hair out, and damn near pass out. Dex currently has Axel in the headlock. “Get up, Axel! Get up!” I continue screaming. My friends beside me start chanting it with me, and the entire makeshift auditorium follows our lead.

Jaxon moves Jared out of the way and comes to stand beside me. “For him to win this, Scarlett, we'll need to piss him off!” Confused, I nod my head. Anything to get Axel the win. Jaxon puts his arm around me and nestles his nose in my hair. Axel's eyes widen, and he begins to gain momentum. He elbows Dex in the stomach three times before he lets him go. Jaxon moves his arm away from me and holds his hands up in surrender because my crazy-ass boyfriend is heading toward the cage door—a murderous expression crossing his face.

Dex comes after Axel, swinging him around, but my big bad wolf is prepared. He close-lines him and gets him in a chokehold. I may or may not be turned on by that. It takes five minutes, but Axel gets the win! Dex forfeited when he passed out from lack of oxygen, but he's very much alive and okay. I asked the question a million times and was relieved when he finally started moving.

Axel attacked me with kisses as he leaped from the ring. He also threatened Jaxon, who ran from the building for his life, but not before shouting. “But did you lose, though?”

Chapter 24

A Very Stalkerish History

Everything Fearless 24/7

A new set of bruises outline Axel Creed's face. But he didn't get those during the altercation at the Baseball House. Eyewitness accounts say no one even got a punch in against him. So, Mr. Creed, what have you been doing? And can we watch it?