Broken Fighter: BBW, New Adult Romance (7 page)

When morning came, it came too soon for Jackson, his body cold and sore. His hand reached for the warmth of the soft body that had shared his bed throughout the night but where he should have found his not-so-innocent beauty, he found only emptiness. Opening his eyes, he trained his ears to listen for her in the bathroom but was met by more, empty silence. His gut tightened, twisting into a painful knot.
 

Throwing the covers aside, he got to his feet, covering the distance to the bathroom in three long strides. Throwing open the door, he found the small room empty. His eyes scanned it again to be met with nothing that bespoke of Emily’s presence save for the memories they’d made there. Fear crawled up his throat as he made a dash for his jeans, searching his pockets. His keys were gone…and so was last night’s payout.
 

“The
bitch
…,” Jackson swore, his voice high with disbelief. More long strides took him to the motel room door. Jerking it open, the truth of the situation was indisputable as an empty parking spot met him where his SUV once sat. “That fucking bitch.” His mind raced to figure out what he should do, his gaze snapping to the night stand where he had put his cell phone. Gone. “That
fucking
bitch!” Jackson yelled. “I’m going to kill her,” he swore, suddenly feeling empathy for the police officer who had tried to do just that.

Stepping out into the morning light clad in only skin and muscle, Jackson walked barefoot into the parking lot, ignoring the worried glances by early morning risers hurrying to continue their journeys. Putting his hands on tight, sculpted hips, not caring what of him could be seen, he scanned the parking lot. “The bitch is gone,” …
taking the same road out as your career, your fighting reputation, and your future…you fucking dumbass
, his internal moron-meter berated him.
 

A smile curled the corners of Jackson’s lips, his eyes glinting with a fire hotter than he’d felt in ages—a purpose, a drive, a goal to crush. “You better run, little girl,” he said, “because when I find you, your sweet ass is mine.”

To be continued…

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Broken Fighter: BBW, New Adult Romance

Copyright © 2015
 

by

Tia Pararol

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used factiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, organizations, or person, whether living or dead, is entirely coincidental.