Lesson For Lox (Marco's MMA Boys) (3 page)

“You idiot. I swear to God, Trent, I’m tired of covering up your shit. Now you’re trying to beat up some damn stripper in the hallway of a damn arena. Get your shit together, bro. If you can’t fucking manage the candy, don’t do it.” He turns to me. “Sweet pants, I think you need to go.” He tilts his head toward the end of the hall.

I nod and quickly make my way out of the building. I’m gonna run to that shit hole I live in and shower, since that asshole decided to make such a lovely comment.

Unlocking the two dead bolts and knob lock, I make my way in. A note on my coffee table grabs my attention.

Call your mother.

-Dad

Shit. Going into my room, I dig in the false bottom and pull out the agency cell.

“Hello, Zanne dear,” Frank says in an elderly lady voice.

I have to laugh. “Hi, Mom.”

“Listen, we’ve watched a bunch of movement today. They’re cleaning out the warehouse, I think they know something’s up. Keep your eyes open. I know you’re going out with those fighters again tonight. You need to be ready to take anyone down that gets in the way,” he says heavily.

“So you want me to carry my weapon?” I ask, a little confused. None of this is normal.

“Yes, gun, badge, cuffs, the whole nine yards,” Frank deadpans.

“This is a little different than usual.”

“Well, this got hot quickly. We’d rather you be prepared. Just try to stay below the radar, but find out what you can.”

“Well, the fighter, Storm, has a pretty clean record. Although, he did ask if I knew anything about Mike’s guys doing drugs, but I think it was only for his own curiosity.”

“Hmm.” He sighs. “Well, keep a close eye on him. We’ve got a couple of guys attending the fight tonight in civies, just as backup. I’ve got a feeling about this kid and I don’t like it. Some shit’s just not adding up. You’ve been fine on this case for so damn long and now we’ve got chatter. Just watch your back.”

“Got it. I’ll message you in the morning if everything goes as planned.”

“I hope to hell it does,” he grumbles before hanging up.

I rush through my shower and dress a little differently than I’d planned. I also throw together a little overnight bag. Once I’m ready to go, I double check to make sure I’ve put my agency laptop back in its hiding spot and throw my cell in my overnight bag. Hell, I have my badge in there so what does it matter if my cell is in there?

I quickly lock the door on my way out and jump in the piece of shit Honda.
WD-40.

***

I
’ve never really been to fights before. I’ve watched them on pay-per-view but this is completely different. I see blood and sweat flying off of hot bodies. People are screaming and chanting, it’s really intoxicating. Most of the fights don’t last that long but that one guy, Huck, his fight goes on for a little longer than most of the others. Storm quickly knocked out his opponent. It’s time for the final match up now. That asshole, Trent, and some guy from South Florida.

Holy fuck! It’s brutal. The other guy just hit the mat and Trent is still on top of him, beating him. The officials try to stop him but they can’t. If someone doesn’t do something, he’s going to kill him. After what feels like forever, Patch runs into the cage and tackles Trent to the mat, giving the medics time to grab the other guy and take him away. Trent and Patch almost get into it until that Mike guy gets in there and yells at Trent. My seat is really close to the side of the cage so I can make out some of what Mike is saying to him and it isn’t pretty. Just as they’re about to pull him from the cage, he turns and catches my eye. He glares and mouths something to me, but I can’t make it out. Mike shoves him from behind to get out of the cage.

A few minutes later, Storm shows up. “So did you enjoy the fights?”

I nod. “Yeah, I actually did.”

“Would you like to join us for dinner?”

“Us?”

“Marco and the guys, he always takes us out after nights like this. Especially when we’re out of town. It’s kinda like a family tradition."

“Oh, well are you sure you want me to go?”

He shrugs. “Yeah, the more the merrier.”

I smile. “Well, okay then.”

I follow him out of the arena and meet with the guy named Marco and the twins. Storm decides to ride with me.

Sitting in the restaurant, I decide from the start that I like Marco. I can tell he’s a father figure to these guys and if I had a guess, I’d say he’s former military. Just the way he carries himself leads me to believe that. They respect him and even love him.

Marco turns to me. “So Zanne, the boys tell me you dance at a club.”

I feel the red creeping up on my face. “Yes, sir.”

He brushes my embarrassment aside. “Don’t get all red faced about it. We all have a job to do. Hell, when I was in the service, I thoroughly enjoyed going to gentlemen’s clubs.”

I laugh and snort, “I wouldn’t call many of the men who come in there gentlemen, but it’s not too bad. The money is okay.” I can’t tell him I HATE taking my clothes off and it makes me want to vomit when I see some of the customers. That it kills the cop in me to see the shit that goes down in the club and only be able to log it in my brain for later. I can’t arrest them on the spot. If I hadn’t been working almost a year at getting into the works of things around here, I’d tell them to stick it. I can’t do that now, with all I’ve gone through and given up to submerse myself in this case.

He chuckles like an older man would. “That’s very true.” He takes a sip of the beer he’s been nursing. “Well, how in the world did these knuckleheads talk you into coming out with them?”

I laugh and Sly acts like he’s offended. “Come on, Marco, we’re suave.”

I shake my head. “Mr. Storm here asked me out,” I say, pointing to Storm. “He seems harmless enough.”

Marco seems shocked that Storm is the one who asked me out. Huck laughs, “I know, Marco, totally ballsy for Loxie here.”

Storm shakes his head. “You guys act like I’m some goodie goodie.”

I give him a small wink, knowing that boy is anything but a goodie goodie. The rest of the evening in the restaurant goes about the same with the guys giving each other a hard time and Marco ribbing them. It’s crystal clear to me now that these guys are no way involved with this case.

S
pinning her around as we go into my hotel room, I back her against the wall. “Fuck, you’re sexy as hell.”

She smiles. “Thanks, a girl always loves to hear that. Especially when you’re trying to get into her panties.” She pushes me back and winks. “If she were wearing any, that is.” Turning, she saunters over to the bed. She kicks the boots off she’s wearing and pulling her top over her head, she grins and motions for me to come to her.

I snicker and walk over to her. “Are we playing?”

She nods. “Oh yeah.” Pushing me down on the bed, she straddles me, slowly removing her bra and spinning around so her back is to me. Swaying her ass, it almost hypnotizes me. I can tell she’s unzipping her pants, then she slowly slides them down.
Damn. She really isn’t wearing any panties.
Turning around, she’s completely exposed to me. She leans down, unbuttoning my shirt slowly and pushing it from my shoulders. Once the shirt is gone, she runs her tongue down my bicep, kissing it and nibbling. Going back up, she runs her nose up my neck. “How hard are you right now? Huh, Storm?” She nibbles my ear.

My dick is pressing against my zipper so damn hard, it’ll probably leave a damn scar. “Fuck.” That’s all I can manage to mumble out. I’m about to embarrass my damn self with a middle school moment in my pants.

She reaches for the waist of my pants. As her hand goes into the waistband, she grins, “I see I’m not the only one who went commando.” 

Grabbing her arms, I flip her over and settle in between her legs. Her hands shove at my pants, pushing them down my hips. Reaching over to the nightstand, I grab a condom. Fumbling, I put it on and thrust into her. I throw her legs up over my shoulders and drive into her. “Ah, ah, ah, ah! Oh god! Harder! Jeez, fuck me!” She cries out as I fuck her. I know this is only for this weekend so I’m going to enjoy every minute of it that I can. At home I have to worry about girls getting clingy and thinking I want something with them that I don’t, but Zanne laid it out simple.
Just this weekend. We’re just blowing off some steam.

“Oh shit, I’m about to come!” she screams.

I nod, letting her know I’m there, too. I thrust into her three more times before I feel her pussy grip my cock like a vice. That’s all I can take before exploding.

I have a sheen of sweat all over my chest. We both try to catch our breath as I let her feet down. Slowly, I pull out and go to the bathroom to rid myself of the condom. She stands beside the bed and reaches into the overnight bag she packed. Pulling out a shirt, something silver falls out and catches my eye. “Are those handcuffs?”

Her face turns red. “Um...”

I laugh, “You don’t have to be embarrassed. I like for things to get kinky every once in a while, too.”

She smiles, laughing it off a little. She grabs up the bag. “I’m gonna grab a shower, is that okay?”

I reach out and grab her shoulder, “Hey, I’m serious. We can play with those later.” I give her a wink.

She starts for the bathroom but stops just before she gets in the door. Looking back over her shoulder, she smiles. “Do you wanna join me?”

My head flops back thinking about her naked body all wet and soapy. Jumping up from the bed, I follow her into the bathroom and into the shower.

***

A
fter almost an hour, we both finally get out of the shower. When I walk into the room, I notice she’s bent over and rubbing lotion on her legs. Fuck, we just blew each other in the shower and my dick is hard again. I lean down and lick her from her pussy to her tight asshole. She shivers in response. Reaching around her, I caress her breast as she stands up to meet me, turning her neck so she can take my lips with hers. I grab a condom from the nightstand, pushing her back forward and grabbing her ass. I smack each cheek playfully until she moans out with pleasure, then I start doing it more as I thrust in and out of her. Pounding, I hear my balls slapping her body as I thrust. I start to feel her tighten around me but before she can come, we get twisted around. Now I’m on bottom.

“Were you serious about the handcuffs?” she says, grazing my ear.

I nod, catching my breath. Standing up, she grabs the handcuffs, snapping the cuff around my right wrist and then pulling them through the headboard to cuff my left hand.
Fuck me, this is hot!

Her warm center plays over my throbbing cock. Reaching to the nightstand, she grabs a condom and rolls it on. Sinking down on top of me, she starts to ride. Reaching down, she twists my nipples and I scream out. It’s pain, but it’s an intense sexy pain, almost causing me to lose it.
Damn, this is the shit my fifteen-year-old fantasies were made of.

F
uck, this guy has some kind of stamina. I feel like I’m going to be a whole lot relaxed after this weekend. I almost lost my shit when those cuffs fell out. I can’t believe that happened. What if it would have been my badge or my gun? Fucking-A.

I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy.

I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy.

Fuck, that’s my phone. That’s my alert ringtone. My body goes ramrod straight. Poor Storm, he’s trying to figure out why I’ve stopped. Reaching over, I grab my phone and pull up the text.

BIG PAPA: Get out now. You’ve been compromised.

ME: I’m busy.

BIG PAPA: Quit riding the damn fighter if you don’t want him fucked up too. Get the hell out of his room now!

ME: Roger.

“Storm, I hate to say this, but I gotta go. Something came up.”

“Fuck,” he groans out. “Can I help? I’ll go with-.”

I cut him off, “You can’t.” Shit, he’s going to follow me because that’s the kind of fucking good guy he is. If those fucks from Mike’s ask him, I need to be a bitch.
Shit. Fuck. Damn it! I’m really gonna have to do this.

Snatching my clothes up off the floor, I quickly dress and grab the overnight bag I brought. I look at him with sad eyes. “Sorry.”

I can hear him calling me. I fucking hate this shit. I just left a great guy handcuffed to a fucking hotel bed.

Jumping in my car, I race to the warehouse. As I skid inside, Frank and Mitch are waiting for me. They’ve already gathered everything up to move out. Jumping out of the car, I raise my hands. “What the fuck?” Snatching a cigarette out of my pack, I light it.

Mitch is throwing shit in the trunk of his car. “The important shit from your apartment is in that box.” He points to a cardboard box. I see my suitcase next to it. “We figured out tonight there’s a damn leak at the State Attorney’s office. Some little bitch there is dating one of the fighters from Mike’s. Once we put a little pressure on her, she admitted to recently giving the fighter, Mike and Wes your information.”

“How long?” I stand with my hands on my hips and my foot tapping.

Frank looks up to me with sad eyes.

I grit my teeth and exhale smoke. “How fucking long?! How fucking long have they known?! Tell me now, damn it!”

Mitch sighs. “At least a week. I think they hoped you’d get clipped in that shooting at the club the other night.”

I walk over and kick an empty box. “FUCK! I’ve worked on this case for almost a fucking year! A year of my goddamn life is gone. I haven’t talked to my mother in two fucking months. My nieces won’t even know who in the hell I am.” I throw my hands in the air. “And it’s all over because some fucking cunt that works for the state has a taste for bad boys and can’t keep her legs or mouth shut.” I slam my hand into the hood of the piece of shit Honda. “Where is that bitch now? I’m going to kick her fucking ass! I just left an innocent guy handcuffed to a fucking bed for crying out loud!”

Mitch shakes his head. “She’s in protective custody. She’s going to testify, but we have to get you out of here now.”

Grabbing my box and suitcase with my cigarette held firmly between my lips, I walk over to my personal vehicle that’s been covered in here the entire time. Setting my things down, I grab the cover and pull it off. There she is, my dark blue sixty-nine Chevelle. My dad and I restored her together. I shake my head and open the trunk to put my cover and other things in it. Taking a long draw off of my cigarette, I look over at Frank and Mitch.