UNBROKEN: A Bad Boy MMA Romance (Midwest Alphas) (Book 2)
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Authors: Tabatha Kiss
Contents
Chapter 1: The Alpha And His Dame
Chapter 2: We're Not Like Other Couples
Chapter 5: The Old-Fashioned Way
Chapter 15: Everyone's Got Their Demons
UNBROKEN:
A BAD BOY MMA ROMANCE
MIDWEST ALPHAS | BOOK 2
by Tabatha Kiss
WARNING:
This novel contains explicit descriptions of
erotic and sexual acts that some may find offensive,
including perverse adult language.
Reader discretion advised.
This is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences only.
Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
No characters engaging in sexual acts are blood related.
All sexual activity detailed within is consensual and
all participants are of legal age.
Text and Story Copyright © 2015 Tabatha Kiss
All Rights Reserved.
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Chapter 1
The Alpha And His Dame
“Claire Holloway,” Amy pulls me in a little closer, “I would like to formally introduce you to Lillian Tombs.”
Lillian stares down at me like a cat would stare at a ball of yarn. “This is your recruit?” she asks Amy, her brown eyes never straying from mine.
“Yes, ma’am,” Amy says.
“She looks young,” Lillian notes. “How old are you?” she asks me.
“Eighteen,” I answer.
Her eyebrow twitches. “That’s young. Does your mother know you’re out so late?” she quips from the corner of her mouth.
I clear my throat and remember what Amy told me before we walked in here. Stand up tall. Don’t smile unless Lillian does. Answer her questions and say nothing else. “My mother lives in Chicago, ma’am,” I say.
“And what brought you down to the Ozarks?” she asks.
“I…” My voice falls. I take a quick breath. “I had a substance abuse problem, so I was sent down to live with my stepfather’s brother. He set me straight.”
Lillian takes a step back. “What’s his name?” she asks as she pivots on her heeled boots and walks across the office towards her desk.
“Charlie Eastwood.”
She pauses, hovering slightly in the air as she sits down in her chair. “Your stepfather is Thomas Eastwood?” she asks, her eyes piercing me.
“Yes, ma’am,” I say, watching her closely.
Lillian leans back in her chair and crosses her arms about her chest. Her eyes wander the room as deep thoughts lie trapped in her mind. “Hmm…” she finally hums.
“Do you know him?” I ask. I see Amy go tense out of the corner of my eye.
Lillian chews on her lip. “Your substance problem—” she says. “Is it over?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I say, disappointed that she ignored my question.
“You’re sure?” she asks. “I expect very few things from my Dames, but keeping clean is one of them.”
“It’s over,” I say.
Her eyes fall on Amy again. “You will take responsibility if she’s lying?”
“I’m not lying,” I say.
“
Claire
…” Amy warns me with a quick smile. She looks at Lillian. “Yes, of course.”
Lillian leans back in her chair, amusement glazing her perfectly lined eyes. “So, you’re the
Alpha’s
girl…” she muses.
The Alpha.
Tobias.
“Yes, ma’am,” I say with pride.
She stands up off her chair and strides back around to the front of her desk. “Any chance he will change his mind and compete this year?”
“You’d have to ask him,” I say, “but I don’t think he’s interested.”
“Pity,” she spits. “He was something else…”
“Still is.”
Lillian smirks at me with thick, red-painted lips. “I thought you’d be taller…” Her eyes drift towards Amy. “She can shadow you for the season, but I make no promises for her future.”
Amy nods. “Yes, ma’am.”
Lillian grabs a clipboard off her desk and looks back at me. “Convince him to fight and you just might change my mind.”
I open my mouth to speak, but a warning glance from Amy leaves me silent.
“Well, honey,” Lillian chuckles, “you’re not
uninteresting
.”
I stare back at her, unsure of what to say.
***
“What did she mean by that?” I ask Amy as we leave Lillian’s office. I pause, quickly forgetting which direction to go. One way will take us back to the night club and the other will lead us to the fighting arena, and that’s not somewhere I’m ready to walk into again just yet.
Amy shrugs. “No idea,” she says as she pulls her phone out of her purse. Her thumb swipes through her messages as she speaks. “But I guess you’re in. For now.”
“I have to shadow you?”
She nods, turning left. I follow her closely. “After my mother died, she made me shadow her for a season before she let me take over the Rolla branch. Standard procedure for new Dames. I wouldn’t sweat it.”
We walk down the bare hallway and the thumping bass gets louder with each step we take towards the double doors. I push them open and the dark nightclub pulls us in. The sudden shift in my senses brings me to a standstill. I close my eyes and let the change gradually take me over.
His fingers crawl around my wrist and a bolt of warm lightning travels up my arm. I turn to him and his handsome face comes into view from the shadows by the door.
Tobias.
“Hey,” I say, stepping towards him.
“How did it go?” he asks us.
Amy lowers her phone and the bright, white light abandons her face. “You’re looking at the Midwest Alphas’ newest Dame, Toby,” she gloats.
He nods, but says nothing.
“You look disappointed,” I note.
“No,” he says. “Just not surprised.”
“It sounded temporary,” I say above the loud music.
“It’s
not
,” Amy replies. “You can’t expect her to trust someone she just met. Lillian will come around.”
“I guess that makes sense,” I mutter, doubting every word of it.
“You’re damn right it does.” Amy slides her phone back into her purse. “Now, I’m going to get in a few dances. We drove all the way up here to St. Louis and I’m not leaving until I get a little partying in.” She extends her hand. “Care to join me?”
I shake my head and smile. “No, thanks. Just let us know when you’re ready to go.”
“Suit yourselves.” She flashes us a wink and disappears into the pulsating crowd.
I turn back to Tobias. My eyes have finally adjusted to the dim lighting and I can see his green eyes staring back at me in the darkness. His black hair blends with the wall behind him, trimmed short and neatly styled. My gaze falls down his body and I bite my lip.
“What?” he asks me, grinning wide.
I scan back up his jet black suit jacket. “Nothing,” I smile. A first, I thought the suit would look ridiculous, but Tobias insisted on it. He’s my bodyguard, after all. He wanted to look the part and now that I’ve gotten a decent look at it, I’m definitely not complaining. “Lillian wants me to convince you to fight again,” I tell him.
“What did you say?” he asks.
“I didn’t.”
He nods and leads me with him into the abandoned dark corner of the club. “Do you want me to fight again?” he asks, leaning me back against the wall.
His lips graze my neck, sending quick shivers down my spine. “I want you to do what you want to do,” I answer.
Tobias presses his body to mine and brushes his fingers under my chin to tilt my face up towards his. “I asked what
you
wanted,” he says, his lips grazing mine.
I sigh as his touch lingers on my thigh. His fingers push up my shirt, obscured by the dark shadows of the club. My eyes glance around his shoulder, cautious of onlookers. “I like watching you fight,” I say, “but I’d never ask you to.”
He pushes in to give me a firm kiss. I feel his lips curling against mine, a smile meant only for me.
With a quick jerk, he turns me around to face the wall. I lose my breath and it stays lost as his lips attack my neck, leaving tiny bites along my flesh as he goes. A moan escapes my throat and fades off into the loud air around us. His hand moves along my abdomen and he pulls me in closer to him so I can feel his hard desire pressing against my rear from within his pants.
I lean back and smile.
He grips my face with his strong fingers and pulls me back for another sweet kiss. I fall even further into his embrace, my own passions running wild for him. My eyes open and I glance around at the faces of the crowd, each one of them focused on their own good time.
All except for one.
I jolt in Tobias’ arms as the face comes into view of the vibrating lights.
Rick.
Fear clenches my chest. I step away from Tobias, blinking quickly to wet my drying eyes.
“Claire?”
I hear Tobias’ voice, but it sounds so far from me. I look for Rick’s face in the crowd once more, but I’ve lost him in the haze of lights and music. I can still feel him, watching and waiting. My side twitches, recalling the feel of his blade against my skin. I step into the lights and curse under my breath.
He’s gone.
“Claire?”
Tobias grips my arm and pulls me back. “What’s wrong?”
I pull my eyes away to look at him. “I’m sorry,” I whisper beneath the pulsing music. “I just… thought I saw someone I knew.”
Tobias looks over my head, his strong jaw clenched tightly with concern.
I throw on a forced smile. “I’m fine,” I tell him, but I can’t stop my heart from pounding against my chest.