Lesson For Lox (Marco's MMA Boys) (2 page)

“Hey, girl. Good to see you got out okay.”

“Yeah, not my first time fleeing a club, unfortunately. You didn’t need me to stay for anything, did you?”

He shakes his head. “No, just keep a look out. It got a little crazy in there tonight. The town’s flooded with fighters all hopped up on shit. They come into my club and start trying to compare dick sizes or something.” I notice him looking at the envelope on the opposite seat.

I try to move on to something else. “Oh, is the club going to be open tomorrow night?”

“We should be. Why, do you want to work?” he asks, playing with my hair.

“Oh no, I was just making sure you didn’t need me. I got asked out on a date earlier, just needed to give him an answer.”

He brushes my arm with his big hand. “Nah, we should be good. Go enjoy yourself.”

I give him a slight smile. “Thanks, Wes.”

He steps back, waving at me. I leave the parking lot and looking up, I notice him watching me leave. I shake it off, he probably is involved in this shit. I’m starving so I pull into a Sonic Drive-In down the street to order some food and read my message.

I quickly order a hamburger combo and light a smoke.

Tugging the paper from the envelope, it reads:

Zanne,

Your mother and I miss you very much. We were looking through some old photos while moving and found some you just have to see. Swing by our new place and we’ll catch up.

Love,

Daddy

I have to giggle at the thought of him signing it “Daddy”. This has been the way we work. They leave me a note like they’re my parents, with key phrases and words. I need to go by and look at some new surveillance photos at our new warehouse. I cram the letter beside my seat and take the food as the girl gives it to me.

Driving across town at this time of night is so much easier than during the day. Once I reach the warehouse, I punch in the code and drive in.

The two wise guys behind the note are staring at me. Grabbing my food and drink, I get out of the car.

Frank and Mitch look at me and Mitch speaks. “What, no food for us?”

“Did you just have to take your clothes off in front of a bunch of horny pervs?” I glance around. “No, didn’t think so.” I pinch Mitch’s cheek. “Daddy.” I notice the two large pizza boxes that are almost empty and shake my head.

We all laugh for a few minutes while scarfing down some food. They pull out a bunch of pictures.

Frank points to one of the photos. “So we think we have narrowed it down to Mike’s Gym.” I see some of the guys I know from the club. They’re regulars, but they weren’t there tonight.

I nod, sipping from my drink. “Yeah, that guy,” I say pointing to one of the guys in the pictures from Mike’s, “he’s been known to get a little rough with a couple of the girls at the club. They’re pretty sure he’s got roid rage, along with a nose candy problem. None of the girls will be in a private room with him no matter how much money he offers, if that says anything.”

Mitch studies me. “What does the club owner say about that? It can’t be good for business.”

“It’s not and from what I gather, he’s not happy about it. He tries to talk every new girl into dancing for him but most of the other girls warn them as soon as they start, so he hasn’t had any luck. But I think I’ve found a little inside track.”

Frank looks at me. “Well, are you going to share this with us?”

I crunch on my ice, driving Mitch crazy. “Well, tonight I met some guys from another gym out of town just here for the fights. They’re from a gym down around Gainesville. Some of the guys from Mike’s sent them to the club tonight. They invited me to be their guest at the fights this weekend.”

“Do you think they’re supplying or being mules for the locals?” Mitch asks, shoving a cold slice of pizza in his mouth.

I roll my shoulders. “Not sure. I don’t think so, but I’ve been wrong before.” I think about the last guy I dated, back when I actually tried to date.

“Do you feel good about going off with them tomorrow night?” Frank says, gathering up the pictures.

“I told them I would meet them. You know I’m not keen on getting in the car with people who may or may not be involved, but these guys seem on the up and up. I can tell the one who did most of the talking tonight is the serious one. He’s who I’m ‘talking’ to.” I sit back in the chair, “They look laid back, not living above their means. The guys from here try to look like high rollers.”

Mitch nudges my shoulder. “Sounds good, girl, just be careful and keep us up to date.”

I light a cigarette and take a deep drag. “I should be fine,” I say, getting in my car. They both nod as Mitch hits the button for me to pull out of the warehouse.

Driving back to the shit-tastic apartment I’m having to live in, I look up and notice the same set of headlights have been following me from just outside of the gated area of the warehouse. Yep, it’s time to switch up a little. I may just be paranoid but in my world, being paranoid is necessary. I turn on a street without signaling. Watching in my rearview mirror, I see that the car doesn’t follow me.
Figures.
My cover here is solid, it goes deep. Even if they run a background check on me, it’s solid. Well,
Zanne’s
background is anyway, it’s just sketchy enough not to cause suspicion. Finally pulling up to the crappy apartment, I get out with my keys in hand and quickly let myself in. After a nice long shower, I lie naked across the bed. The sexy stranger with beautiful eyes from tonight takes over my thoughts. Not being able to go to sleep, I find the only boyfriend who doesn’t talk back. Prepping myself with my finger and picturing the lean fighter, I place B.O.B. at my entrance. I keep going until my toes curl and I’m moaning out the word
Storm
. As per usual, that helps me doze off rather quickly. 

***

W
aking up to my phone chirping isn’t unusual, but what is unusual is I’m excited about it for some reason when I see it’s from Lox.

He’s letting me know what time to meet up with them at the arena this afternoon. Reaching into the false bottom desk drawer, I pull out my agency laptop and fire it up. I’m always careful about what I leave lying around in this apartment. If anyone broke in, it would be my ass on the line if they found something they shouldn’t. I log into our database and do a search for Lox Storm.

Loxley Michael Storm, A.K.A. Lox Storm

He’s twenty-three, never really been into trouble, just some stuff when he was a juvenile. Works for a shipping company full-time, as well as being an amateur fighter. Raised by a single mom, she’s been a nurse most of his life.

He doesn’t seem like the type to get involved with drugs. He’s much too steady for that.

Shutting the computer down, I put it back in the drawer and get up to start the day with a little promise for the afternoon. Maybe a little roll with him is just what I need to clear my head. No strings attached, he’ll leave on Sunday and I won’t have to deal with it again.

“S
o what time is that girl from last night gonna meet up with you?” Huck asks as he pounds on the bag, until he stops to hold it for me.

As I start, I don’t even look at him. “She’s gonna be here a few hours before the fight.” I’m so busy remembering her naked body, the way she worked the stage, I don’t even notice Sly come in.

He slaps my shoulder as he walks in the room. “So are you gonna hit that?”

I roll my eyes, focusing my attention back on the bag. “If I do, I’m not telling your ass. That’s just a jackass thing to do.”

Sly laughs, “Oh, because you are such a gentleman, Lox.” He makes a sound while rolling his eyes. “I’ve watched you fuck someone before.”

I shake my head. “Only because you walked in as we were too heavy into it to stop. Also, you’re a really sick fuck.”

Huck sticks his fist out for me to bump it. “You got that right.”

Sly pops my ass with a towel as he walks out. “Whatever.”

My phone pings and I pick it up to read the text.

ZANNE: Is it okay if I come on by now? I’d like to hang out before the fight.

I grin, staring at the phone.

ME: Sure come on. I’d like that too.

“I’m gonna go shower real quick so she and I can hang out,” I call out as I leave the room.

“Good, get rid of some of that tension!” Huck yells as I leave.

Oh, I intend to.

***

“O
h god, right there, don’t stop. Fuck me harder, Storm!” She’s against a vanity in our locker room.

We both come to a sudden stop when we hear a noise. She looks at me panicked. “What was that?” she whispers.

“I don’t know.” I try to peer around the corner while still inside of her.

“Did you lock the door?” she whispers again.

I get a little aggravated. “Yes, I locked the fucking door. I’m not an idiot.” I don’t see anything or anyone. “It was nothing.”

I lean down and take her breast into my mouth. It doesn’t take us long to get right back where we were.

“I-I I’m gonna come!” she screams.

Pulling back out, I slam into her three more times before she screams, tightening around my cock. “Fuck!” I yell as I come.

I lean down and kiss her on the mouth. “Damn, girl. I should be plenty relaxed for my fight tonight.”

She grins. “You are surely welcome. I needed to blow off a little steam myself.”

“Happy to help. Hell, I’ll be happy to help you out again later tonight,” I say as I nibble her ear lobe.

She whispers back in my ear, “Sounds like a plan.” She giggles. “But you better get cleaned up before we make a huge mess.”

I slowly pull out, ridding myself of the condom and tossing it in the trash. “That’s not really how I intended to hang out with you this afternoon, but I can’t say I’m sorry I did.”

Laughing, she cleans up and starts to put her clothes back on. “No big deal, I know you didn’t really plan that. I didn’t either.”

“Hey, I just don’t want you to think that I was only concerned about sex with you. I’m not like that. I mean we both know this is just for this weekend, we’re adults, but normally I at least know a girl’s last name before I fuck her.”

She smiles, sticking her hand out. “Zanne Kelly.” I grasp it with mine and it feels strong, but yet so small in comparison to mine. “Nice to meet you,” she flirts back.

I grin, “The pleasure is all mine.” Trying to make conversation, I try to be casual. “So have you ever been to the fights before?”

She shakes her head. “No. Never have time.” She leans back against the wall, taking a moment to catch her breath it seems. “Plus, most of the fighters around here are kind of a pain in the ass. You know I see them at the club on a regular basis.”

I nod. “Yeah, I can see that. Some of them, especially that guy Trent. He seems like a tool. Your typical meathead fighter that gives the rest of us a bad name. We only hang out with those guys when we’re here or they come to our town. To be honest, I don’t really like them all that much.”

She nods, “Yeah, I can see why.”

Stopping, I turn back to her. “Do you think?” I shake my head. “Never mind.”

She steps toward me. “What?”

“I shouldn’t ask you this, but since you work at the club...are Mike’s guys part of the drug scene there?”

Before she can answer, I hear someone beating on the door. “Lox, open up you whore!”

Damn Sly. Once she’s dressed and I have a pair of gym shorts on, I swing the door open. “What, asshole?”

“Marco says it’s time to go weigh in. He also said, and I repeat word for word, ‘Tell him to get his dick cleaned up and be ready in ten.’ I’m just repeating.” He puts his hands up in defense because he knows I’m pissed.

I look over to Zanne, “Sorry.”

Sly grins, “Hey, you shouldn’t be sorry, man. It sounded like you were giving her the ride of her life back here.”

Fuck, we were loud. I’m not normally the one to act like this. I look apologetically at Zanne but she laughs it off. Looking over at Sly, she grins. “Yep, he did and I plan on taking that ride a couple of more times before you guys leave town.”

Sly’s mouth drops open and I can tell he wants to say something back, but for the first time probably in his entire life...he’s speechless.

She pats his cheek as she walks by and glances back at me, “See you after your fight.”

After she leaves the locker room, he looks over at me. “Holy shit, dude, I think I just fell in love.”

I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Shut up, dipshit.” I shove him in the head as I walk by.

W
hy in the hell would he ask me about the drugs? That makes no fucking sense. He can’t be involved with these guys. He said he doesn’t like them. Maybe that’s just a cover. Maybe he’s just curious.

Walking down the hall from the locker rooms, I run into the asshole from Mike’s Gym, Trent. He grins. “Hey girl, what are you doing here?” he says, getting into my personal space.

I step back, trying to give off the signal that I want him to back off. “I was invited to come watch some friends fight.”

He puts his hand to his chest. “I’m kinda hurt. I’ve asked you several times to come watch me fight and it’s always a no.”

I give a polite smile. “Well, it just kind of worked out for tonight,” I say, trying to play anything he’s thinking off.

I’m a pretty tough woman, but this guy makes me nervous. I think it’s because he’s so unpredictable. In the year I’ve been working this case, I’ve witnessed his temper at the club and it’s not pretty.

“Oh,” he steps closer again. “Well, maybe we can hang out after the fights tonight. Since it
worked out
for you to be here tonight.” Lifting his hand, he brushes it down the side of my face and firmly wraps his hand around my arm. “I can smell your pussy, I know you want me.”

I snatch my arm away from him. “You’re smelling the sex I just had with someone else. It damn sure wasn’t you and it’ll never be you.”

His nostrils flare as he steps closer to grab my arm, but my instincts kick in and I thrust my palm up into his face, busting his nose. “Don’t touch me.”

He screams out, “You fucking bitch!” He balls his fist up and I see it coming, but before it can reach me, he’s snatched back by a guy they call Patch.