breasts, and two nibbles on her neck. I can even fuck her in front of them. But they would just look at that as a free fucking show. These fuckers don't respect me enough to back off my girl. But if she claims me? All bets are off.
She's not flirting. She's not even playing tonight. Right now, Cecelia Santos is sending a loud message.
“Hey, baby,” I say to her and she smiles so big and bright for me. It makes my heart thump and my breath catch. Cecelia hasn't given me one of those smiles in years.
“Hey, back.” She leans in, her lips brushing against mine so softly it makes me want more. Her brown eyes flicker toward the audience I'm sure we have and a wicked grin paints her lips. “I missed you this morning. It sucks you had to work so early. I wanted to feel you inside me before I had to go to work.”
I gulp. I'm trying to not harden at her words, but I wish I could've been buried inside her too. It felt so good waking up beside her again that I almost called in just to lose myself in her. But while I make good bank fighting, I have a regular job. It's not the most glamorous but it keeps me looking straight and narrow. Unfortunately, Chicago tends to have bitterly cold winters, so fighting helps me save some extra cash during the times I can’t work my regular job.
Celia is a little luckier. Being a bartender at Coco Pazzo, a swanky French restaurant a bit of a ride from our Bridgeport living quarters is better than the cold. Her job is okay and all. It has its moments. Like the guys who flirt with her incessantly, or having to schmooze with the rich bastards of Chicago, but at least it's year round.
“How was work,” I ask as I start stretching to loosen my muscles. It'll be a few before I fight Silas, but for some reason coming off one fight right into another is always easier than waiting. At least for me.
“It was okay, I guess.” She looks toward the guys, watches them as they go back to fighting without the punches, their mouths and words doing all the work. Stretch has joined, as has Kiko and Fife. The only one missing tonight is Brutal because his girl is due to give birth to their second child sometime soon.
“Just okay?” I prod as Celia helps rub my arms down.
“That skeezy guy was back tonight. Had to get Jeena to cover my side cause he wouldn't leave me alone.” She shivers and I can’t help my muscles locking down. It pisses me off to no end that some fucker has started bothering her, at work no less, and there’s nothing I can do. It's not like I can pay her a visit anymore. For one, my looks alone, with the tattoos and the new piercings I got in my lip are enough to keep me out. But there's also the matter of a suit; I still don’t own one and they have a dress code.
Since Trey doesn’t work all the time now that he’s apparently heading up their security, I can’t just get by because I’ve got a fan watching the door. It blows. I’m mean it’s great for him, having the opportunity, but it fucking sucks for me. Not to mention I appreciated having him keep an eye out when I couldn’t. Not that he knew that’s how I felt, but still.
I open my mouth to say something but close it quickly. The look on Celia’s face has me chastised before I even have a chance to deserve it. “Whatever you're thinking, stop it now.”
“This fucking sucks, Celia. What am I supposed to do here? I mean I know you can handle yourself, and I'm so glad for that, but baby, don't you get it? I see you in a situation that is way fucking below ideal and I wanna fix it for you.” I've taken her hands, caressing the soft skin of her wrists. From all appearances Cecilia Santos looks delicate, but she's probably the strongest person I know. “I want to help you not have to deal with this guy anymore.”
She looks toward the guys still arguing and the cluster of females gathered around them now. A heavy sigh leaves her pink painted lips. “I know you want to help, but I can't lose this job, Chace.
She's not flirting. She's not even playing tonight. Right now, Cecelia Santos is sending a loud message.
“Hey, baby,” I say to her and she smiles so big and bright for me. It makes my heart thump and my breath catch. Cecelia hasn't given me one of those smiles in years.
“Hey, back.” She leans in, her lips brushing against mine so softly it makes me want more. Her brown eyes flicker toward the audience I'm sure we have and a wicked grin paints her lips. “I missed you this morning. It sucks you had to work so early. I wanted to feel you inside me before I had to go to work.”
I gulp. I'm trying to not harden at her words, but I wish I could've been buried inside her too. It felt so good waking up beside her again that I almost called in just to lose myself in her. But while I make good bank fighting, I have a regular job. It's not the most glamorous but it keeps me looking straight and narrow. Unfortunately, Chicago tends to have bitterly cold winters, so fighting helps me save some extra cash during the times I can’t work my regular job.
Celia is a little luckier. Being a bartender at Coco Pazzo, a swanky French restaurant a bit of a ride from our Bridgeport living quarters is better than the cold. Her job is okay and all. It has its moments. Like the guys who flirt with her incessantly, or having to schmooze with the rich bastards of Chicago, but at least it's year round.
“How was work,” I ask as I start stretching to loosen my muscles. It'll be a few before I fight Silas, but for some reason coming off one fight right into another is always easier than waiting. At least for me.
“It was okay, I guess.” She looks toward the guys, watches them as they go back to fighting without the punches, their mouths and words doing all the work. Stretch has joined, as has Kiko and Fife. The only one missing tonight is Brutal because his girl is due to give birth to their second child sometime soon.
“Just okay?” I prod as Celia helps rub my arms down.
“That skeezy guy was back tonight. Had to get Jeena to cover my side cause he wouldn't leave me alone.” She shivers and I can’t help my muscles locking down. It pisses me off to no end that some fucker has started bothering her, at work no less, and there’s nothing I can do. It's not like I can pay her a visit anymore. For one, my looks alone, with the tattoos and the new piercings I got in my lip are enough to keep me out. But there's also the matter of a suit; I still don’t own one and they have a dress code.
Since Trey doesn’t work all the time now that he’s apparently heading up their security, I can’t just get by because I’ve got a fan watching the door. It blows. I’m mean it’s great for him, having the opportunity, but it fucking sucks for me. Not to mention I appreciated having him keep an eye out when I couldn’t. Not that he knew that’s how I felt, but still.
I open my mouth to say something but close it quickly. The look on Celia’s face has me chastised before I even have a chance to deserve it. “Whatever you're thinking, stop it now.”
“This fucking sucks, Celia. What am I supposed to do here? I mean I know you can handle yourself, and I'm so glad for that, but baby, don't you get it? I see you in a situation that is way fucking below ideal and I wanna fix it for you.” I've taken her hands, caressing the soft skin of her wrists. From all appearances Cecilia Santos looks delicate, but she's probably the strongest person I know. “I want to help you not have to deal with this guy anymore.”
She looks toward the guys still arguing and the cluster of females gathered around them now. A heavy sigh leaves her pink painted lips. “I know you want to help, but I can't lose this job, Chace.
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