Her Tattooed Savior (New Adult Wrestling Erotic Romance) by Selena Storm Page A

were paper thin and she knew her neighbors could hear him every time
he lost his temper, but no one ever called the cops. What good would it have
done with Ronnie’s dad as sheriff? Even if someone came, they’d just leave
again. It had happened before and it’s what would happen again.
    “What?” Mandy sniffed as she cowered in the corner of her living room.
“He knows?”
    “Who do you think has been making the meth?” Ronnie laughed in her
face. “Of course he knows! I just give my old man enough to keep him quiet and
he keeps the cops off our backs. You better keep your stupid mouth shut. No cop
is going to help you if you tell anyone.”
    She knew he was right and she shuddered as he stormed out of her
apartment. Mandy knew meth had become a huge problem in Alabama, but she didn’t
think anyone she knew personally was a user. A few customers at the diner were
obviously smoking it, but to know Ronnie was the one making it? She’d gripped
her knees and spent the night curled up on the floor, unsure what to do.
    It had been four days since that night, but she knew he would pretend
it never happened and pick her up like normal for the plans they’d made over a
week ago. He’d gotten tickets to a wrestling event in Montgomery, but he’d
never told her how. Now she suspected it was something to do with the meth.
    Ronnie had insisted that she attend the show with him and his buddies.
She hated his friends, she always had and she blamed them for his temper and
how he treated her when they were around. He was always at his worst when they
hung out with his friends and now she’d have to spend an hour in the car with
the lot of them and pretend she was having a great time.
    Though she wasn’t a wrestling fan, Ronnie had bought her a t-shirt a
couple years back and she’d dug it out of her closet. It was a little snug over
her full breasts, but it was looser in the waist. She paired it with denim
shorts, it was too hot out for much else, and a pair of flip flops. It wasn’t
classy, but it seemed appropriate for the event.
    From outside, Mandy heard the horn of Ronnie’s old white Cadillac blare
so she knew he’d arrived. In a last ditch effort, she styled her sandy blonde
hair so it covered her cheek enough to hide the last of the bruise and she took
the stairs down to meet her boyfriend and his friends.
    The car was packed with guys and she shoved her way into the middle of
the backseat. She had to sit between Craig and his brother Bill, two men she’d
despised since childhood, but she kept her lips shut and tried to stay
unnoticed for the hour drive into the city. With so many people in the car, she
knew it was unsafe, but what cop would pull them over? She just had to pray
that Ronnie was sober enough to drive them there. The way home would be a
different matter, but she’d worry about that later.
    By some miracle they made it safely into Montgomery and Ronnie found
his way to the stadium. Parking was twenty dollars and he demanded that Mandy
cough up the cash as they waited in line with the other cars to get entrance
into the parking lot. He was always demanding she pay for stuff and she pulled
a twenty from her purse and handed it to him without protest. None of his
friends ever paid for anything, but he had almost broken her wrist the one time
she’d mentioned it. She never asked about it again after that.
    The white and teal coliseum was lit up like she’d never seen before.
She’d only been to a few shows there as a teen, but she’d never seen it lit up
like it was for the wrestling event. There were people everywhere and fans were
screaming as they walked towards the entrance. Spotlights shined high in the
sky and eighties rock music was blaring from speakers. If she had to guess,
Mandy thought there had to be twenty thousand people there and suddenly she
thought, What if I just walked away and got lost in the crowd?
    It wasn’t the first time she’d had a thought like that, but they