Romance: Sports Romance: ON SIDE (Secret Baby Pregnancy Football Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Fiction) by Raven Monet Page A
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somewhere.”
“Better we talk alone, in private,” I said. “I can come to you?”
She hesitated and seemed to be weighing the wisdom of a private meeting. Not that I could blame her. She hardly knew me. She had no idea what my intentions were. If it weren't for her relationship to Deacon, well, my intentions might not be the best. But again, I couldn't do that to Deacon.
“If my uncle trusts you to take over his gang – I guess I can trust you in my home,” she said.
For the first time, I noticed a sweet southern drawl in that voice of hers. So adorable and incredibly sexy. Not coming on to Ava would be even harder than I thought, but I needed to behave myself. Bro code. Don't sleep with the beloved niece of the man who raised you. That would get me in a heap of pain, and fast.
“You can trust me, Ava,” I said, hopping out of bed and looking at the ground for my clothes. July in the Midwest was hot as hell and this place lacked air conditioning. I pulled out a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt while we talked. “I'm loyal to Deacon, which means I'm loyal to your family. Your family is as important to me as mine was.”
“Or rather what's left of my family,” she muttered.
Her pain was all too real and I knew exactly what she was going through.
“I'm sorry about your family, Ava,” I said, stopping and running a brush through my hair. “I really am.”
“And I'm sorry to hear about yours, and what happened to you, Elias.”
There was a moment of silence as I hurried and got dressed. “I need an address,” I said.
“I'm staying at a hotel. The Grand Winchester in downtown – ”
“I know exactly where that is,” I said, remembering a few crazy nights I'd had over there. “I'll be there in just a few minutes.”
“See you soon,” she said before hanging up.
Yes, see you soon, Ava. I looked in the mirror one last time, noticing the thick, dark stubble on my chin and face. I should shave, but I didn't have time for it. Oh well, some chicks dug the facial hair – not that I should care what Ava was into. But it crossed my mind anyway.
Damn you, Elias. Behave yourself. You don't need to fuck every pretty girl who crosses your path.
But Ava wasn't like any other pretty girl. She was different. Like me. The only other hybrid I'd met. No, we weren't one and the same, but maybe she could answer some questions about what we were and what it meant. And who knew – maybe I could answer some of her questions about the man who killed her parents.
Chapter Six
AVA
I paced the length of my hotel room, looking out the window every time I heard a car door. But he wouldn't be riding in a car, would he? He was a biker. Not saying he never drove a car, but – hell, what did I know about bikers? Not a damn thing, that was for sure.
I yearned for home, but at the same time, this small town felt a lot like my home. My parents were from there, as was Deacon. We moved when I was younger, which was why I had to stay in this dingy hotel room. Truthfully, I wasn't sure I even had a home anymore. I couldn't go back to my old town – the place where my parents died. I couldn't go back to their home. I'd been living with them at the time, trying to save up money to move into my own place since college hadn't worked out so well for me.
I just wasn't the college type. Daddy said I reminded him of Deacon in that regard, and when he said it, I remembered that there was a pain in his eyes. Like he sensed there was something off about me. I'd always known something was off about me, but I learned to live with it. I was a fighter. My body yearned to move, to punch, to kick – I wasn't meant to sit at a desk all day.
My dream was to one day open my own kickboxing studio, but that day might never come now. I'd lost everything and everyone. I had nothing but this dingy hotel room and a house I'd never be able to return to.
The sound of an engine revving and shutting down caught my attention, pulled me back to the
“Better we talk alone, in private,” I said. “I can come to you?”
She hesitated and seemed to be weighing the wisdom of a private meeting. Not that I could blame her. She hardly knew me. She had no idea what my intentions were. If it weren't for her relationship to Deacon, well, my intentions might not be the best. But again, I couldn't do that to Deacon.
“If my uncle trusts you to take over his gang – I guess I can trust you in my home,” she said.
For the first time, I noticed a sweet southern drawl in that voice of hers. So adorable and incredibly sexy. Not coming on to Ava would be even harder than I thought, but I needed to behave myself. Bro code. Don't sleep with the beloved niece of the man who raised you. That would get me in a heap of pain, and fast.
“You can trust me, Ava,” I said, hopping out of bed and looking at the ground for my clothes. July in the Midwest was hot as hell and this place lacked air conditioning. I pulled out a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt while we talked. “I'm loyal to Deacon, which means I'm loyal to your family. Your family is as important to me as mine was.”
“Or rather what's left of my family,” she muttered.
Her pain was all too real and I knew exactly what she was going through.
“I'm sorry about your family, Ava,” I said, stopping and running a brush through my hair. “I really am.”
“And I'm sorry to hear about yours, and what happened to you, Elias.”
There was a moment of silence as I hurried and got dressed. “I need an address,” I said.
“I'm staying at a hotel. The Grand Winchester in downtown – ”
“I know exactly where that is,” I said, remembering a few crazy nights I'd had over there. “I'll be there in just a few minutes.”
“See you soon,” she said before hanging up.
Yes, see you soon, Ava. I looked in the mirror one last time, noticing the thick, dark stubble on my chin and face. I should shave, but I didn't have time for it. Oh well, some chicks dug the facial hair – not that I should care what Ava was into. But it crossed my mind anyway.
Damn you, Elias. Behave yourself. You don't need to fuck every pretty girl who crosses your path.
But Ava wasn't like any other pretty girl. She was different. Like me. The only other hybrid I'd met. No, we weren't one and the same, but maybe she could answer some questions about what we were and what it meant. And who knew – maybe I could answer some of her questions about the man who killed her parents.
Chapter Six
AVA
I paced the length of my hotel room, looking out the window every time I heard a car door. But he wouldn't be riding in a car, would he? He was a biker. Not saying he never drove a car, but – hell, what did I know about bikers? Not a damn thing, that was for sure.
I yearned for home, but at the same time, this small town felt a lot like my home. My parents were from there, as was Deacon. We moved when I was younger, which was why I had to stay in this dingy hotel room. Truthfully, I wasn't sure I even had a home anymore. I couldn't go back to my old town – the place where my parents died. I couldn't go back to their home. I'd been living with them at the time, trying to save up money to move into my own place since college hadn't worked out so well for me.
I just wasn't the college type. Daddy said I reminded him of Deacon in that regard, and when he said it, I remembered that there was a pain in his eyes. Like he sensed there was something off about me. I'd always known something was off about me, but I learned to live with it. I was a fighter. My body yearned to move, to punch, to kick – I wasn't meant to sit at a desk all day.
My dream was to one day open my own kickboxing studio, but that day might never come now. I'd lost everything and everyone. I had nothing but this dingy hotel room and a house I'd never be able to return to.
The sound of an engine revving and shutting down caught my attention, pulled me back to the
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