“Speak. Before I make you choke on your own tongue.”
“Touchy, touchy. I heard the other Ring Girls talking earlier this afternoon. Seems my baby RyRy has been set up for a match on Saturday. Since my baby has been tricked by that wicked bitch, and thinks she’s ‘his girl,’ I would bet my tits that she’ll be at the fight.”
Now that…thatis something I can work with. “Confirm that she’ll be attending. The lure of a good fist fight would be something she can’t resist. The darkness I’ve cultivated would be drawn to it, needing to get up close to see, and when she does… I have the perfect welcome home gift.”
A grin creeps across my face, slow and calculated as the plan begins to form within my mind. A cynical sneer created in both the anticipation of snatching mylittle pet project back, and the joy of getting my revenge for her escape. Hanging up with Blondie, I immediately dial Jack. I’m going to need some special supplies brought in, and fast.
Just you wait, Addison Grant. Saturday you’ll be coming home to me.
Whether you want to or not.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Mikayla
Saturday has come around a lot quicker than I thought it would.
After telling me about his match—which consisted of him running full force into the locked door of my room—my excitement sky-rocketed, shooting straight through me like a missile. I had been itching to see one of the guys fights, see them in action, but I didn’t want them to seeher—the darkness drawn to battle.
The thrill that takes over when combat commences, the perfect hum of a watching crowd. I’ve been nearly purring in anticipation all week, waiting for this night.
I expect to be extremely aroused by watching Ry in his element. His muscles gleaming, dripping with sweat under the heat of the lights. Skin marked and torn with war wounds, scars shining against the hue of his torso. Blood hitting the mat when raw strength overtakes our bodies frail nature. His resilience, his power, and did I mention the muscles?
Yup. My pussy is ravenous from just the thoughts of tonight.
Ryder mentioned needing to be at the arena early. Tommy requested a meeting to go over some details and paperwork, but truthfully I wasn’t listening to the reason. This, of course, left the four of us to get ourselves there in my brand new—at least to me—purple jeep.
Now that was a whole-ass shocker.
After having dodged a barrage of questions again, regarding where I’ve been and what I’ve done over the last twelve years, and expertly re-directing the conversation back to our unwelcome house guest, the guys felt we needed something to lift the mood.
That evening, after dragging me from the comforts of my mattress, Zane and Max wrap a blindfold around my face before each grabbing one of my arms. Them cutting off all my sight nearly threw me into a panic attack, my heart rate elevating to levels a doctor would faint at. Turns out, I don’t like having any particular one of my senses cut off. If it wasn’t for the trust I have for the two men holding onto me, I probably would have thrown a fit, trying to remove the blindfold.
They direct me through the house, as I try to keep tabs on the turns they take. Since I’ve only been here for less than a week—and that’s not even in one stint—I’m beyond lost as to where we are by the time we arrive wherever they brought me.
The wind outside howls as it slashes against the sides of the house, and a thrumming sound flows through the space, like a light bulb hasn’t been properly screwed in. Taken through a door, the air shifts, a chill settling in around us.
There’s a low murmur of conversation, which leads me to believe Kade and Ry are here as well, but they still haven’t told me what’s happening. Or why I need to be blind for it.
“Okay, what’s all this for? What’s going on?” I ask, the impatience finally overtaking my control.
“We didn’t get to show you this before you tried to leave again.” That's definitely Zane, who clearly still disapproves of my mad-dash as he squeezes my arm.
“Anyway… we thought now would be as good of a time as any,” Kade continues hesitantly.
With silent and delicate movements that should be near impossible for four large, fully grown men, they manage to leave my side. Their voices now echoing from the other side of the room, saying I can remove the scarf around my eyes.
When the fabric falls away from my face, I can finally blink open to see we’re standing in the middle of the garage. This is a room that, for whatever reason, I’ve never felt the need to spend much time in—even being Max’s usual space. Looking at my men, who now stand in a perfect line up, my brow cocks with silent questions. Mostly wondering about what the fuck this is and if I should have each one of them checked for mental stability.
They stand there, silent, unmoving, staring at me with grins so large and bright, you’d think they were auditioning for a toothpaste commercial. It takes a moment, before Kade moves away from the others, pushing a button against the wall. The sound of gears turning, and mechanics shifting draws my eyes to the floor behind them, as it begins to open.
The guys split, their eyes not leaving me as what can only be a vehicle covered in a black drop-cloth rises out of the hole in the floor. Other than the obvious curiosity as to how large that hole is, and why I didn’t notice the seams in the floor, my gaze flickers between the guys, landing on a moving Max.
He grabs the corner of the cloth, swiftly pulling it to the side, and revealing the most gorgeous purple Jeep Wrangler. Instantly, my eyes are blurred with tears, as I take shaky steps forward. They remembered. All these years, something as small and simple as a car I declared wanting only a handful of times. A dream that meant nothing to them, affected them in no way, but was the thing I strived for—they made it come true.
“Taadaaa!” Max exclaims, jazz hands and all. “It’s all yours, Bear!”
A very girly, very inhuman scream rips from my throat as Kade tosses the keys my way and I rush to get inside.
