TateAfter running two miles I shower, letting the hot water set into my aching calves. I only had to stop ten times while I heaved for breath. I fell once bruising and skinning my knee, and my toes are aching from my tight tennis shoes.I'm really out of shape.Pulling on my sports bra, and loose cross back tank top, I head out the door to my dad's house.I'm dreading this dinner. It won't go well, I don't know why Journey insists on us doing this family thing. We aren't a family anymore, not since mom died.Passing Camden's parent's house the moving truck is gone today, but his sexy car is still in the drive way. Hurt aches in my chest as I think about never being his again. When I moved to LA, it hurt and it was the toughest thing I've ever done breaking ties with Camden, I always thought in my head that maybe one day we'd get back together. That hope laced itself in my soul severed last night. Reality punching me in the gut at full force. I lost the only boy I ever
CamdenA commotion next door grabs my attention. There's yelling and cursing, all coming from Tate's house. Setting my dinner aside I peek through the curtains and find two people in Tate's front yard. It's so dark I can't make out what is going on, but it doesn't look good.Turning the porch light on, I step outside, the unmistaken sound of a fist connecting with bone being heard and a rush of energy surges through me.Moving quick off the porch steps, I head onto the Davis's yard, and my heart stops. A big mother fucker has Tate pinned to the ground, and is trying to secure her hands above her head. My eyes widen and mouth parts as I start that way, ready to end the life of whoever is on top of her. Her wrists being so tiny, she slips through and punches the guy in the face so hard he wavers. Like a match igniting gasoline I sprint forward. The need to protect Tate my only thought, bad blood between us is history. Nobody touches her but me.He thrusts his fist right int
17 Years OldTate"I don't think this is a good idea Camden." Biting my nails I eye the green T-bird."Babe, how are you ever going to learn if you don't try?" Camden, opens the driver side door with a lazy grin spreading across his face. His blond hair is long and falling in his eyes effortlessly. Seriously, how did I get so lucky to land the ruggedly good looking Camden Steel? Of course I don't ask him that, his ego is big enough. I've had my permit for a while now, but with mom's death I just didn't ever get around to getting my license. Camden has been up my ass about getting it."What if I wreck it?" I worry. "Then, you've added some character to it," he laughs.Knowing I'm not going to get out of this, I slide behind the wheel. The seats are clothed and soft, and the steering wheel is worn from previous drivers. It took Camden years of saving to get a car. He's worked at a mechanic shop learning how to fix cars, and has saved every pay check.Turning the key in the
TateSitting in the waiting room, Journey eyes me from across the room."What?" I can't help the venom dripping from my voice. I can't believe she brought that punk to dinner. If she would have just listened to me the first time, and stayed away from Scotty, this would have never happened. "I'm sorry," she mumbles under her breath. She looks down, her blonde hair shielding her face.Sitting forward, I rest my elbows on my knees. My anger dissolving instantly, I hate how she makes me feel like a jerk so easily."Don't be sorry, just... tell me you're done with that prick," I sigh.Her head jerks up. "Oh, I am so done," she chokes with emotion. Her eyes filling with tears.Nodding I rub at my left eye, the one Scotty managed to hit, it hurts."I've been hearing stories that you're out of control, Journey. How many guys have you been with Journey?" She crosses her arms, giving me a sideways glance. I feel like her mother, but if Dad isn't going to dive into her persona
Back at the house I head into my old bedroom. The idea of losing this place hurts. I grew up here, and have so many memories of mom here. Sighing I plop on my bed looking my room over. With everything that has happened I might stay here, keep a closer eye on dad. Pulling my phone out I text Chloe to let her know.Hey, so dad had a heart attack. -TWhat? I'll leave work now, I'm coming over. -CHe is fine and at the hospital for observation. -TYou sure? -CIt's a long story, I'll tell you about it later. I'm going to get my things and stay here though, keep an eye on things. -TOkay, I'll try and come over tomorrow?-CSounds good. -TStepping into my room it looks just like I left it. My hands slide against the wall where the paint is faded from an old poster. Glancing around the room my eyes land on the window, Camden's house is right next-door. The way he said I was his won't stop replaying through my mind over and over again. How he came to check on me, causing bu
Camden18 years oldPulling Tate close, I breathe her in. She leaves tomorrow, and it's literally ripping me apart. I want to kill her father for making her do this. He's sending her off to college. He is making her believe it's what her mother wanted, but I know it's because she looks just like her mom. Tate won't let me come with her either. I caught the interest of a coach at my last match, and if I can deliver in the next fight he has set up, it could mean big things for me. Because of this, Tate is refusing I follow her to LA.She says it would be good for us, to develop individually, to find ourselves without depending on the other. But how can I do anything without her? We've been inseparable since we were kids. I won't be able to do anything with-out seeing her face, hearing her laugh, or smelling her sweet perfume.I'd throw my future to be with her, because none of it matters without her.She stirs in her sleep, and my hands tighten on her naked breast, pulling h
TateSitting on the porch steps of my house I rub at my aching hands. Angry. What happened in the ring could have been avoided. If I had known Chase was going to act like that I would have been more alert, and could have had a better chance at standing my ground.My head falls in my hands and my phone beeps.I just fucked Jacki's boyfriend. Miss you. –Keegan.I laugh, and give a thumbs up before tucking the phone back in my pocket. I needed that laugh.Camden's car pulls into his drive, and he climbs out with ease. He's like a smooth panther. Graceful, but strong.His eyes spot mine, and I look down. Pretending not to be watching him. I hate that he had to stop the fight today. Seems he's always rescuing me.He walks onto my lawn, his gym back thrown over one shoulder."You okay?" he asks getting closer.Sucking in a breath I give a tight lipped smile."Oh, today? Yeah, I'm fine. No big deal." I play off, but my lip is definitely swollen.He raises a brow ca
TateI run two miles before the sun even rises. The whole time my feet plow into the asphalt I think about Camden training me.We will be so close in the ring. His body next to mine, the smell of him lingering on me for hours afterwards.I close my eyes turning onto my block. My mind battling with the pros and cons, but the only thing I can solely focus on is I'm going to be with Camden in a ring. Like old times. He may not want to be with me, and that hurts on a whole other lever. But this is the best move for my career. If anyone knows what it's like in the ring... it's Camden Steel.***Stepping into the gym I find Camden by the ring tapping his hands. It's just us at this early hour.His eyes rake me up and down and butterflies swarm in my stomach. I know he was watching me undress yesterday. I can't deny that I liked it. Though I wish I knew so I could have been a little sexier about it. My shirt got caught in my hair, and my shorts stuck to my sweaty thighs. My
Seven months laterI watch Camden fight in the ring. His body is sweaty, his muscles bulging as he circles the ring. He's the sexiest thing I've seen. We've been training side by side every day for the last six months. We found a trainer in LA and flew them to Chicago to prepare Camden and I. Camden for this fight, and I have a fight next month in Detroit. WE are doing it, we are making dreams come true. We just had to have each other to make it happen.The crowd is going wild, chanting Camden's name as he takes Jake the Snake to the ground. I stand on my toes my fingers crossed as I watch Camden. Camden still as he straddles Jake on the floor. He looks to the side, looking for me. His extra push.I shove past the MFC crew and into the stage lights where he can see me. I give my nod, and it's all he needs. He flips Jake into a Rear Naked Choke hold and Jake instantly taps out. Camden jumps to his feet in victory."YOU DID IT!!" I scream jumping up and down in my spot. Ca
One week later.CamdenHitting the bag I display I don't have cage rust, and can still fight. My new coach watches pensively, his eyes narrowed with focus. His name is Les and he's fifty-three years old, and a retired MMA fighter. He's strict, but has a lot of respect for the sport. "You definitely have a strong hit, Camden. Let's see what you have when it comes to grappling." Les points at a man standing outside the ring. "Camden, this is Franklin, he's going to be your own living breathing punching bag."Franklin is the same height as me, looks to be the same age. Only difference is he has a bleach blond pretty boy haircut, and an eagle tattooed on his chest. He'll be a good sparring buddy, but he's not Pinky. I should refer Pinky here, he'd have a much better outcome and he could be my personal sparring partner.Until then, this guy will have to do.Franklin tries to grab me and I turn on my feet putting him into a choke hold. He's not very quick, and doesn't seem very
TateThe next day I grab everything I have on The Underground, and shove it into an unmarked envelope. NDA, Rules, Plane ticket, all of it.Stamping the dorms address on the front, I drop it off at the post office and await for Keegan to get it.I may not be able to say a word about The Underground but what is stopping some college student who is looking for her shot at a news anchor position from getting some anonymous tip?The Underground hurt someone I love, and who knows how many people died after being put in the cage like savage animals. It has to stop.CamdenLying in bed I stare up at the dark ceiling. Thoughts of trying to get back in the octagon keeping me up.I didn't kill Chase, so maybe I can get back in the game.The thought circles in my mind like a horror show on repeat. Tate stirs next to me and I move my arm off of her, nervous I'm putting too much weight on her."Can't sleep?" she mumbles half asleep. I furrow my brows in thought."Do you th
TateThree Days LaterI lay in Camden's bed, my body aching from head to toe. The second day was the worst when it came to pain, and each day gets better but I still hurt. My bruises are black and purple and look horrible. Breathing is still a chore with it comes to my ribs too. It's going to take some time to heal from this one.My hands under my chin, I stare at the half empty duffle bag sitting on the floor across the room. I paid Dad's debt and the house. He doesn't know, and I don't plan on telling him. I'm hoping he just thinks the banks gave up trying to get money. If I told him I took care of everything he'd think of it as a handout when in reality I'm trying to keep us together. My family is too fragile to lose something so sentimental. It would break us all over again if we lost the house.Fingers walk up my spine, as Camden lays next to me on his bed. The hairs on my neck raise from the tickle they leave behind."How do you feel?" he whispers in my ear. His brea
TateCamden and I sit in the back of the car on the way to the air-port. I made Debs get her own ride in fear of me killing her before we reached the air-port. Upon leaving The Underground I can feel Camden's concern and worry dissipating into anger.He's going to be mad, but I'm just glad he knows."I can't believe you gave up the contract after all that," Camden mutters under his breath as he stares out the window."It was the right thing to do," I reply, looking at my feet.His head whips in my direction. His face turning into a blistering red."The right thing to do was to tell me about it! You lied! You fucking betrayed me... AGAIN!" I swallow, tears threatening to spill from bloodshot eyes. My heart beats against my chest in panic, looking for the words to defend my actions but they're lost. Every excuse floating in my head so fast I can't grab on to one."I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but you weren't completely honest with me either-" I cry."I've been complete
CamdenMy untapped fists drive into Chase's face one after another. So much anger and rage release through each it, I can't fucking stop.Each hit ricocheting from my knuckles up my wrist and forearm, the sound of skin against skin fueling me toward dominating this mother fucker.Nobody lays a hand on my woman.It's just monster against beast now.He struggles trying to block my hits but his weak attempts are no match for my experience.His legs come up trying to wrap around me and I anchor myself on top of him, he's not going anywhere.My vision turns red as rage takes over my original intent of being in this fucking cage. I came to protect Tate, but being in this ring the beast wants out. A feral roar rips up my throat as I grab hold of Chase's head ready to snap his life into nothing. Chase's mangled faces blurs into Bret's and I clinch my eyes shut. "You know what I think you're problem is? You're stuck in the past and can't move forward Camden. You have to forg
CamdenPissed that Tate hasn't even texted me back I throw the fucking phone across the gym as a roar erupts through my throat."Dude, what the fuck?" Cate lifts her hands up as she eyes my shattered phone.Swiping my hands through my hair I exhale an angry breath."I can't find Tate anywhere and she's not answering her phone." I inform frantically. I know she didn't leave town because all of her stuff is still at mine and her dads place. So where the fuck is she?Cate's eyes flick to the left way too quickly. Her part mouth and sudden tension telling me she knows something."Do you know where she is?" I ask more aggressively than I intended.She rubs at her forehead."Look, I heard Debs and Tate talking the other day and I heard she was fighting in a place in Nashville Tennessee-""A fight?" I step forward my heart skipping a beat. I didn't hear anything about a fight, surely Tate would have told me, why would she not?"Yeah, an underground one or something. I thou
TateThree weeks come and go. It's not been easy keeping this from Camden or my family. It's killing me. I feel like shit, and have almost told Camden on more than one occasion, but then I fear maybe something bad would happen to them if they did know. Thankfully with all the training I've been doing with Camden, and fucking, his mission of trying to figure out what I'm hiding as faded. I love being close to Camden when were naked and in bed, but it's a mere band aid to the guilt eating me from the inside out. Paranoia has me on edge, and constantly angry.I can't keep doing this. I'm going to tell Camden when I get back. I have to. I love him and don't want this to come between us. I don't want to lose him again. Not over this."You ready?" Debs asks grabbing her suitcase from the conveyer belt. The sound of airplanes and idle chit chat from the airport near deafening.I inhale a ragged breath and grab my bags as well."As I'll ever be."Nashville is hot, and ... full o
TateLooking over the NDA my head spins. Party A, and provisions all sounding the same. "Do I get a copy of this?" I ask thumbing the pages that seem to go on forever."Yes." Debs huffs giving me more papers to read and sign. "Just make sure you keep it in a vault or locked up. Silvia is not joking around when it comes to disclosure."Sitting back in the gyms chair I exhale looking over the paper's again. "This seems sketchy, illegal even. Does the MFC know about it?" I look up at Debs who is biting her nails."I don't know, who cares. It gets you to the top and us rich," she quips.I hate her outlook. There is more to the game then getting rich. "What about respect?" I ask.She eyes me like I'm crazy, and that's how I know we are of a different breed. After this fight, I think I need to find another coach.The doors to the gym open, blowing posters along the wall everywhere.Someone's here. Quickly I push my copy of the NDA and rules in my gym bag and stand