"Thank you." She smiles at him, and enters the room. He nods, clasping his hands together but he doesn't leave."Are you waiting for a tip?" I ask incredibly.He smirks."That would be great, I mean I did walk you all the way up here," he shrugs with a dopey grin.I look down, rubbing my cheek. "Walked us all the way up here, huh?" I laugh.Grabbing him by the shoulder I push him back a few steps to where Tate can't hear what I'm about to say. I'm trying my best to be a gentleman tonight, but this fucker is pushing my buttons."You want a tip? Don't eye another man's woman, especially in front of him." I squeeze his shoulder, and he shrinks in my hold, his knees buckling. "Especially a fucking fighter's woman.""Yes sir," he squeaks, his face pinched with pain.I let him go, shoving him back a few steps."Fucking prick." I mutter under my breath. Stepping inside the room, I kick the door shut.Tate is standing in front of a large king size bed, her arms crossed."
In the middle of the night I wake startled not sure where I am. Images of Brets lifeless body waver in my blurred vision, sweat soaking the sheets.Quickly I sit up, my heart racing to the point I feel dizzy. I feel cold, and alone. "Tate?"Using my arm I feel along the bed for Tate, but come up empty. My heart skips a beat, my body warming in a state of panic that she left. Sitting up on my knees I pull the blankets off the bed and find her hanging halfway off the other side of the bed naked.She must have moved after I feel asleep. Relieved she didn't leave me again, I slide both hands through my hair trying to relax my beating heart. Glancing at her I can't help but notice how peaceful she looks asleep.Anger strikes against my chest after the panic settles. I didn't want her to move away from me. Did she think I was joking?Climbing off the bed I grab her by the ankle, jerking her to the edge of the bed roughly.She jumps awake panicked. Her wild, frantic eyes findin
TateOne week later"Keep your chin up!" Camden taps my chin with his glove, and I push my head up. My eyes setting on his.When we got back from our date night I went and checked on my dad then went to Camden's. As soon as I walked in he made fucked me against the door. The hostility and resentment finally gone, we haven't been able to keep our hands off each other since. He slaps me in the side of the head, grabbing my attention."Focus!" he scolds, his face hard. "The fight is in two days." He reminds me. I nod, narrowing my eyes on his hands as I spar with him."You're not wearing out as quickly, that's good." Camden praises. "I'd like to take praise for that, keeping you in my bed probably helped with that," he states smug.I roll my eyes."I wouldn't go that far.""Tate, this is Reba, she is going to be your wardrobe." Debs states from outside the ring.I lower my hands, and spit out my mouth guard as I look her way.A tall skinny blonde woman stands next
CamdenTate has been quiet since she got on the plane this morning. She's nervous. I can tell. I know because I used to be the same way before a fight. Standing outside the dressing room, I wait for Debs and Thomas to leave. I need Tate alone. I need to break through that focused barrier she's in so I can see where her head is at. The door opens, and Debs and Thomas finally walk out. They don't even notice me.Going inside the locker room Tate is sitting on the bench, her head in her hands. "Hey," I announce my presence. She glances up, her hair falling in her face."Hey," her voice sounds so small and insecure.Stepping in front of her I kneel down in front of her, my hands on her knees. She's wearing a black tank top, and black windbreaker pants paired with white tennis shoes. She looks great. "What's going on in that head of yours?" I ask, grabbing her chin to force her to look at me.She rolls her eyes, pulling from my grip."I'm not even supposed to be h
Laying on Camden's hard chest, I stare out the window.His fingers lazily graze along my back, and the fingers on my left hand absent mindedly draw circles on his pec, as if I'm drawing a work of art on his silky skin. We didn't have sex. As soon as we got in the room, we both stripped and climbed under the crisp sheets of hotel bed and just laid here.All I wanted was to be next to him. My mind too far gone to even think about sex."You did good today," he whispers, his voice husky from the thick silence."I didn't know what to say or do. I feel... I just want to fight you know." I reply, still staring out the window. His chest rises, as an exhale slowly spills from him."I know, but it's a part of it. You need to make sure this is what you want, because if you win... this part of the processes, the lights and camera's, it's going to get worse." His hand stops as he speaks from experience. "I know," I mutter under my breath. Using my hands I push myself up, and look down
CamdenTate sits on a wooden bench, her foot tapping the floor as she wrings her hands anxiously. Pre-fight jitters. They're the worst, and will call your fight before you even step foot in the ring. Reba pulls and tugs on Tate's blonde hair, braiding it into corn rolls along her scalp. It's protocol to have your hair tightly braided to keep from injury inside the ring. Tate winces, and scratches at her head as Reba continues to jostle her head around. I remember how much those damn things itched and hurt when my hair was considered a hazard. I don't miss them. Pulling the door to her locker open I open a gym bag I packed, and pull out an old school Walkman.Kneeling in front of her I place an ear bud in her left ear and she flinches aggressively, like she didn't even notice I was in the room."Easy." I pinch my brows together. "You're too wound up, babe. This will help," I place the other ear bud in her ear."A Walkman? You know they have iPods and stuff now," she eyes
"Winner by knock out, Tatum "HellCat" Davis!" The crowd screams in excitement, their earlier boos a lost whisper.Camden grabs my face with both hands and kisses me hard in front of everyone. I didn't think the audience could get any louder, but they do. Camera's flash from all over and in that moment I can say that I am the happiest, luckiest woman in the world.Releasing my lips from his I open my eyes, and the world sets back into place. A tap on my shoulder catches my attention and I turn finding a bloody faced Kiki. "Good fight Kiki." Her brows narrow, her lips pursed."You got lucky! I want a rematch, and when I do I'll wipe the octagon with you," she threatens."Anytime." I smile, saluting her out of the ring.My vison goes upside down, as Camden throws me over his shoulder and hauls me off the stage. The crowd cheers my name. My name!I couldn't wipe the smile off my face if I tried to.Once behind stage there's camera's and random people standing by my l
CamdenWalking back inside I find the hall outside Tate's locker room oddly empty, a tension in the air unsettling. Quickly I make my way inside and find Tate getting dressed, and Debs leaning up against a locker casually. A chill races up my spine as Tate hits me with an unreadable look."Everything okay?" I question, looking between Tate and Debs.Tate looks at Debs, then down at her feet before nodding.Striding toward her I pull on her elbow, making her look me in the eye."Are you sure?" Her eyes flutter before a weak attempt of a smile crosses her face. "Nothing, I'm just really tired. The high of the fight is gone and I'm starting to feel everything."Suddenly feeling like an ass for thinking she's not telling me the truth, I let her go and rub at my chin. "Lets get you to the hotel, has the medic looked her over?" I question Debs, ready to take Tate back to our room and pamper her."Yeah, she's fine." Debs waves me off."Tate, that was some fight my girl!
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