Outrageous Proposal Part 38

I flung him off me and stared into the crowd. They were going nuts, absolutely wild, screaming for me with their hands in the air as security dragged Vlad's limp body off the mat. I was covered in his blood, my face spattered with it, a vermilion veil that dripped off of me like sweat. I felt like a f.u.c.king monster, like the weapon everyone always told me I was.

And when I locked eyes with Parker, still standing out like a sore thumb amongst all the other patrons, I saw that she was proud of me. Proud of the animal I'd shown her I could be. But like everyone else, that pride soon turned to fear when she realized she was next on my s.h.i.+t list.

I thought you were different. I thought you'd be the one woman in all the world who'd never look at me that way. I guess I was wrong.

No s.h.i.+t, I reminded myself. How the h.e.l.l could you be right about her when you never really knew her at all?

~ Twelve ~

Parker

For the second time, I was in the winner's room with Kellan, and he was p.i.s.sed at me.

He was pacing the room like a tiger in a cage, muscles tight and teeth clenched, snarling at me in a tone that was just barely intelligible. Vic, his manager, had told him who Thom and I were. Who we worked for. What we did for a living. All the things I'd been planning on telling Kellan myself tonight, face-to-face. I thought he deserved that, rather than a phone call.

I hadn't been able to get a word in edgewise since we'd made it to the room, otherwise he'd have known all that already. Right now, I was just enduring the s.h.i.+t he threw my way. After all, it wasn't like I didn't deserve it.

"You f.u.c.king lied to me, Parker," he said, stopping at last. He stared at me, blood still sprayed across his face, turning the color of rust. "Right from the start. You f.u.c.king lied to me. What the f.u.c.k?"

"I didn't lie to you at the bar," I countered, but it was a s.h.i.+tty cop-out, and I knew it before the words even left my mouth. "I told you I was a writer. I just didn't tell you who for. Besides, you weren't exactly forthcoming with the details of your profession. I had to hunt you down!"

"And for what?" Kellan raged. "You made me think it was because you saw something in me, something you liked, maybe even could love someday. You f.u.c.king came home with me, Parker, and slept in my f.u.c.king bed, just so you could figure me out for some f.u.c.king story that's gonna ruin my life, if it ever gets out! Did you even think about that when you were sitting on my couch, drinking my beer? Huh?" He drilled his finger into the side of his head, getting in my face. "Did you think about that when you were sucking my c.o.c.k?"

I took a step back and held up my hands. "I know you're p.i.s.sed, Kellan. And I know you have every right to be. But let's not say things we'll regret." Honestly, he was starting to p.i.s.s me off.

"Oh, right, I forgot: I'm supposed to respect you, even though you lied right to my f.u.c.king face! Is that how this works, Parker? You're right, I'm wrong, 'cause you've got the 'greater good' in mind?" He sneered. "f.u.c.k you, and f.u.c.k the high horse you rode in on!"

"Kellan, if you'd just shut the h.e.l.l up, I can explain!" I hissed, my frustration starting to get the better of me. He wasn't even giving me the chance to tell him what Thom and I had found, or how I planned to get him the help he needed while taking Vic and his underground fighting scam down. For good, this time, if I had anything to say about it. "Yes, I'm a reporter, and yes, I'm writing a story about this-and you-but it's not because I want to ruin your life. In fact, if everything goes according to plan, I'm hoping I can make your life better."

"Better for who, Parker?" he asked. "For me? Or for you?"

I stared at him. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, come on. You're not stupid, and neither am I. The whole thing looks great on your resume, doesn't it? And hey, if you get this thing shut down, you won't have to live through the embarra.s.sment of telling your friends you're dating an underground MMA fighter."

"Embarra.s.sment?" I blinked at Kellan, genuinely hurt. "I never thought of you as an embarra.s.sment, Kellan. Never. Not once."

He snorted and turned away from me, hands on his hips. "Yeah, well, stick around, sweetheart. 'Cause you will. Just like everyone else."

"Kellan..." I began, but he shook his head and cut me off.

"You don't think things through, do you? That's the problem with you do-gooders. You go around looking for charity cases whose lives you think you can 'make better' by making them just like yours. You always think you know what's best for everyone. Well, you don't know s.h.i.+t. You don't know how this is all gonna go down, or if I'll end up in jail when it does. The way I see it, you're trying to shut down the only gig I can get where I actually make some money. You'd rather see me out on the streets than doing something that's against the law." He folded his arms across his chest, obscuring most of his tattoo. "When it comes to making a living, though, the law's never helped me."

"That's not it at all," I said softly. "Look, just hear me out. I'm working on pressuring this senator. Senator MacFarlane. You remember those guys in the suits? One of them was him. He was the reason I was at The Sly Fox that day. I was trying to corner him, trying to make him support this bill that'll give preference to veterans seeking jobs. That story, combined with this one, will light the flame under his a.s.s that I need to make this happen. For you, Kellan. For us."

"Yeah?" Kellan said. "And when will that bill go into effect, Parker? This year? Next? Five years from now, after its soul has been sucked out by a bunch of politicians who wanna make sure their campaign contributors get a piece of the pie? What am I supposed to do until then, huh?"

I realized I didn't have a good answer for him. Maybe he was right. Maybe I hadn't thought this all the way through.

"You deserve better, Kellan," I told him. It wasn't an explanation, but it was still true. "I just want to make sure you get it."

He looked away, like he couldn't even stand the sight of me. "That doesn't mean much of anything when this is the only thing I know how to do."

"I can help you," I said. "Kellan, we can get through this. I know I lied to you before, but trust me when I say that I'll make this right. I'll do whatever it takes."

"It won't be enough!" he yelled, throwing up his hands. "Parker, this is my f.u.c.king livelihood! This is all I have! You're being unrealistic. Stop looking at the world with these rose-tinted gla.s.ses you have on and for once see it for the way it really is. I'm living hand-to-mouth. So are the rest of these guys. You are literally going to put us on the f.u.c.king streets again, if not in a jail cell!"

"You can't keep living like this, Kellan. None of you can. It's not sustainable. This job, it's not what you think it is-"

I shrieked as Kellan drove his fist just inches from my head and into the wall behind me. My heart leapt into my throat and I stared at him, wide-eyed, as he brought his face close to my own. I could actually feel the rage radiating off of him in waves, piercing my heart and soul. I'd never been on the receiving end of his fury before. It shook me to my very core.

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do," he said softly. "And don't you dare act like you know the first f.u.c.king thing about my job, or the world I live in. Or me."

I couldn't form a reply. My whole body was trembling and my throat wouldn't unclench. After a few moments of silence, Kellan's expression sharpened, like he was coming out of some kind of fog. He looked at his hand buried in the drywall, then at my face. He pulled away.

"See, Parker?" he whispered, drawing his hand back. He'd ripped through the tape and torn open his knuckles again. He was covered in blood, only this time, it was his own. He held it up for me to see. "I'm dangerous. And you shouldn't be around me. You're just gonna get hurt."

"Kellan," I finally managed to say, but he was already at the door, flinging it open.

"Go the f.u.c.k away," he said over his shoulder. "And don't you ever think about coming back."

And then he was gone. Just like that. Kellan Jarvis had walked out of my life, and something told me that unless I could show him that he was wrong about me-and himself-he was gone for good.

~ Thirteen ~

Kellan

I was p.i.s.sed. Royally p.i.s.sed. And when I was p.i.s.sed, there was only one thing that ever helped: pounding my fist into something I could smash.

Thankfully, Vic had access to a makes.h.i.+ft training room that me and the other guys used from time to time. It was meant to keep us sharp, but usually, it was my very own anger management session. It had kept me from going crazy and getting into some real deep s.h.i.+t more than once.

I couldn't believe the bulls.h.i.+t that had come to pa.s.s in the past few days, how my whole life had gotten turned upside-down because of Parker f.u.c.king Jones. Vic had warned me she was trouble. He'd said things were changing too fast, and it was gonna be a problem. But did I listen to him? No. I thought I knew myself well enough that I wouldn't fall victim to exactly the kind of ploy Parker had tried to trap me with. Apparently, I knew nothing at all.

How much of it was a lie? I wondered, torturing myself as I beat the s.h.i.+t out of a dusty old punching bag hanging in the corner of the room. The things I felt with her. The things I thought she felt with me. Was that all bulls.h.i.+t, too?

For all I knew, it was. Parker had been hiding s.h.i.+t from me from day one. Maybe I hadn't been upfront with her about everything in my life, but at least I had an excuse. What I was doing was illegal, and getting her involved could have gotten her hurt. s.h.i.+t, I'd spent so much time and effort trying to protect her, and it turned out I should've been protecting myself all along. Now that was irony.

Keep your hands up, I reminded myself. n.o.body's gonna protect you but you. That was the real truth, right there. Inconvenient? Sure. Hurtful? h.e.l.l yeah. But the truth often was. That was why n.o.body liked hearing it, why people went to such incredible lengths to cover it up with a heap of lies. If Parker had told me she was a reporter from day one, I never would have told her about what I did for a living, never would have let her into my heart, my home, my history. And she knew it, too, which was why she'd lied to me about it. She knew she was doing something wrong from the start.

Okay, so she had good intentions. Fine. But wasn't that what the road to h.e.l.l was paved with? That was what I was going through now, because of her-h.e.l.l.

I heard the training room door shut and looked up briefly from the bag I was terrorizing. It was Vic, headed toward me with a big envelope. That must be my winnings from last night. I pulled the hood off my head and ran a hand through my sweaty hair, giving him a curt nod of greeting.

"Hey there, Killer. What's up?"

"What's it look like, Vic?" I asked. I didn't mean to be rude, but f.u.c.k, what did he think was going on after that bombsh.e.l.l he'd dropped on me the night before?

Vic looked the bag over, shaking his head. "Looks like you let that reporter girl get under your skin. Don't worry about her so much, huh? You're better off." He extended the envelope to me. "Here. This is your cut. Don't spend it all in one place, you hear? Especially if you're lookin' for some time off."

"Do me a favor, Vic," I said, opening up the envelope. "Don't talk about Parker. You don't know half of what was going on between us, and you never will. s.h.i.+t between us is way more complicated than you make it out to be."

"What's complicated about it?" he asked. "She lied to you. Used you. She was gonna take you away from us, your family. Or at least, take us away from you. She was no good for you, Killer. You got a career here. A life." I fingered through the cash in the envelope as I listened to him ramble on about s.h.i.+t he didn't know the first thing about. "You can't just go givin' your heart out to every new piece of strange that waltzes in here, y'know?"

"Where's the rest of this?" I said, holding up the envelope.

Vic spread his hands. "What do you mean, 'the rest of it'? That's all there is. Your winnings, minus my cut."

"I thought you said the payout was ten thousand on this one?"

"Well, sure, Killer," Vic said. "That's what you were lookin' at before fees. There's your fight fee, the one you pay every time you step onto the mat so's you get the opportunity to win big. Then there's my manager's fee, and then there's your princely sum. C'mon, you get the lion's share. That's how this works, remember?"

I stared at the money in my hand. I knew about the fees. If you wanted the bigger prize money, you had to be willing to put a little money down. That was how they prioritized things, like how they did in strip clubs, where if the girls wanted to dance on a lucrative night, they had to pay for the privilege. That all made sense. But still, that left me with only five thousand dollars. How in the h.e.l.l did that work out?

"How much was the fight fee?" I asked him.

"Hey, Killer," Vic answered, "if you're not happy with your pay, you can always take on the harder fights. The real illegal ones."

No. That was s.h.i.+t I would never do. What we did here was brutal enough, but some of the other stuff I'd heard about was like something out of a snuff film. Duels to the death. Fighting with weapons. Gladiatorial-style combat. The hazard pay was high on s.h.i.+t like that, but the cost could be my life. Or someone else's. No way I was putting myself in that position, or contributing to anyone's death. Not anymore, anyway. If I wanted to still do that, I'd have stayed in the Corps.

"That's not for me," I said, stuffing the money back in the envelope. Five thousand wasn't bad, really, especially since it was my third fight of the month. And it was way more than I'd gotten paid before. "I just... thought it'd be more. Closer to what you quoted me. You know?"

"Yeah, these fight fees are really screwin' everyone over," Vic said, patting my back. "If I had the power to change it, kid, I would. But there's only so much that even Vic Dallas can do. C'mon, cheer up. s.h.i.+t, for some people, that's a down payment on a house."

I nodded. It sure was. And on any other day, I'd have thought Vic was being straight with me. But after what happened with Parker, I didn't know anything about anyone anymore.

"We'll talk about it later," I said, tossing the envelope onto a nearby bench and going at the bag again. "See you later, Vic."

"Yeah, no problem," Vic said, staring at me for a few moments, studying me with his bloodshot eyes. "But like I said, Killer, if you want a bigger profit, you're gonna have to put yourself out there for some s.h.i.+t you might not like to do."

"I never do the s.h.i.+t I like to do," I said, driving my fist harder into the bag. "That's my whole f.u.c.kin' life, Vic." Or at least it was, before Parker showed up. With her, things had felt different. I'd actually been loving life a little. Now that she was gone, exposed as just another pretty lie, it was like all color had been drained out of the world. I hated it.

So when Vic said, "I'm just tellin' you how it is, Killer. You're gettin' your fair share, and anybody tells you otherwise is lyin' through their d.a.m.n teeth," it took everything in me not to turn on him and ask him again, specifically, how much was the f.u.c.king fight fee? Because it hadn't exactly gone unnoticed that he'd refused to answer that question.

"Leave me alone, Vic," I warned him. "Now."

"All right, all right," Vic said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. Over his shoulder, though, he added, "But you're better off, Killer. Trust me. Women are nothin' but trouble."

f.u.c.kin' Vic, I thought, hitting the bag over and over and over. Always has to have the last word.

As soon as he left me alone and I heard the door close behind him, I put everything I had into beating that bag to a pulp. I thought of Parker's face and all the lies she'd fed me. I thought of how good she'd made me feel and how none of it was real. I thought about how, for the first time in a long time, I'd felt like there was hope in my life. And how she'd taken that away from me, robbed me blind of the most precious thing I had-the very gift she gave me.

You're never gonna be like the rest of those people out there, Kellan. You're a weapon. You're a monster. This is the only thing you're good at. The only thing you're good for.

I repeated that mantra in my head every time I sunk my fist into the bag, over and over and over again until one of its seams burst and it spilled its contents all over the floor.

I took a step back and regarded my handiwork, breathing hard, the cold air stinging the back of my throat. The pain and destruction felt good, felt right to me. They soothed my soul in a way that nothing else could.

You're a weapon, Kellan Jarvis. That's all you'll ever be. This is where you belong. And f.u.c.k Parker for trying to make you think any differently.

Maybe that was true, but when it came down to it, false hope was the worst kind of weapon of all.

~ Fourteen ~

Parker

"Jesus, Parker. You look like h.e.l.l."

Not exactly the first thing a girl wants to hear in the morning, but since it was coming from Thom's mouth, I understood it could've been a h.e.l.l of a lot worse.

And he wasn't exactly wrong, either. I had deep, dark circles under my eyes the color of fresh bruises that no amount of concealer could get rid of, and my throat was thick and scratchy from too much wine. That's what I'd done as soon as I got home last night: drank myself into a stupor where I imagined that what had happened between Kellan and I didn't matter to me at all.

Now, in the harsh light of day, I saw how much of a lie that was. I'd woken up hoping it was all a dream, just some horrible nightmare, but the truth was that I'd f.u.c.ked up with Kellan big-time, and I was paying for it in spades.