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|Hook Me(Men of Inked #2) by Chelle Bliss|
I collapsed against his body, exhausted from the nervous tension.
Pulling away, he stared into my eyes and said, “That wasn’t so bad was it, Doc?”
“I f**king hated every minute of it, Michael.”
“Liar.” He smirked and turned toward his father.
The simple statement and the cocky smirk reminded me of the bar where we officially met each other. Same statement, same smirk, and totally Michael.
His dad held out his hand and grabbed Michael’s shoulder with the other. “Good job, son.”
“Thanks, Pop,” Michael said as he pulled his dad toward him, kissing his cheek.
The tenderness Michael showed his father was juxtaposition to the cruelty he displayed in the ring.
“Couldn’t be prouder.” His dad slapped him on the back and released him.
Joe and Anthony hugged him as I stayed at his side. Suzy kissed him on the cheek. I watched in awe at the amount of love and support that his family gave him.
After he hugged his family, he turned to me, pulling me tightly against him. The dampness of his skin soaked through my clothes, but I didn’t care. He was safe and the fight was over.
“I have to go clean up. You want to come with,” he cocked an eyebrow, “or wait here with my family?”
I touched the open cut near his eye causing his head to jerk away. “You go get patched up and I’ll sit with them until you’re done.”
“I’ll be right back, beautiful. You’ll come to the next one, right? I know you secretly loved it.”
“It’s still barbaric,” I said against his lips.
“I bet if I touched your panties right now they’re as wet as my skin,” he whispered in my ear, causing me to squeeze my legs together.
I shook my head and laughed. “You’ll have to take me home to find out, won’t you?” I smirked.
“You just gave me the perfect reason to make this quick.” He kissed me tenderly and walked away. “I’m keeping them as a souvenir too,” he yelled over his shoulder.
I collapsed in my seat, exhausted. I couldn’t imagine how he felt.
Mr. Gallo took the seat next to me and smiled. “How are you doing, my dear?”
I gave him a small smile. “It’s a lot to take in, but I’m doing okay, considering.”
“Ah, it’s thrilling and scary. I get it. Seems like yesterday Michael was just a little boy. He was always a scraper.” He fist punched the air. “I always had to pull him off his brothers. He was a rough one, a born fighter.”
“I can’t imagine him as a little boy, but I’m sure he was handful, Mr. Gallo.” I laughed.
He looked so proud as he sat there staring at the cage. “He was never a small boy, but he’s grown up into a fine young man. Anyway, Michael told me he’s already hired a crew to start the renovations at the clinic. When do you start there full-time?
“He has and I’m so excited. I start next week after my time is over at the hospital. I can’t thank you and your family enough for everything.”
“You need to thank Michael. It was all his doing. My wife and I always like to help out community organizations. What good is having money if you can’t help those that need it most?” He smiled, genuine and sweet.
I held his hand. “Thank you, Mr. Gallo. I’ll make you proud.”
He patted my leg and stood. “I have no doubts, my dear. I’ll be right back,” he said smiling and walked away.
A hand gently touched my shoulder and I turned fully expecting to see Michael, but it wasn’t him. I swatted the hand away and stood to escape his reach.
“Excuse me,” I said, crossing my arms across my chest.
“Sorry, a pretty lady sitting here all by yourself made me curious.” His eyes moved over my body.
“Um,” I said as I looked around to for someone to rescue me, but no one was looking in my direction. “I’m not here alone.”
“Oh,” he said, as he looked around the arena.
“I’m here with Michael.”
“Really?” he asked, scratching his goatee.
“Really,” I said, tilting my head.
A hand landed on the man’s shoulder as he turned quickly to come eye to eye with Michael.
“You bothering my girl, Torrez?” Michael crossed his arms over his chest, giving the man a cold hard stare.
“Maybe I was, whatcha gonna do about it, Gallo?” Torrez stood, placing his hands on his hips.
“Kick your ass like last time.” Michael broke out into laughter.
Torrez punched him in the shoulder. “I let your sorry ass win that match.”
“Wanna go for another round?”
“You’re more worthy of my time than the piss ant I fought today. Mia, this is ‘The Mauler’,” Michael said using air quotes and rolling his eyes.
Now it kind of made sense to me, I had seen him before, he was the guy Michael fought in NYC.
“Don’t you two hate each other?” I asked.
“Nah, we went for beers after the match in NYC,” Torrez said, as he shook Michael’s hand. “It’s good to see you, man.”
“Just remember Mia’s mine, Torrez. I’d hate to embarrass you by kicking your ass in public again.” Michael grinned, holding back a laugh.
“Wait, I don’t think I ever said I was yours.” I challenged him.
“Possession, remember,” he said, as he wrapped his arms around me. “You’re mine.”