Outrageous Proposal Part 39

It was stupid of me to have gotten so attached to him in such a short amount of time. I'd let him get into my head and my heart, and what did I have to show for it? Some decent memories of some decent s.e.x, that was what.

Okay, so those memories were actually fantastic, just like the s.e.x had been. But they were bittersweet, too, because at this point, I was pretty sure that I was never going to see Kellan again. At least, not in the way I wanted to.

"Vic ratted us out," I said at last to Thom. I rubbed my eyes, heedless of my mascara. "Kellan thinks we're trying to ruin him now. We had a fight. I don't think we can count on him being on our side anymore."

Thom frowned. "What did he say? I mean, did he understand we were trying to help?"

"No, he was too angry to understand much of anything. I mean, I know that, and you know that," I said, wiping the black smears I'd accrued on my finger with a napkin from my desk drawer. "But Kellan's not so sure. And how could he be? I've lied to him before, after all."

"You didn't lie," Thom a.s.sured me. "You just omitted the truth." I shot him a glare and he sighed. "Okay, so it's basically the same thing. But you didn't do it to hurt him. Surely he'll see reason, given some time."

"I don't think so," I sighed. "Kellan doesn't exactly wear his heart on his sleeve, and he doesn't let people in unless he thinks they're worth it. I was something special to him, and I f.u.c.ked up. I was trying too hard to be Melanie Cartwright instead of Parker Jones."

"Well, at least you've realized it now," Thom said, rubbing my shoulders. Anywhere else, it would've been workplace hara.s.sment, regardless of what I said to the contrary, but here, everyone knew Thom and his intentions were good. "So the next thing to do is stop dwelling in the past and see if you two can have a future. And I think I know just the way."

"Seriously?" I asked, slumping in my chair. Thom's fingers were magic. It really was a shame he was gay, though I was sure Andy wouldn't have shared my opinion on the matter. "You have a plan for this?"

"I do," he answered, popping one of the knots in my neck. "Remember how I said the real winners in all of this are the managers, because they keep so much of the money that their fighters can never retire?"

I nodded, tilting my head back to look up at him. "Yeah. I just never got to tell Kellan that because he was so p.i.s.sed."

"Well, what if someone else told him? Someone who wasn't f.u.c.king him?"

I smirked. "I take it that's you? Unless I've really misread the situation..."

Thom grinned. "Yes, I mean me. Give me his address and I'll swing by and let him know what's going on. I'm a man. He'll listen to me."

I rolled my eyes. "Great, so s.e.xism is alive and well, I see."

"He's angry with you, Parker. And when straight men get angry at one woman, they get angry at all women. You could tell him the G.o.d's honest truth right now about anything, and he wouldn't believe you. h.e.l.l, he'd argue with you that the sky isn't blue. That's just how they are."

"Lucky for me, I have an awesome gay friend who would never be so irrational," I said, sitting up as Thom took his magic hands away. I stretched my shoulders. They really did feel much better now, and I was starting to feel better about this whole thing, too.

"In all seriousness, Thom, it would mean the world to me if you'd talk to Kellan. If he knows what's going on, maybe he can get Victor Dallas to pay him what he's owed, and then he'll get the h.e.l.l out of that life for good."

After all, that had been Kellan's chief complaint last night, other than the fact that I was a lying shrew, apparently. He needed money, and he needed it now. He needed to be able to sustain himself while the bill I was hara.s.sing Senator MacFarlane about was signed into law. h.e.l.l, if Kellan could get some of the other fighters on his side, we could make the organization implode from the inside out before we even brought the cops raining down on them.

Thom said, "Send me that address, kitten, and I'll see to it that it gets done. Who knows? Maybe he'll have his shirt off when I get there. That'd be worth the gas money, for sure."

"I'll e-mail it to you," I replied. "And thanks again, Thom. Really, this is above and beyond."

Thom smiled. "What are friends for?" he said, turning and heading back to his desk before Melanie could yell at him for dawdling. "I won't get off until late tonight, but I promise, Parker, I'll take care of it. You just focus on the senator. You've got bigger fish to fry."

That was true. As much as Kellan was dominating my thoughts, I still had important work to do. And if I was going to win him back, I was going to have to start keeping my promises and following through. I had to stop taking "no" for an answer.

I called the senator again from my desk. As usual, I was routed to his voicemail, but that wasn't a problem. I would call every hour on the hour until either his mailbox was full, or he listened to me. And then I'd do it again the next day, and the next, for however long I needed to until I got some results.

I was going to salvage this thing between Kellan and me. I had to. Because going my whole life without ever feeling his touch again, without ever looking deep into his gorgeous hazel eyes, was just too depressing a thought to bear.

Kellan was in my blood now, in my heart and in my mind, and I wouldn't let him slip away again.

~ Fifteen ~

Kellan

Punching that bag until all my feelings about Parker went away didn't exactly work out the way I'd hoped it would. Even after an hour in the training room, I was still feeling like s.h.i.t. No amount of berating myself about it would make me stop thinking about her and what we'd almost had, and so I'd taken a different approach: I was going to drink her away.

Yeah, it was about as stupid an idea as it sounds, especially given my history.

I hit The Sly Fox, the G.o.dd.a.m.n place where we'd met, around seven o'clock that evening. There was a game on, one I wasn't particularly interested in, but at least it drew a crowd. Normally I didn't like being surrounded by so many people, especially in close quarters, but right now I didn't want to be alone. And at least having warm bodies all around me solved that problem.

Or it would have, if the alcohol had actually made Parker's face disappear from my mind. Every time I thought of her, it was like everything else in the whole world disappeared. There was just me and her, except she was gone. I'd pushed her away. And now I was alone all over again.

No, f.u.c.k her. She lied to me. She was the one who'd pushed me away.

But I'd never even let her explain. Not really. Hadn't I owed her that? Couldn't I have shut the f.u.c.k up for just one second and listened? s.h.i.t, I was starting to remind myself of my stepdad-jumping to conclusions and insisting they were real, despite any and all evidence to the contrary. It was easy not to change your mind when you just flat-out refused to see it any other way. Bonus points if you wouldn't let the other party get a word in edgewise.

That was what had torn our family apart for years. And now, I was letting it tear me and Parker apart, too. f.u.c.k. Was I really this big of an idiot? Hadn't I learned anything from what Iris and Slade went through? Apparently f.u.c.king not.

Maybe I should call her. Send a text. Something. Just not while I was drinking. Alcohol and cell phones were a bad combination, and I wasn't about to make a bad situation worse by saying something stupid when I was halfway drunk.

I was just about to settle up my bill when the door opened and a few familiar voices lilted my way. I looked over my shoulder at Jason "Mad Dog" Kane, Brian "Bloodbath" Mills, and Tyrell "Shaka" Washington, a d.a.m.n odd bunch if I'd ever saw one. Not that they weren't good fighters, but I'd never seen them hang out before. They'd never given me any kind of trouble, and we'd talked a few times, but we'd never kept company, either. Not really. Whatever the special occasion was, though, they seemed pretty jazzed about it.

"Hey, it's Killer Kellan!" Bloodbath said, immediately taking a seat on the stool next to mine. "Holy s.h.i.t, man. We got a regular family reunion up in here!"

"What's up, Killer?" Shaka said, clapping me on the back as he sat on the opposite side of me. "Fancy seein' you here."

"Yeah, I'm not really a regular," I mumbled as Mad Dog sat down on the other side of Bloodbath. "Usually do all my drinking at home."

"AA might call that a problem," Shaka said as he ordered a round. "But I bet it's cheaper that way."

"Exactly," I told him, surprised that he'd thought to get me a drink, too. I finished the last of my old beer and started in on the new one. "Well, s.h.i.t. What are we celebrating?"

Mad Dog grinned. "Just a fun night on the town. That's all."

Bloodbath laughed. "Yeah, Killer. A real fun night. Even got into a brawl. Not like the usual stuff, though."

I raised a brow. "You were street fighting?"

"h.e.l.l no!" Shaka said. "That s.h.i.t'll get you busted by the cops, for sure. Nah, meeting with this dude went south, ended up busting his head open. Dude deserved it, though."

Mad Dog snickered. I looked from him back to Shaka. "What happened?"

"You know that guy who's been nosin' around the place with that blonde chick?" Bloodbath asked, leaning closer to me over the bar. I nodded, my stomach already tying itself in knots. Bloodbath lowered his voice and continued. "Well, he wanted to talk to us this afternoon about some bulls.h.i.t. Said Vic was trying to rip us off. Just an excuse to shut the whole place down, y'know? Vic warned us about his a.s.s a few days ago."

"Are you talking about Thom?" I asked. "The sports reporter?"

"That's the one," Mad Dog said. "That f.u.c.ker should've kept his nose out of our business. He was f.u.c.kin' around where he didn't belong."

"He was gonna ruin our f.u.c.kin' lives, is what he was gonna do," Shaka added, taking a long pull from his beer. "You should've been there, Killer. d.a.m.n. Sometimes I forget not everybody knows how to fight like we do. Dude went down like a sack of potatoes."

"Head split open like a f.u.c.kin' watermelon," Bloodbath laughed. "Don't worry, though. We called in an anonymous tip to 911. He'll make it. Won't be talkin' no more s.h.i.t about Vic or the rest of the operation, though."

"He told you Vic was ripping us off?" I asked. That wasn't the first time I'd heard that claim. Parker had tried to say something about it the other night, and even I had questioned Vic when he'd brought me half of what I was promised. "Did he say why? Or how?"

"Does it matter?" Shaka replied. "Guy's a liar. Look, we all know Vic, what kind of guy he is. He took us all in off the streets, or else saved us just before we got thrown to the wolves out there. He pays us well and he takes good G.o.dd.a.m.n care of us, which is more than I can say for a lot of other managers out there. Dude was spreadin' rumors that would've gotten Vic's a.s.s landed in the slammer. No way any of us could let that happen after what the boss has done for us, am I right?"

"Right," I said, though I didn't mean it. I had to get out of there. I put on a smile. "Thanks for the drink, guys, but I gotta head out. Got some stuff I need to take care of back at home."

"Still f.u.c.kin' that blonde b.i.t.c.h?" Mad Dog said. It took everything in me not to reach over Bloodbath and punch Mad Dog right in his stupid face.

"It isn't that," I said. "But you don't have to worry about her. After what you guys did to her friend tonight, I think it's safe to say the situation is under control."

I hated hearing those words come out of my mouth. What I wanted to do was tell them what jacka.s.ses they all were. You couldn't just go around beating up civilians-not when you had the kind of training and power that we did. They could have killed Thom, easily. I wondered if they'd still be laughing about it then. A chill raced down my spine as I realized I didn't know.

"No problem," Bloodbath said. "See you around, Killer."

"Yeah," I said, throwing down some cash and heading out the door. "See you around."

As soon as I got outside, I bent over, hands on my knees, and just breathed for a minute. My world was spinning yet again, all because of the thousand and one f.u.c.king lies I'd been told over the past few days. Everything was spiraling out of control. First with Parker, then with Vic, and now we had fighters going out and beating up reporters-reporters who very well could've been Parker. What would they have done if Vic had sicced them on her, instead? Would they have beaten her to a b.l.o.o.d.y pulp?

Raped her?

The truth was I didn't know. I didn't know anything anymore. I stumbled over to the nearest bench and sat down for a minute, closing my eyes to think, to process everything I'd just learned.

So, Parker and Thom thought Vic was skimming a little too much off the top. And they were willing to take down the entire organization to bust Vic for taking advantage of us. Not all of us were vets, but we all came from bad situations. No matter what way you sliced if, if they were right, Vic was conning us.

Meanwhile, Vic's handing me half of what I'm owed claiming some bulls.h.i.t "fight fees" took up the largest chunk, and at the same time, he's practically endorsing a dogpile on a reporter he d.a.m.n well knows could get killed if one guy hits him just a little too hard.

What the f.u.c.k is he thinking? Intimidation, I get, but this? This is just plain stupid. Which meant Vic had to be scared. That was what desperate people did, right? Incredibly stupid stuff? s.h.i.t, I knew that better than anyone.

Which raised another question: why would Vic be scared, unless he was guilty? Sure, even if he wasn't scamming us, Vic would have to shut down his operation if Thom ran with the story. But to risk basically ordering a hit on a reporter just for that? It didn't make any d.a.m.n sense. Not unless everything Thom and Parker believed was true.

s.h.i.t. They were right. They had to be. I'd been taken for a f.u.c.king fool, and not by Parker or Thom, but by the guy I was supposed to be able to trust-the guy who'd had my back more times than I could count.

Or had he? Had this all been one big, giant scam designed to earn him a fat paycheck every week at my expense? Did he have us all brainwashed to believe that we'd never amount to anything more than this, that he was our rock, that we needed him to survive? Parker had tried to show me another way, and Vic had been poisoning me against her since day one. Come to think of it, he'd never approved of any of my relationships outside the ring. Whenever I'd wanted to take time off to see Iris and Slade, Vic b.i.t.c.hed about how much money we were going to lose. We, as if we were in this s.h.i.t together. As if he got hit in the f.u.c.king face every night. As if he ever had to deal with broken noses and ribs and b.l.o.o.d.y f.u.c.king knuckles.

He might be dealing with a few of those things now, I thought darkly, fishing my cell phone from my jacket pocket. Drunk dialing be d.a.m.ned, I was going to get Vic on the phone, and I was going to do it now.

He picked up after the second ring. "Hey, Killer. What's-"

"That could've been Parker," I snarled, squeezing my phone so hard I was sure the screen would crack. "You know that, don't you?"

"I dunno what you mean," Vic began again. I just shook my head and laughed.

"Christ, Vic. You think I'm stupid, huh? You think we're all real f.u.c.king stupid?"

"Is this about money, Killer? Look, I told you, the fight fees-"

"Are bulls.h.i.t!" I snapped. "It's all bulls.h.i.t, Vic. It's all been bulls.h.i.t for a very long time. You've got yourself a nice little scam set up here, but you know who the stupid one is, Vic? It's you. You're the one who's stupid enough to think manipulating a bunch of desperate, hand-to-hand combat specialists is a pretty good f.u.c.king idea. You're the one who thinks stealing money from people whose fists might as well be registered as lethal weapons is a smart move. And I guess that was a risk you were willing to take, 'cause you thought none of us would ever find out. But I found out, Vic. Me. Killer f.u.c.king Kellan. I want you to think about that name for a minute, Vic, because I didn't get it just for s.h.i.ts and giggles. That's what my squad mates called me back in Afghanistan. And they had a good f.u.c.king reason, too."

"C'mon, kid," Vic said. His voice was thinning, growing shriller. He was nervous. I bet his fat, bald head was sweating. "Whatever you think you know, you've got it all wrong. You know how these reporter types are. Always trying to stir up s.h.i.t, you know? And for what? Their own gain, that's what. That's how they make their money. It's all based on stirrin' s.h.i.t up, even if it ain't true."

I shook my head in wonder. He was really going to stick with this lie, even when he'd been found out. What a f.u.c.king weasel.

"I'm done, Vic. Done with your lies. Done with fighting for you. I want out, and I want out now."

"You can't just quit, kid," he snorted. "You're gonna leave me high and dry? Really? After all the s.h.i.t I've done for you? After I dragged your a.s.s outta that s.h.i.tty bar and gave your life meaning? Purpose?"

"Don't overestimate how much you changed my life," I snarled back. "I've had people stick their necks out for me before. h.e.l.l, I've had people save my f.u.c.king life. Pull me out of the line of fire. Get me the help I needed when I OD'd. People have fought tooth and claw for me before, and unlike you, they didn't f.u.c.k me over in the process! What you saw that night wasn't a sad, drunk kid at the end of his rope. You saw an opportunity to make yourself a lot of money at no risk. Well f.u.c.k you, Vic. You're at f.u.c.king risk now."

"You want more money, Killer-is that it? You want what you think you're owed, and you're willin' to throw away our friendship over it?" When I didn't reply, Vic snorted again. I could almost hear him shaking his head. "Fine. But I need one more fight outta you, kid, or it's no deal."

"f.u.c.k you. I'm not doing s.h.i.t for you anymore. You withhold my money, I'll go to the cops."

"Yeah, and I'll disappear just like I've done a million times before. You really haven't thought this through, have you?"

He was right. I hadn't. Not all the way, anyway. I pinched the bridge of my nose. f.u.c.k, I should have waited until I was sober.

"One more fight, Vic," I said, looking up at the stars. "One more fight, and then I'm done. And I'm getting what I earned, one way or another. What I'm owed. And if that just so happens to involve beating you until you stop moving, that's just a bonus for me."

"Killer-"

"Yeah. Killer. That's me. A f.u.c.king killer. So if I were you, Vic, I'd shut the f.u.c.k up and just say 'yes, sir' and get ready to write me a big, fat check next time we meet, 'cause if you don't, I swear on my father's grave I will show you exactly why so many people call me that."

Vic didn't answer me. He just stammered a little, starting sentences and then stopping them before they ever came anything close to English. I hung up the phone. Good enough.

But it wasn't good enough. Not really. Because I'd made a big G.o.dd.a.m.n mistake. One I wasn't sure I could rectify. One that, like all the others, might haunt me for the rest of my life if I didn't do something about it right now.

I had to try. I would never have been able to forgive myself if I didn't.

I pulled Parker's number up on my screen and sent her a text. I just hoped she wouldn't ask too many questions before I got there. I knew I had a lot of explaining to do, but I wanted to do it face to face. I wanted to give her the same courtesy she'd tried to give me.

Tried, and failed. Dear G.o.d. Why was I such an a.s.shole?

I sat back on the bench, staring at my phone and waiting for a reply. I wouldn't have blamed her if I never got one. But I was hoping against all hope that I would, because G.o.dd.a.m.n, I really needed to see Parker Jones again.