Tapout

By: J.C. Valentine

Wayward Fighters Book Two




Acknowledgements

My sister from another mother, Kim- You are the best! Six months ago, I never could have imagined that I would be friends with an amazing woman as you. It is such a pleasure to have you as my assistant and I am truly blessed to call you my friend.

Mitzi- A wonderful lady who is also an unexpected friend and gift in my life. I love our talks, and I love your passion for books. You rock!

Rogena- What can I say? You make my stories shine. Without you, they wouldn’t be what they are. Thank you for continuing to be my go-to gal.

My amazing street team- I am confident in saying that you’re the best team a girl could ask for. You all pimp so hard! Thank you!

To all the people that take the time to connect with me. Every message, every comment truly means the world to me. I read every one, so keep ‘em coming!

To my readers who have been patient with me. I apologize for the cliffy! This project was nothing what I expected it to be going into it. It caught me by surprise, but I hope that I have been successful in giving you the best possible ending… and I promise, no more cliffhangers… if I can help it lol

I could never forget my darling hubby. You’re my Jami. Sometimes you make me want to throat punch you, but at the end of the day you’re my rock, my one true love. I love you!!





Tapout

History brought them together. Circumstances may keep them apart.

Alyson Blake’s past left her with scars. Scars that she tried to fix the only way she knew how—by helping others. But actions have consequences, and Alyson is about to find out that being naïve is no excuse.

Fighting is Jamison Weston’s passion. Alyson is his obsession. Despite the past and a few lingering concerns, their relationship is as solid as ever. Until a shocking lie is uncovered, and all of his plans begin to unravel. Now, Jami is rushing to pick up the pieces, but as relationships are put to the test, will he be strong enough to keep it together, or will it all just fall apart?





ONE



“Is it over? Can I look yet?” Alyson had her head down and turned to the side with her hands shielding her eyes from what was happening in front of her. How did she keep allowing herself to be talked into this? Oh, yeah. She was in love with the jerk in the ring. Sometimes she thought he used that knowledge to play her, like that morning when she’d tried to claim she had a lot of unfinished work to do at the office. He called her bluff, reminding her that she still had a week left of her vacation. In the shadow of a looming fight, it’d slipped her mind. Now, here she was, front and center, and Jami was kicking ass. Only this time, he had some new tricks up his sleeve. One in particular flipped her squeamish I’m-gonna-be-sick switch, and he was using it now.

“It’s over, right?” Alyson asked taking the rising roar of the crowd as the celebratory indicator that it was. Cautiously, she began to lower her hands.

“Not yet!” Liv shrieked as her voice carried easily over the clamor, smashing both hands over Alyson’s eyes. She couldn’t have chosen her timing better. Since Alyson’s hands had been in the process of lowering, she’d ended up jabbing the tips of her fingers into her own eyes, but they were closed. A little physical pain had to be better than witnessing the horrific sight she knew she would have seen if she possessed a little more gumption. “Oh, Jesus. Oh, that’s gotta hurt,” Liv moaned sympathetically.

Alyson sat up taller, her ears pricking. It was chaos all around her, and she felt the tight knot of worry in her gut begin to shift with natural curiosity. She knew she shouldn’t look. Since she and Jami sealed the deal in the relationship department, she’d been spending a lot of time at the gym, and she had first-hand knowledge of just what he and Don had been working on. Some of the techniques she had seen before, but the new ones? They kicked up the Eww Factor quite a bit. It pushed her limits just watching in the gym where the environment was controlled, and she knew logically that no one was going to get hurt. Put into play in real life, and she just couldn’t do it. She couldn’t watch Jami inflict that kind of bodily injury. Otherwise, she really would need that bucket.

“Tell me what’s happening,” she asked Liv, torn between wanting to hear the details or to cover her ears. She had too good of an imagination sometimes.

“Are you sure?” Liv questioned warily. She knew her friend well enough to know that just being here was a stretch.

Hell, no, she wasn’t sure! Sucking her lip between her teeth, Alyson bit down. Then, she said quickly, “Yes, tell me.” Lord Almighty, she knew she was going to regret those words the second they left her mouth, but she couldn’t take them back now.

The skin between Liv’s hands and hers was growing clammy with sweat, and the air beneath her palms where Alyson’s nose pressed flush up against them was slick with condensation, but Alyson set aside the mild discomfort as she listened to Liv relay what she couldn’t see for herself.

“Jami has him on his stomach, and he’s on top of him,” Liv began her voice matter of fact, which helped some with keeping Alyson’s own emotions under control. “Jami has the guy’s arm behind his back, and he’s twisting his hand up between his shoulder blades.”

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