Ethan's Sky (King's Of Fury MC Book 1)

36. Ethan

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It’s been a week since Skyler moved into my apartment, and I’m loving waking up to her in my bed every morning. Especially since it means I’ve worn her out in every way possible the night before. I won’t say we’ve made up for the full six years, but I have made a valiant effort by fucking her to sleep every fucking night.

I hate that we lost so much time together. All the things we missed. But I’m loving the hell out of learning about the woman she’s become.

Cash and Xander weren’t kidding when they said Skyler could fight and was a hell of a grappler. I’ve been watching her in the cage with Anna and Kieran coaching her through her sparring sessions and she is a legitimate badass! Unfortunately, that also means Kieran has been proposing she take a position on our women’s fight team. A proposition I’ve shut down at every opportunity.

I plan to marry my woman and plant a baby in her belly. Getting into the cage for anything rougher than sparring isn’t conducive to my plans. Plus, I’ve never physically hurt a woman, but I can’t promise I wouldn’t want to if I saw Skyler in any kind of serious trouble.

“Hey. How’s she doing?” Declan asks, watching beside me as Skyler puts her sparring partner on her back, taking a full mount position.

“How does she look like she’s doing?” I smile with pride. My woman is ruthless, and I love it.

“I meant, how is she doing with being couped up here with you?” He taunts.

“Fuck off!” I respond, jabbing my elbow in his ribs. “Hawk find anything on this guy or the Devil’s Order, yet?

“Not much. There’s a small chapter in Devil’s Canyon, which is no surprise. But he hasn’t found anything linking them to the trafficking shit or George.” He rubs his chin as his eyes catch Violet entering the room. She doesn’t usually come down here, but she’s making her way over to Kieran with a stack of papers in her hand. Neither one of us miss the way her eyes scan the room looking for possible attackers. She hands the papers to Kieran and skitters off back up the stairs.

“She doing all right?” he asks nodding toward the now closed door.

“Yeah. She doesn’t like coming down here. She’s not one for violence, yaw know. The noises and shouting seem to make her nervous, but she’s been taking steps to get past it.”

Declan grunts.

“Wyatt or Hawk been able to find out what she and Carter are hiding from?”

“Not yet. Would be easier if she would give us something to go on, but if I push, she shuts me out.” Declan doesn’t want to go behind Violet’s back, but ever since Carter mentioned bad men and being able to protect his mama, we’ve all been on high alert. The problem is Violet is like Fort Knox. She won’t tell anyone anything claiming her son is taking his man of the house responsibilities to heart.

Knowing Violet is a sore subject, I bring our focus back to Skyler and her current predicament.

“What were you saying before, about the DO?”

“Hawk said they work security at a nightclub in Devil’s Canyon and have a heavy presence in the drag strip at the far end of town. They have a gambling set up where people can bet on the drivers. It’s a small business from what he can tell, and so far, everything appears to be legit.”

Devil’s Canyon is the equivalent of a mini-Vegas strip with casinos, night clubs, and hotels lining Main Street. Any vise a person could have can be found if you know who to ask.

“Appearances can be deceiving.” Thoughts of Skyler dancing as Lady Scarlet flash through my mind. “Who owns the night club they’re working security for?”

Declan cracks his neck side to side, rolling out his tension. A loud screech comes from the cage catching both our attention.

“I warned you, bitch! Don’t fucking try me!” Hearing those words coming out of Skyler’s mouth has me rushing to the cage to find out what the fuck happened.

“It’s not like you’re anything special to him. Ethan’s just taking a stroll down memory lane. When he discovers it was you who killed Emily, he’ll come running back to me. You’re today’s flavor. He always comes back.” Mandy Olsen spews utter bullshit at Skyler from her spot on the ground.

“You know the difference between the rumors people say about me and the ones they say about you, Mandy?” Skyler is the epitome of calm, but the tension in her shoulders tells me she’s wound a little too tight.

Leaning near Mandy’s ear, Skyler whispers something in her ear. Seconds later, Mandy is screaming, “You bitch!” Mandy manages to roll Skyler over but before she can mount her, Skyler is up on her feet throwing punch after punch. She doesn’t slow down or pull back. She’s out for blood. What’s interesting is Kieran and Anna aren’t shouting at her to calm the hell down. They’re whispering, critiquing Skyler’s strengths and weaknesses.

“End it, Sky!” Cash calls out over my head. I have no idea where the fucker came from. “Beat her ass or let her go! Stop playing with her!”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Declan asks. I can’t say I’m not thinking the same thing. “Skyler looks like she’s beating the shit out of Mandy from where I’m standing. What makes you think she’s playing with her?”

Cash chuckles. “If Skyler meant to put the bitch’s ass down, she’d go for a kidney shot. Bruise the body. Sweep her and ground and pound til the bitch couldn’t breathe through her nose without help. But she’s not. She’s pulling her punches. Tiring the chick out, making her think she has a shot while Skyler fucks up her face a little. Sky doesn’t see this bitch as a threat. She’s a nuisance she wants to teach a lesson, but she poses no real threat.”

Watching a little more closely, I see what Cash is talking about. Doesn’t mean I want her to keep fighting with her.

“Skyler, that’s enough! Let her go!” Skyler has Mandy up against the cage with her forearm firmly pressed against Mandy’s throat, throwing knees into her thighs and stomach. When she makes eye contact with me, she makes a face, one a I used to give my mom when she called me inside for dinner before I was ready to come in form playing.

Reluctantly, Skyler releases her prey.

Mandy drops to her knees, coughing and breathing hard. Skyler is panting but she’s nowhere near tired out.

Her body’s covered in sweat, her tits rising and falling as she takes slow deep breaths. The red marks on her flawless skin piss me off. She may not be hurt but she took more punches than I would’ve liked.

“Come on, baby. Let’s go home and get you washed up.”

Mandy screeches from her spot on the cage floor. “You moved in with her? You can’t be serious, Ethan! She left you! I was the one who stayed and took care of you when you were hurting, not this, this, piece of trash!”

Sky looks ready to go for another round, but I wrap my arms around her bare stomach and hold her to my chest.

“You know, Mandy, you’re right. Matter of fact, I was in the store the other day and a fragrance caught my attention and immediately brought back memories of you when we were younger.”

Mandy looks smug, which is hard to do with a busted face, and swollen eyes.

“See, Skyler. It’s me he remembers. Me he wants. Tell her Ethan. What made you think about me, baby? Made you miss me?”

“I walked by the seafood counter and swore I’d smelled that stench somewhere before and immediately your face sprang to mind.” Mandy shouts obscenities. Skyler, Cash and Declan all bust out laughing. But I’m not done with the whore who thinks she can hurt my woman.

“Tell the fucking truth! Right here, right now! I never touched you or your nasty-ass-passed-through-the-town-trash-whore-cunt! Not even when I was knock down drunk, have I laid so much as a finger on you. Didn’t keep you from trying, but I was afraid even a double bagged dick couldn’t survive the shit you’d be carrying,” I seethe. “It’s also the reason you were never accepted as a club girl to the Kings. We may pass around pussy, but yours has been through more than a brother was willing to overlook. And no matter how much dick you sucked; you mouth was never too full to keep you from airing everybody’s dirty laundry around town.”

“That right there should tell you something.” Cash coughs out. “Generally speaking, the brothers aren’t too picky about pussy. Legal, consenting, easy, and –clean. I’m not sure how you fucked it up, but…” Cash claps my shoulder and looks me right in the eye, hand over his heart. “Thank you, brother. For saving all our dicks from severe contamination.”

“Fuck off, Cash.” Skyler giggles. “She barely doesn’t meet your standards.”

“Hey!”

Kissing Skyler’s forehead, I turn her to the exit and take her upstairs to our apartment where I plan to wash her body and give her multiple orgasms.

She’s earned them.

With the gym all locked up and everyone else gone for the night, Skyler helps Violet with the last of her cleaning duties and I head to Kieran’s office and knock on the door.

“Aye!” he calls. “Come in.” He’s sitting behind his desk, reading through a stack of papers, looking mad as hell.

“What’s wrong?”

“Vargas needs to reschedule the rematch. He hurt his wrist while in his training camp. Doctor says it’s fractured. Needs eight weeks minimum. The promotors decided to push it out six months. You’ll be fighting in June.”

“Damn.” It’s not necessarily a bad thing. I mean, I get more time to train, and I can focus more on club shit while keeping Skyler well and cared for. I know better than to tell Kieran my thoughts. He was looking forward to the pay day, and the redemption.

“They’re offering us two undercard fights for Ronan and Cillian. They’re good fights. Well matched. But they also want you to appear and do the PR thing with Vargas. You know the deal.”

I do. “Yeah, yeah. Talk shit. Get people riled up. Within reason, of course.”

Kieran nods. “Aye. Within reason.”

“When?”

Kieran opens his left bottom drawer and pulls out a bottle of Macallan whiskey and a tumbler, then pour himself two fingers worth. “Next Saturday.”

“Shit. That quick?” Normally we would have a few weeks or even months to train our fighters for something like this, but it’s not uncommon. Sometimes when a fighter pulls out due to injury or other reasons, like Vargas, the promoters will throw another fighter in their place to fill the fight card.

“They’re ready. We don’t slack here when it comes to training, and they’ve been sparring with you for your fight. I’m certain they’ll do well.”

Pushing myself up to stand, I nod. “All right. Let them know and we’ll start working on cutting weight tomorrow. What margins are we looking at?”

“They’re both fighting at one-thirty-five.” He sighs. “They shouldn’t need to cut much. A few pounds at best. Both have been strict with their meal plans and training. But we best check tomorrow.”

“I’m heading upstairs. Lock up when you leave, yeah?”

“Aye.” Kieran waves his glass toward me, then downs the last of his whiskey. I don’t have to look to know he’s pouring another one as I head up to see my woman.

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