Chapter Thirty-Six #2
“Oh, that’s right. You’re the wannabe UFC bitch.
The one Marco couldn’t stand to be around.
He told me all about how you used to follow him around like a puppy dog like you were one of the guys.
Too bad you couldn’t be more of a woman, then he might actually want you.
” Janell cackles at her words and I mentally have to remind myself not to knock her out.
I need to get the fuck out of here before I do something I’ll regret.
Marco’s entire relationship with her was based on drugs and getting high.
“I heard he didn’t even remember knocking your ass up.”
“You mean while he was high on the drugs you were giving him? Drugs that ended up putting him in rehab? Are you proud of that? You were nothing more than a fix to him.” I look at her with disgust because the thought of her supporting Marco’s habit instead of trying to get him help makes me want to throw up all over her.
Once again, I try to leave before shit gets ugly, but Janell grabs hold of my bicep, and when I spin around to knock her hand off me, she sucker-punches me. Wrong move, bitch.
I’ve been fighting with guys twice her size for most of my life. Her punch does nothing more than shock me for a second, and then I’m on her. My body flies into hers, pushing her up against the wall as I grab hold of her chin, forcing her to face me.
“Don’t ever fucking touch me again. And while you’re at it, stay the fuck away from Marco.”
“If he didn’t want to keep in touch, why does he have me on Facebook and Snap?” So that’s how she knew we’d be here.
“That was an oversight on my part.”
I turn my head slightly, my fingers still gripping the bitch’s chin, to see Marco and Mathias standing in the women’s restroom. Marco and Mathias walk closer, Marco taking my hand off the bitch, and Mathias sandwiching himself between us.
Marco whispers into my ear, “If you fight her, which we both know isn’t even a challenge, you will be suspended from the UFC. She’s not worth it.” I know he’s right, but the shit she said stung.
He wraps his arms around my waist and gives me a small kiss on the side of my neck. Then he says to Janell, “I don’t know what was said and it doesn’t even fucking matter—”
Janell cuts him off. “We were good together until she got herself knocked up! You didn’t want her. You wanted me.”
“We were never good together,” Marco booms and releases me to get closer to her, Mathias moving to the side.
“We were high together. That’s it. I wanted the drugs so badly, I would’ve probably fucked your brother instead of you if he would’ve required it.
You were nothing more to me than my drug fix.
We spent all day and night getting high.
I turned into someone I didn’t even know anymore.
Stop saying shit you know nothing about.
You are only making a fool out of yourself.
Fuck, Janell!” He smacks his hand against the wall next to her causing her to flinch.
“I can see it in your eyes. You’re high now.
Get help. Go to rehab and get fucking help. You’re better than this shit.”
He doesn’t wait for her to respond before he turns his back on her.
Gripping my hand in his, he walks us out the door.
I’m not sure who’s following us, my only thought on the man holding my hand like I’m his lifeline.
He walks us outside and around the side of the building without saying a word until we’re alone and away from all the noise.
He cages me in against the wall, his face mere inches from mine. “I’m sorry. I can’t even imagine the shit she said to you.”
I place my fingers up to his lips to stop him. “It doesn’t matter. If you said it or didn’t say it. It doesn’t even matter.”
“I was in a bad place.” His eyes plead with me to understand. “I don’t know what I said or didn’t say, but…”
“Stop,” I insist. “It doesn’t matter,” I repeat.
“It does, though, because if you leave me because of this…” What the hell is he talking about?
“You think I would leave you over some shit talking by a drugged-up bimbo? You need to have a little faith in us, Marco. A little faith in me. You said a lot of shit to me when you were high and I’m not holding it against you.
” I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to me for a kiss before I pull back a little.
“I will always fight for you Marco, for us. I will never fucking tap out when it comes to us. I’m in it for the long haul.
I will fight for us as long as you are here to fight alongside me. ”
He gives me a bright smile that could light up the dark alley. “I love you, Belles.”
“I love you, too.”
Marco gives me a hard kiss before we go back into the bar to join our friends again.
We spend the night playing pool and darts, my friends and I having a few drinks.
Everybody is acting like the shit with Gina and Janell never happened, but I can’t get it off my mind.
Not the part about Janell, but the part about Gina saying she’s pregnant with Tristan’s baby.
I go against my promise to give him space and shoot him a text.
Me: I’m sorry to bother you, but there’s something you should know. Gina is pregnant and saying the baby is yours.
I put my phone away and focus on the pool game I’m playing with Lauren, Marco, and Mathias. It’s Marco’s turn when I feel my phone buzz from inside my purse. I reach in and grab it to quickly check and see who it’s from.
Tristan: You are never a bother. Yes, I know she’s pregnant. Are you in Los Angeles?
Los Angeles? Why would I be there?
Me: No, San Diego at Dexter’s. She’s here with Janell. They came in looking for a fight. Why did you ask if I’m in Los Angeles?
Tristan: Great…I’ll deal with her. Mason and I moved to Los Angeles. Gina’s living here as well. I didn’t realize she went down to San Diego. Thank you. Hope all is well with you.
I’m not sure what any of this means. I’m never a bother.
Does that mean he forgives me? Wants me back in his life?
I’m afraid to ask, so I don’t. He knows my number and when he’s ready, he will text or call me.
They’ve moved to Los Angeles. Is he finishing school?
Is Mason training over there? Why Los Angeles?
He’ll deal with Gina. Is he really the dad?
I have so many questions, but I don’t ask any of them.
When he’s ready he’ll tell me. So, I text back a simple Okay.
I’m here if you need anything and get back an even simpler text from him saying Thanks.
“Everything okay?” Marco comes up behind me, his hands gripping my waist. Every time he touches me, I want to jump his bones.
“I was texting with Tristan.” I place the phone on the table and reach back, my left arm hooking behind Marco’s neck as I tilt my face to the side, bringing his face closer to mine for a kiss.
It starts off slow but builds up quickly, Marco’s tongue finding mine and his dick grinding into my back.
He swings me around to face him, his lips finding mine again.
We make out until Mathias yells for us to get a room.
“We already have one,” he yells back. Then to me says, “Let’s go use it.”