Avenging Angel (Pounding Hearts 5)

Grunting mentally to myself, what goes up, must come down, I slam Jamey down to the mat on his back.

And all the air gets knocked out of him as I land right on top of his stomach.

“Gonna make you my bitch now!” I snarl at him as I sit up fully and start slamming my fists over and over into his face.

Jamey’s trying to guard himself, but my arms are like fucking engine pistons. Each blow I rain down is connecting somewhere, his head, his chin, or his temples.

His face quickly becomes a bloody mess as I bust his lip and nose up.

I can tell it’s over before the referee even gets between us. Jamey’s eyes rolled back with the last punch, and fuck it, I’m not willing to kill the fucker as much as I would love to.

“Fuck!” I scream as I climb off him.

The ref didn’t even have time to pull me off. Fuck no. I’m pissed as hell that I screwed up all my damn revenge.

This fucker’s out.

“Goddammit!” I scream as I stomp over to my part of the cage and aim a massive doorbuster kick at the chain-link walls.

In floods everyone, all the training staff and doctors.

Dale and Chase rush in to calm me down, but I’m fucking pissed as can be.

It’s not until I turn to stalk over to Jamey, who’s now sitting up and looking fucking pissed he lost, that I feel the humor of it all.

Right now, as Dale and Chase are getting ready to literally hold me back, I remember Tommy.

He would have laughed his ass off at me for being mad that I won a fight.

It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t the knock-down, drag-out fight I was looking for. But looking at Jamey’s bloodied face, I can find some peace in knowing the fucker is going to need a lot work to fix the shit I did to his eyebrow and nose.

Looking up at Chase’s big, hulking ass, I start smiling and point to my chest. “I put the donuts on your desk.”

“I’ll fucking kill you,” he growls at me, and to the world I bet it looks like he’s going to do just that

“Can’t, bitch,” I say with an even bigger laugh. “I’m going to be your brother-in-law.”

Chase’s wide, gaping mouth gives me all the happiness I need, and I charge over to the ringside and jump onto the rim.

Sitting with my legs on the fence, I raise my arms into the air and feel the thunderous cheers filling the arena.

This one was for Tommy.

It was short, ugly, and didn’t go nearly as planned, but I won it for him and that means everything to me.

I glance over at Dale and Chase. They’re pissed but forcing smiles.

And I gather from the way Dale keeps grinning at me that tomorrow I’m going to regret letting the cat out of the bag about the donuts. But if I’ve got Bree on my side, I don’t think any punishment will take the smile off my face.

I can see her out there in the crowd, and right next to her is Casey and his grandparents.

Tommy would have made this whole thing complete, but I know I have to accept that he’s gone, and those times are not coming back. The sadness doesn’t have to engulf me.

I’ve got Tommy still looking over my shoulder.

He’s watching over us all and laughing at the absurdity of me being pissed that I won.

Bree, I don’t know what the fuck she’s gone through to get back to my side, but the fact is she’s at my side now. She’s here to stay, I can feel it.