He’s an asshole, cocky for sure, yet he’d fallen for me, and I him.
Rowdy took a seat beside me. “You really do love him, don’t you?”
I looked at my big brother. “Yeah, I really do.”
“Damn, I’m going to end up having Malachi as a brother-in-law.” He chuckled. “It’s going to seriously damage my rep.”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “You’re really jumping the gun there,” I said, but I grinned.
“You still complaining about me?” Malachi asked, a teasing note in his voice. He came out of the ring and toward us. He was covered in sweat, but I still got wet for him. I stood up, wrapping my arms around him, not caring that he was soaked from fighting. He kissed my head and gripped my hip.
A couple of girls passed us, and they were wearing really short shorts. I looked up to find Malachi staring at Rowdy and having no interest in the women. God, that made me feel good. He made me feel good, like I was the only woman for him.
This was what I loved about him. He wasn’t interested in anyone but me, and I knew he wouldn’t stray.
“I’ll always complain about you,” I finally said to Rowdy. “You’ve just got to keep proving me wrong, and I’ll be more than happy about that.”
Rowdy slapped Malachi’s back, and for me that meant he’d given his blessing.
“I guess you’re mine now, Vi. You can’t run from me.”
I smiled up at him. “Oh, Rowdy threatened you. You stray from me and I’ll cut your dick off and feed it to you.” I batted my eyes at him. “I come from a fighting family.”
“And that’s what makes me so damn horny.” He lifted me up, twirling me in the air, announcing to the whole of the gym news of our upcoming marriage.
I knew our relationship was going to be … interesting. I also knew we were going to make it work.
The End
ROWDY (A Taboo Short, 6)
1
Rowdy
I stared at my baby sister as she was all over Malachi, their desire for each other enough to make the big brother in me want to go over there and punch him right in the damn nose. I didn’t care that they were a “thing” now. Yeah, Mal treated her good, and that was saying a lot, but I still hated the fact my little sister had gotten involved with a fighter.
Motherfucking Mal.
“Dude, you need to let that shit go,” Boss said, and I turned around and looked at the other boxer.
“Fuck off. Let’s see if you can let shit go when your little sister is dating an asshole.”
Boss grinned. “I don’t have a sister, but to be honest, Mal treats her like a queen.”
Yeah, he might, but still…
“Are we gonna fight or what?” Boss asked and started bouncing on the balls of his feet. He had his hands up and this grin on his face. “You want to work out that aggression and annoyance you have over Mal being with your sister?” He lifted a brow. “Then come on, Rowdy.”
I rolled my head to loosen my neck, stared at Boss, and felt all my energy rise up. If Boss wanted to go at it, then I was more than happy to do just that.
Cassandra
I walked into the gym and immediately smelled sweat and testosterone. I curled my hand tightly around the strap of my bag and breathed out slowly. I saw him right away, the guy I’d been pining after for the last five years. Because of Rowdy I couldn’t even find any other guy attractive, couldn’t even think about being with anyone else.
But that was where it would start and end between us.
With my dad, Eric, being Rowdy’s trainer since he was seventeen years old, I knew the fighter didn’t see me as anything other than a kid, even if I was twenty-one. He might only be seven years older than me, but because my dad had been like a second father to him, Rowdy most likely just saw me as Eric’s daughter.
I stepped into the main part of the gym and looked around for my dad. He was busy helping one of the other fighters. I scanned the room again and saw Malachi, one of the younger fighters, with his girlfriend Violet, who also happened to be Rowdy’s sister.
They looked so happy, and this longing took root right in my heart.
The sound of punching drew me away from the couple and to the ring. I watched as Boss and Rowdy went at it, dodging hits, and slamming their gloved fists into the other. I’d seen the guys go at it with boxing gloves, taped up hands, and bareknuckle—the latter being the more preferred method.
I didn’t know how long I stood there, but I watched Rowdy deliver more hits than he took. Boss had the start of a bloody nose, but the two fighters were still going on strong. It was so hot watching Rowdy fight, and I’d done just this so many times in the past it probably bordered on obsessive. I didn’t care though, because I could say in all honesty I loved him.