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  • Hook Me(Men of Inked #2)(61) by Chelle Bliss
  • “What’s going on in here?” Cammie asked as she looked in the room.

    “Call the cops, Cammie. Tammy is violating a court order,” Michael replied as he held us apart.

    Tammy stood there with her hands on her hips like she was proving her point. Did she not hear a word he spoke?

    “I’m fine, Michael. You can let me go,” I said.

    Michael nodded, releasing his hold on me.

    On the inside, my belly was burning and my hands were itching to smack her. I judged Michael and called him a barbarian for fighting, but in this moment, it clicked.

    “You listen like a good bitch, don’t you?” she asked.

    I looked at Michael and he winced. “He. Is. Mine, Tammy,” I said, separating each word to drive the point home.

    “He may marry a girl like you, but he’ll always come to me for all the dirty things you don’t give him. You’re plain and boring and probably a rotten lay. He’ll always be mine.”

    I closed my eyes, trying to control my rage. My heart pounded feverishly in my chest, my skin grew hot and I could hear the blood flowing through my ears.

    Michael turned to her, crossing his arms in front of his chest, as he squared his shoulder. “Shut the f**k up, Tammy. Mia’s my girl, not you.”

    “She stole you from me,” Tammy said sounding wounded.

    “I did not,” I said stepping around him as he gripped my arm.

    “You f**king did,” she yelled before smacking me in the face.

    Everything else in the room disappeared except her and me. I lunged at her, my palm connecting to her face with a crack. “He’s mine,” I said as I landed a smack with my other hand. My hands throbbed as we tumbled backward, her body slamming against the tile floor.

    “Fuck,” Michael yelled as his strong arms gripped my torso, trying to pull me off, but I had my legs wrapped around her body.

    “Stop, Mia,” Michael roared trying to untangle me.

    Blood trickled from her mouth as she lay there crying.

    I blinked. I did this too her. I went ape shit and hit her… twice.

    I released my legs and leaned over her body, resting my weight on my arms. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I don’t know what happened.”

    “It’s okay, baby girl,” he said, lifting me up and cradled me in his arms.

    “No, it’s not. I just snapped.” I didn’t know I had that in me. I’d never been pushed to that point in my life.

    “She deserved it, Mia,” he said, kissing my forehead as he walked out of the room leaving Tammy on the floor in tears.

    “She just wouldn’t shut her damn mouth.” I looked at her face through the open door, bloodied and tear filled. A wave of guilt rolled over me.

    “You hit pretty f**king good for a girl,” Michael said, chuckling.

    “Shut up, before I pop you one too,” I said, reaching for his lips.

    I felt the smirk on his face as he laughed. “My, my how you’ve changed since that night in the bar. What did you call me? Barbaric?”

    “Yeah, well. She clearly didn’t understand the English language. I didn’t have any other choice and she hit me first so I’m claiming self-preservation and defense.” He was right, but there was no way in hell I’d admit it.

    “So, I’m yours, if I heard you right?” he asked.

    I sighed and cradled his face in my hands. “Possession, remember?”

    “I could never forget. I love you, Mia.” His eyes grew wide, shocked at his own words.

    My heart stopped. I didn’t know how badly I wanted to hear that phrase until it slipped from his lips. My insides warmed and felt gooey. I loved Michael, but I would have never been the first to say it. Tears filled my eyes as I looked into his eyes.

    “Gonna leave me hanging here, Doc?”

    I smiled against his mouth. “Just this once… I won’t. I love you too, Michael.”

    He crushed his mouth to mine, claiming each other, branding one another with a passionate kiss.


    Two months later

    Mia wrapped her arms around me as I looked around the room, admiring the remodeled clinic. “You did an amazing thing here, Michael,” she said, resting her head on my back, smashing her br**sts into me. Damn, she felt good.

    “We, Mia. We did an amazing job.” I rubbed her arm and thought about how much life had changed in three months.

    I couldn’t imagine a day without her. She made me happier than anything else in my life. I quit fighting and trying to climb the ranks. For her, I’d do anything.

    My time was spent between the shop, the clinic, and Mia. There wasn’t time to fight without sacrificing my time with Mia.

    Did I turn into a pu**y? Not a bit. I could kick any motherfucker’s ass if given the chance.

    I had a greater purpose in life - one that mattered and made a difference. I loved seeing the sparkle in Mia’s eyes every day. She wasn’t stressed and no longer had nightmares as often as she did before quitting her job. She made a difference to the people in the community and I felt like I played a role in making her dream become a reality.

    “Is everyone here?” I asked, turning around.

    “If you mean your family, yeah they’re all here. There’s a big crowd outside waiting for us to cut the ribbon and open up this bad boy.” She laughed. It was infectious.

    “I have something for you first,” I said, reaching for an envelope I left on a waiting room chair.

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