Damaged and the Outlaw (Damaged #4)

Every time I came to the Thunderdome, it was packed. Even with so many of the town’s population home for the summer, the stands remained filled. People came from around the state to bet on fighters. I never wasted my money, since I was only there for the spectacle.

So far, I’d been to one girl fight and that was enough for me. I had no issue with combining women and violence. In my job, I could be a cold fuck. Besides, these chicks were paid to smack each other around. No, I was more freaked out by the guys around me and their reaction to the violence. Being surrounded by horny men didn’t interest me, so I stayed away. Tonight, I would endure the aroused freaks in the stands.

The first fight was lame. An uncoordinated chick fighting the black girl I saw from before. It was clear how one could fight and the other couldn’t which resulted in a play fight. They danced more than fought. Finally, the black chick knocked the other one down and the uncoordinated chick stayed on the ground.

Next, Raven appeared in gym shorts, a wife beater, and blonde hair wild around her face. Taller than little Lark, she was curvy in the right places, toned in the others. Pouty lips turned into a frown, she looked bored maybe. Even from my spot in the stands, I could see how fair her eyes were. I found myself wondering how she looked when smiling.

Her opponent was a tiny redhead with raccoon eyes and teased hair. She wore what looked like superhero pajamas. I didn’t think the fight would last long.

I wasn’t wrong either.

What started as another lame girl fight turned violent when raccoon eyes bit into Raven’s hand. The blonde nailed the hungry chick in the face and the crowd went wild. After Raven stormed off while the redheaded chick was dragged out by two guys, I tried to catch up with my target.

Tucker’s guy said she was changing. When Axel came back, he said she was gone. Maybe I looked pissed and close to violence because he got babbly. Axel said she went for a drink and the fight girls liked Tequila Jodi’s.

Leaving him to change his pants, I strolled to my Harley and hoped to catch up to Raven. At this point, I wondered if all my effort was worth the outcome. An abstaining ice princess with violent tendencies meant I was more likely to get kicked in the balls than laid. Either way, I was too far into the chase to give up.





Chapter Three - Raven


Arriving at Tequila Jodi’s, I found the parking lot nearly empty. Inside the Key West flavored bar, a few old timers in the corner played cards while talking about pussy they likely hadn’t seen in a few decades. At least, not for free.

In the opposite corner were a few college girls moping in their beers. They looked up when I entered then glanced at the bar where I found Beavis and Butthead. Having shot down the losers, they wanted to warn me that I was next on the perverts’ radars. I gave the girls a nod then hopped onto the stool.

Glancing at the losers, I noticed them grin in unison. I couldn’t imagine their plan. Was I supposed to hook up with them both or choose between Dumb and Dumber? Ignoring their lame smiles, I ordered a beer and looked at my hand.

I couldn’t believe the little dipshit bit me during the fight. After all her whining about me not hurting her before the big picture day, she gnawed at my hand like a rabid dog. Stupid bitch was going to look like shit in her pictures. I’d made sure to nail her square in the nose to give her two black eyes. Even getting my revenge, I couldn’t believe how much my hand hurt.

Two beers later, the pain was better and I no longer hated the chick. I even hoped she hid the black eyes I gave her when she tried to eat me. As I settled into a booze-induced good mood, the lame fucks at the end of the bar scooted closer. I was ready to tell them about the gun I was carrying when their focus turned towards the door

Following their gazes, I saw Vaughn Majors in all of his hot shit glory. Guys like Vaughn were vain in the best way. His powerful shoulders and chest demanded an extra large tee to fit comfortably. Of course, an extra large shirt would hang loose over his ripped stomach. What could he do? Simply buy a large tee so it clung to his every sexy curve. Hell, I could probably see a mosquito bite under such a tight shirt. His vanity gave me quite the view.

Hotter than sin, Vaughn was a shining example of the wrong guy. He intimidated men when he wasn’t dampening the panties of every chick in the room. He walked to the bar like he was ready to hit someone then fuck a random chick to celebrate his win.

I’d been impressed since seeing him in passing when he came by the house to talk to the Johanssons. Having avoided him since then, I planned to do so again. Sexy and up to no good was exactly the kind of man I needed to abstain from. Of course, he walked directly to where I sat and took the stool to my right.

“Lark’s sister.”

“Cooper’s peon.”

A grinning Vaughn tapped the bar to get the bartender’s attention. Once he had a beer, his gaze returned to me.

“Saw you fight. Little bitch bit you, huh?”

After showing him my hand, I forced my gaze to my drink and away from his bright blue eyes.