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20. Beau

20

BEAU

“ K eep working on your uppercuts, Joey.”

“Will do, Beau.” My client wiped his sweaty face with a towel. We’d just finished a training session. “And thanks. I’ve really improved since I started training with you.”

I nodded. “Happy to hear that.”

Joey was in his mid-twenties and a keen boxer. He had a lot of potential. I watched as his gaze shifted, looking over at Bell. She was folding towels. I stiffened.

“Uh, your new hire, is she single?” Joey asked hopefully.

I frowned. “No.”

My tone made Joey stiffen. “Right.” He gave me a chin lift. “Got it. Night, Beau.”

I watched him walk away. It was almost closing time, and the gym was emptying out. My cellphone rang and I pulled it out. Reath’s name was on the screen.

I pressed it to my ear. “Hey.”

“Hi, Beau. I’ve got an update on my search for Carr.”

His serious tone made me tense.

“He’s slippery,” Reath said. “No credit cards in his name. No rental agreements, property, or cars. He’s a ghost. But our facial recognition picked him up near the French Quarter.”

My hand curled into a fist. I knew Reath’s company, Phoenix Security Services, had invested a lot in cyber technology, including a state-of-the-art facial recognition system. “He’s definitely in New Orleans, then.”

“He is.”

My knuckles turned white. “I won’t let him get close to her again.”

“I know. I’ve got my team hunting him, and I made a call to Simon. We’ll find him, Beau.”

“She needs new locks at her place. And an alarm she can press if there’s trouble. I want to be the first one alerted.” I pulled in a deep breath. I’d keep Bell safe.

“I’ll have it taken care of.”

“Thanks, Reath.” I knew I could always trust my brothers.

Over the next few minutes, the last of the gym goers left, as did Gio. I locked the front door and turned the lights down.

“Everyone gone?” Bell smiled at me.

She looked relaxed. In my mind, I kept seeing her out on the bayou today, riding me in that chair.

My cock stirred.

“Yes. It’s training time.”

“I’m ready.” She held up her already wrapped hands.

As we headed to the back boxing ring, I moved to the music system and put some music on. The steady beat filled the air.

When I turned, Bell was in the ring. She’d taken her Hard Burn shirt off and was just wearing her leggings and a sports bra top. She bounced on her feet. “Come on, tough guy. I’m not afraid of you.”

I liked seeing her smiling and playful.

I climbed in. “Don’t get cocky.”

She shifted from side to side. “I’m missing the appendage that usually leads to that. I think you’re scared.”

I wasn’t scared of fighting her, but she did make me afraid of other things.

Of wanting to keep her longer than I should.

Of wanting more than I could have.

She came at me. I got my focus pads up just in time. Her hits made a solid connection.

We moved around the ring, doing all the combos I’d taught her. She moved well, and listened to instruction. She was a good fighter, and could read the cues.

“All right, drink break,” I said.

She grabbed a water bottle from the edge of the ring and chugged it back.

“Let’s make this more interesting.” I dropped the pads to the mat and pulled on my own boxing gloves.

She cocked her head. “Okay.”

“Let’s have a little fight to test out what you’ve learned so far. Each point scored means the other has to pay up.”

A groove appeared between her brows. “Money?”

I smiled. “No. A piece of clothing.”

Her pretty mouth dropped open. “Strip boxing?”

“Now who’s scared?”

“Not me.” She whacked her gloves together. “I’m keen to see you naked, Fury.”

I chuckled. “Let’s go then, angel, because you’re the one who’s going to end up naked.”

She came at me, and this time she was putting everything into it.

But I had the advantage of experience and longer arms. And I wasn’t above using either of them to my advantage. I scored a light punch and Bell huffed out a breath.

She toed off one shoe, and kicked it to the side of the ring. “Don’t go easy on me.”

“No plans to.”

We kept fighting. I lunged forward, and she dodged my swing nimbly, then planted her glove in my gut.

“Good girl.” I yanked my T-shirt off.

Her gaze ran over my chest and my ink in blatant appreciation.

“Don’t get distracted,” I warned. “It’s the first rule of fighting.”

Her chin lifted. She attacked.

As the fight progressed, I lost a shoe, while Bell lost her other shoe, both socks, and then had to shed her leggings.

She stood in the center of the ring in her sports bra and panties.

My smile was slow and cunning.

“It’s not over yet,” she said.

I gestured with my gloves.

She moved faster, her hits riskier this time. We moved around the ring, and I avoided her swings easily. I could see the frustration in her face.

But she wasn’t giving up.

Then, I lunged forward, my gloves hitting her side in a one-two hit.

“Dammit,” she grumbled.

A second later, she stood in the center of the ring naked.

I loved her body—her fit build, her curvy breasts. “Looks like I win.”

“Enjoy the moment.”

My gaze ran down her body. “Oh, I will.”

I hadn’t had a chance to appreciate her that first time in that dark motel room. Nor the second time by the bayou.

Now, I could.

She met my gaze and licked her lips. “What now?”

Now, I took what was mine.

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