Fight For Her (Devil's Right Hand MC #2)

Chapter 7

Driver's POV

I was calculating, I always had a plan, but that's just something that I used to be.

Now, I have no fucking clue what I am doing and it's all because of her. It's like I am in a constant war with my gut and my mind. I cannot start something serious with her or anyone, though I can't stop thinking about how she will taste. I thought about making a move and just getting her out of my system, but a part of me knows there will be no stopping this once I start it. It's like this girl is my own personal brand of heroin and I cannot stand it. I cannot stand not being in control.

Yesterday, I finally came to terms with whatever I'm feeling for her when I realized I lost control during our fight. Honestly, I have no idea why I made her fight me, but I needed to know she could handle anything in that ring, I needed to know she was safe.

Standing in this damn underground, watching her prepare for the fight while Smoke flirts with her, I can't seem to remember all the reasons we would be a bad idea. I know there are a million, but I can't list a single one of them because all I see right now is her. At the very least I owe her an apology for the way I acted yesterday.

Once everyone moves to the ring, I stay behind, staring at her. I used to only look at her ass, but now I can appreciate every inch of her and what a fucking masterpiece it is. When she notices me staring at her, a sudden and unfamiliar wave of nervousness comes over me as I shove my hands into my pockets and glue my eyes to the ground.

"You got something to say?" She quips as if I am an inconvenience to her.

"I just - I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I don't fight anymore because sometimes I lose control and I never should've done that with you," I try to explain. I just want her to understand why I did what I did. I need her to know that I care about her safety.

"I can clearly handle it," she scoffs.

"Yeah, you can. You were right though, you should've always had my respect."

"It's fine. I'm used to having to work twice as hard as my male counterparts," she grumbles as she begins zipping her bag.

What the fuck? This has nothing to do with her being a woman, does it?

"What are you talking about?" I question.

"Driver, have you ever made your male fighters do that? Have they ever had to fight you to earn your respect?" she taunts with her hands on her hips and a raised eyebrow.

Well, fuck me. Am I doing all this because I don't trust her being a female fighter? Am I just another sexist asshole?

"That's what I thought," she scoffs in response to my silence as she heads to the ring.

She leaves me standing by the benches in complete and utter shock. I never thought less of her because she is a female. Well, maybe the first time I met her before I saw her fight I was skeptical, but she proved her value as a fighter that first night. All of my feelings towards her can't be just because I feel a need to protect her, she clearly doesn't need protecting.

"Somebody die?" Wolf asks, pulling me from my thoughts.

"You look like you're best friend just died. What's going on?" he asks after a moment of silence.

"Nothing, just a lot on my mind," I say, trying to brush the thoughts from my head.

"I thought you weren't coming tonight?" I ask trying to change the subject.

"No, I was just running late."

"Everything okay?" I ask, suddenly a little worried about Clove, as far as I know, she still hasn't told Wolf about the baby.