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

Chapter 12

Driver's POV

I'm an ass.

My entire life, I have pushed people away, led them on, and broken many hearts. The worst part is that I never really thought about how I made those women feel, but now I get it. I understand how it feels to be so completely enamored by someone and you can feel them pushing you away. You can feel this invisible barrier between you and her, and whenever you breach the subject, they shut down even more.

Maybe this is karma, payback for all the times I have been the perpetrator in this situation. But goddamn, it hurts from this side.

It's been about a month since our first night together, and my feelings for her have only strengthened. We spend almost every morning together and those are by far the best part of my day. Just being with her has given me the courage to push down the voices in my head that tell me I'm not good enough because if this wonderful person can see some good in me so should I.

However, it seems like the closer we get, the farther she pushes me away and I have no idea why. I am no stranger to running from my problems, but that's not Shorty. She faces her issues head-on no matter her fears, just like she did the night we got together.

She's a fighter, but she is running from this and I don't know what the fuck I can do about it.

My mind is a million miles away as I watch her change into her workout clothes. Tonight, just like every Saturday night, she came to the gym after work so we can train together. Though I have to admit, our training sessions seem to get shorter and shorter as other things seem to take priority.

"How was work today?" I ask as we begin warming up.

"Good," she replies simply.

"You ever gonna tell me which diner you work at?"

"Why? You don't get enough of me already?" She questions with a flirty wink as I close the gap between us and kiss her lightly.

This is how she gets me every single fucking time. I ask a question, she tries to dodge it, then she does something sexy and I forget what I asked her in the first place. It's an effective method, but it's getting old.

"Tell me one serious thing about yourself," I push as we both climb into the ring.

"You wanna know more?" she questions in a seductive voice.

"You know I do."

"Okay, then let's have a little friendly competition. Every time somebody is pinned, they have to answer a question of the other's choosing, but they have veto powers."

Maybe I can finally get some truth out of her.

"You're on, Shorty," I smile as we face each other in the ring. Now, I never lose control in the ring with her and it's refreshing, like my instinct to protect her overrides the darkness he put in me.

As we circle each other in the ring, I have to make a conscious effort to stay focused as my eyes wander over her body. She never makes the first move in a fight, so I lunge at her and we go down on the mat in a swift motion. I'm surprised she went down so easily, but I must've caught her off guard, which is rare. Though she went down easily, she does not stay down as we flip over multiple times, each of us fighting for power.

Now, we are fighting for more than a simple win, we are fighting for information.

Once I secure my position on top of her, all of my attention goes to her upper body as I try to pin her hands. This was a rooky mistake as she uses the opportunity to wiggle her legs and kick me off of her. In one swift motion, she is on top of me and my hands are pinned.