Tapout

Contract.

"STOP!" Felix stands up from his chair. "STOP!"

I smirk and after removing my foot from her throat I pull her up from the ground to place the gun at her temple. "I'll throw the fight, by knock out only. You let me and my loved ones walk away free and clear. Do we have a deal?"

He doesn't answer and I grip Marissa's nappy ass hair yanking it backwards. "I can see it in your eyes Felix that you want one of your body guards to take me down. Which they may but not before I put a bullet through her skull. You got me?" I pull tighter and she squeals from the pain. I can't help but enjoy making her suffer, it's like an early fucking Christmas present. Especially since I won't get another chance to do so. I was about to reiterate what I said whenever he began to speak. He won't kill me, beat the shit out of me sure, why not? But kill me, never. "Yes."

"Why don't you write up a little contract for me? I'll be more than happy to keep Marissa company, right sweetheart." I joke and turn back towards Felix with a smile. "You have 5 minutes before my foot is on her throat again. GO!" Felix instantly flips open his laptop and I feel Lucas' hands wrap around my waist again. "Hey Sparky." I whisper.

"Hey baby." I can tell he's still extremely nervous, which any normal person would be. Why am I not? "You know how to use a gun?"

I lightly laugh, my hold is still strong on Marissa and I nod. "Yup. We are in Texas, I'm hoping you know how to use one too."

"Yeah, why?" He mumbles.

"Just a question." Not really, if something goes down he'll be riding bitch on my bike so he'll be doing the shooting. I know you are probably thinking I'm being extremely dramatic but I'd rather be dramatic and cautious then unrealistic and reckless. Especially with the love of my life beside me. "3 minutes." He's frantically typing and I can't help but be happy that I have him scared shitless. I maneuver Marissa in front of us just in case some idiot bodyguard decides to make a huge mistake.

I could easily fuck this whole thing up by getting cocky so I put myself into check real quick. My smirk fades and my hold on her hair as well as my grip on the gun tightens. "Are you wearing perfume Marissa? It smells like shit."

"No." She mumbles.

"Oh then it's just you."

"HERE!"

"Lucas if you could snatch that piece of paper and read it. Ensure everything is in order, I'm having a nice conversation with Marissa here."

I hear him mumbling behind me. "Felix Bradford... Release Riley and family from Felix Fight Night with zero... If she throws fight with Marissa at finals by knockout... If she does not uphold to her side of this contract..." He trails off.

"What?" I question.

"You'll have to fight until he says you're finished if you don't go out by KO." He sums up and I nod my head in agreeance.

"Is there a signature?"

"Yeah." He whispers.

"Wonderful." I force a smile and make sure they know I'm being sarcastic, "Alright Felix I'll sign it when I get home and snap you a picture, or do people still fax? You'll get your copy soon enough, but right now I need you to call all of your body guards and move them towards that corner over there with their backs facing the door." He narrows his eyes and with the butt of the gun I hit Marissa in the temple. Pistol whip bitches!

She lets out a whimper as the bodyguards move across the room. "I barely tapped you shut the fuck up." I actually hit her a lot harder than expected, but what the hell do I care? "Good, now. Marissa is coming with me until I get to my bike, aren't you? Lucas stay behind me, Marissa why don't you stand right in front of me." I have seriously gone full hostage, but if I risk letting her go now than we won't get out of here, not in decent condition at least.