Fight Code

FC 28

Growling at her was just the thing to send her giggling, grabbing her cell and keys. Standing up caging her in, she smelled of wild flowers and hot caramel coffee. Without fussing she allowed them to kiss her showing skin, gripping the top of the jeans Van sucked on her tattoo. While his brother trailed his fingers down her bare arms, kissing her neckline.

    "Careful boys, you'll miss your match" She purrs, sending a heat wave of shivers over them. Stepping from her they really need to get dressed, but with her looking like a sex doll its making something very hard.

    "As much as I love looking at you two, go get dressed" She points to her bedroom, fixing her hair. Walking into her room, dressing faster then they thought was possible, coming back out to her.
    "Ready?" Twirling the keys over her middle finger. Grabbing the coffee's she leads them down the stairs, clicking the unlock button to the large black newer Land rover.
    "Who's is that?" Owen frowns. He thought she would of drove her green car, or at least theirs.
    "Mine" She growls, making it sound sexy biting her lip. Van smirks watching as she glides her fingers over the glossy black paint. Opening her door she glides into the deep tan seats, pushing the key twisting it till the engine gives her sound.

    "Good morning my beauty" She taps the computer, as the car practically answers her back. Buckles clip as she checks her rearview looking at Van, Owen never did like the back seat.
    "Feel free to take a nap, it's a long drive." Huffing, they wouldn't be taking a nap. Chuckling at what they were guessing was their stubbornness, she puts the car into drive. Hitting the highway her driving is just as good, as she shifts the car pulling out. Tapping the radio her fingers seem to know all the good stations, as she taps her fingers over the steering wheel.

Two hours later, one stop for gas and a few snacks and their halfway their. Fight clubs have to be in certain districts due to laws, and other nonsense the twins didn't understand. Humming along to the radio, she suddenly turned the volume down.
    "So" She starts, taking a sip of a sprite. Giving Riae their full attention, she clicks her blinker on changing lanes before starting again.

    "When we get there, I need you guys to stay cool. No getting crazy on me, it will only bring drama for us in the end" She seemed to be looking more at Owen then Van. Grumbling he didn't appreciate that very much, while Van was more interested in what she was talking about.
    "Explain" Popping another piece of spicy beef jerky in his mouth.
    "I've been around, so...." Owen growled. Just what was she saying she'd been around.
    "Not like that" She growled back, putting him to shame.
    "I mean, my father is really big at this club, so tones of people know me." She turned red before adding a little bit more, with a softer voice.
    "That and I did a show case a few times as well" Owen nearly spit his coke out, as he turned to look at Van.
    "Show case?"

    "Yea I ummm. Posed" Giving off a nervous laugh.
    "Posed how?" Grinning his teeth, Owen watched her.
    "There's a few photos in the glove box, take a look for yourself" Nodding to the box in front of him. Without any hesitation he opened it, pulling out a few 8x10 photos. Pictures of her in swim suits, pin up outfits and one with her startling a Harley.

They hadn't decided if they really liked the idea of other men looking at her like this, she was after all theirs now. But the pictures were stunning, she gave them an added feature. Showing off her art and legs, while still keeping it somewhat clean. Van took them looking more closely, before handing them back to Owen.

    "There not distasteful" Reassuring her.
    "No those ones wouldn't be"  You could smell him ready to explode, as he glared at her.
    "Where?" Was all Owen said, as he kept his hands off the photos. Sighing she leaned her arm against the door, supporting her head.
    "I'll show you when we get to the hotel" Turning the radio back on. This didn't sit well with him, but it wasn't like he had a choice. At least she was willing to show him, that was better then nothing right.

Parking at the large white dome shaped fight club, she grabbed four bags making Owen more annoyed. Taking them from her, he left her with nothing.
    "I can carry something" She huffed placing her hands on her hips.
    "No" Walking away, Van chuckled she wasn't going to win against him. Throwing her hands into the air, she stalked after him. Pulling out her Id card flashing it the door guy, taking the lead she smiled at a few people before a large black man did a double take.
    "Ray ray?" He yelled, making her stop.