Sparta ~Tommy Conlon

Chapter 31: Support

Malia's POV:

I woke up to a lot of yelling, I opened my eyes and noticed it was the room next to mine. "Bastards! You bastards. You bastards! Stop the ship, you bastards!" The voice was yelled. It went quiet for a moment but then came back. "Stop the ship! Somebody. Ahab. You godless son of a bitch!" The voice turned from a yell to a scream and I jumped. "You stop the ship! You godless son of a bitch!" I looked around and debated on going over there to see if the man was okay. But when I didn't hear the voice anymore, I thought it was taken care of.

I got up and got dressed, I walked down to the beach and sat down. It was only 7 in the morning, the breeze was still cool and I shivered a little but it felt nice. The sun gave off strong heat today. I took the picture of Baby Conlon out of my pocket and stared at it. I started crying, it wasn't the same type of cry as when Tommy left. It was different, I was trying to hold back the tears, hold back the pain, I was trying to be silent so I wouldn't disturb the people walking down the beach. My shoulders were shaking as I tried not to cry. "If things don't go right today, I need you to move on," I spoke while looking at my tattoo. "I can't promise that something good will come out of this, I'm scared for myself and for our child. I don't want him or her to grow up without you, I don't want to live in a world without you." I brought my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. "Tommy, I need you. I need something to happen so that I can get out of here, please." As the tears fell, I didn't try to hold them back. I held the picture to my wrist and felt ashamed. I'm 4 months pregnant, and Tommy has no idea. Maybe I should've told him when I talked to him, but I was scared of what he'd think. Now he may never be able to meet his son or daughter and it's all my fault...

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I pulled the tank top over my head and jumped up and down, my brother made me wear another pair of booty shorts only these ones were black. I walked out with my hair in 2 boxer braids. "Let's go, fights start at 7," Jerry said.

We all walked to the boardwalk hall and into the arena. I saw a ton of girls wearing shirts for Tommy and I just rolled my eyes. Skanks. We went to our seats and they were the same as last night. The first fight was Tommy and Mad Dog, Jerry was giving me a ton of shit. The whole Arena started chanting his name and I joined in. "Tommy! Tommy! Tommy!" There were girls holding up signs and I rolled my eyes and there was a whole section filled with Marines. The lights were going ballistic as the red, white, and blue was shining everywhere.

"Tommy Riordan coming down the tunnel without his trainer," Bryan spoke.

Sam then cut in. "Once again, no walk-out music."

"I'd hardly say no music, Sam."

The halls of Montezuma is being sung for him by the Marines. I smiled and put my hand over my heart. Tommy had his sweatshirt off and was being checked for illegal items. "Ooh-rah!" The Marines screamed.

Tommy nodded to them and I smiled. "You got this, Tommy." He turned his head slightly in my direction before walking into the cage.

"Tommy acknowledging his comrades for the first time and climbing into the cage." He had a spring in his step and was jumping around. "Mad Dog Grimes has been waiting for revenge ever since the day Tommy Riordan walked into his gym in Pittsburgh and turned his life upside down."

Mad Dog clapped his hands and took off running around the cage. "It's been a very long and very miserable few months for Mad Dog, to say the least." He got in front of Tommy and was attempting to taunt him before backing away.

"Grimes mocking Riordan by having a camouflage motif for his Mohawk tonight, and the Marines are really letting Mad Dog have it."

Tommy was jumping around and hitting his hands together. "All right, gentlemen." Both of them walked to the center and faced each other. Mad Dog was taller than Tommy and Tommy kept his eyes down. "All right gentlemen, we've been over your instructions. I expect a clean fight. Obey my commands at all times, defend yourselves at all times. Touch gloves, go back, let's do this." Tommy held up his gloves but Mad Dog said something before hitting his gloves and shuffling back. Tommy stood there for a second before turning around and walking away.