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Authors: Chelsea Camaron, Mj Fields
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Jagger is who my heart tells me he is. “I don’t need a warning, but thank you.”
Without another word, he turns around and grabs his keys, and then we make our way out of his place. Arriving back at Caldwell’s, we find the place is crowded. Outside, I see a woman in what looks to be a wedding dress, yelling at an old, disheveled-looking man. I also see Jagger in a suit, and he is handsome.
My heart beats wildly in my chest as the commotion stops, and everyone makes their way inside.
I shouldn’t have come here. This is definitely not the day to bother him. I turn and rush around the corner to the alley where Cobra is waiting. He takes one look at my face and takes me by the hand, leading me away. He starts the car without saying a word.
We drive for a while before Cobra looks over at me and says, “I don’t want to say this, Mouse, but knowing Jagger, he was probably marrying some poor girl who doesn’t know she has bitten off more than she can chew. Hell, Missy didn’t come home. She may be the one inside, tying herself to him for life. He will expect loyalty, and he won’t return it. This, I know.”
My mind spins. Is Jagger that heartless? Is he a womanizer? I don’t know anything about him.
“I don’t know what to do.”
“Stay with me until you figure it out,” Cobra states as if it’s so easy.
Chapter 9
Jagger
I look down at my phone and read the message out loud:
“You wanna play a game? How about you and I are cats, and we see who gets the mouse.”
I look up at Shaw from behind the curtain. “Message signed with that little worm.” I laugh as I look at the cartoon character that is supposed to represent a cobra. I speak as I type my response,
“I ain’t no pussy. How about you be the cat, keep the fucking mouse, and I keep the title? Who’s the champion? I fucking am!”
“You sure are, son. You sure are.” Shaw pats my back as I toss my phone on the pile of warm-up clothes sitting on the chair.
“Did my brothers call?” I ask Kid.
“Probably out looking for the chick you aren’t in love with,” he says, shaking his head.
“So they did call? I’ll tell you just what I told them. It isn’t love. I just want her safe, just want her alive.”
“Right,” he says. “Well, they didn’t call.” He walks over and peeks out from around the wall at the loud and rowdy spectators.
“Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready?” the announcer yells. “This evening is brought to you by Broke Bail Bonds. This is to defend the Rock City Light-Heavyweight Championship. We will have five three-minute rounds. In the Broke Bail red corner, standing at an even six feet tall, weighing in at a cool two hundred three pounds, the man who has vowed to get his title back, the striker, Cooooobra!”
“Shut ’Em Down” by Public Enemy blasts, and the crowd goes wild. I assume Cobra is bounding out from across the floor.
“In the black corner, sponsored by Caldwell’s Bar, standing six feet one inch, weighing in at a trim one hundred ninety-five pounds, the reigning light-heavyweight champion, Jagger ‘The Hitmaker’ Caldwell!”
“Right About It” by Lil Wayne starts, and Shaw gives me the stink eye once again.
“No change in songs. This one was good luck.” I give Shaw a half-hug, fist bump Kid, and then my mind gets fight-ready.
I hold my hands up in prayer position, look up, and whisper, “Legacy, Momma.”
I bound out and see my brothers made it. Then I look around, hopeful they brought the little one with them, but they didn’t.
“We’ll find her.” Hendrix clasps his hand on my shoulder. “Make it quick and dirty. This fucker rubs me the wrong way.”
I nod and walk out. I am trying to focus, but I’m unable to get my head in the game, thinking of the little one. Quick and dirty replays in my mind, that’s what it needs to be so I can get out there and find her.
“I’ve got something you want,” Cobra sneers.
“I think you’ve got that backward.” I laugh
Without another word, he turns around and grabs his keys, and then we make our way out of his place. Arriving back at Caldwell’s, we find the place is crowded. Outside, I see a woman in what looks to be a wedding dress, yelling at an old, disheveled-looking man. I also see Jagger in a suit, and he is handsome.
My heart beats wildly in my chest as the commotion stops, and everyone makes their way inside.
I shouldn’t have come here. This is definitely not the day to bother him. I turn and rush around the corner to the alley where Cobra is waiting. He takes one look at my face and takes me by the hand, leading me away. He starts the car without saying a word.
We drive for a while before Cobra looks over at me and says, “I don’t want to say this, Mouse, but knowing Jagger, he was probably marrying some poor girl who doesn’t know she has bitten off more than she can chew. Hell, Missy didn’t come home. She may be the one inside, tying herself to him for life. He will expect loyalty, and he won’t return it. This, I know.”
My mind spins. Is Jagger that heartless? Is he a womanizer? I don’t know anything about him.
“I don’t know what to do.”
“Stay with me until you figure it out,” Cobra states as if it’s so easy.
Chapter 9
Jagger
I look down at my phone and read the message out loud:
“You wanna play a game? How about you and I are cats, and we see who gets the mouse.”
I look up at Shaw from behind the curtain. “Message signed with that little worm.” I laugh as I look at the cartoon character that is supposed to represent a cobra. I speak as I type my response,
“I ain’t no pussy. How about you be the cat, keep the fucking mouse, and I keep the title? Who’s the champion? I fucking am!”
“You sure are, son. You sure are.” Shaw pats my back as I toss my phone on the pile of warm-up clothes sitting on the chair.
“Did my brothers call?” I ask Kid.
“Probably out looking for the chick you aren’t in love with,” he says, shaking his head.
“So they did call? I’ll tell you just what I told them. It isn’t love. I just want her safe, just want her alive.”
“Right,” he says. “Well, they didn’t call.” He walks over and peeks out from around the wall at the loud and rowdy spectators.
“Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready?” the announcer yells. “This evening is brought to you by Broke Bail Bonds. This is to defend the Rock City Light-Heavyweight Championship. We will have five three-minute rounds. In the Broke Bail red corner, standing at an even six feet tall, weighing in at a cool two hundred three pounds, the man who has vowed to get his title back, the striker, Cooooobra!”
“Shut ’Em Down” by Public Enemy blasts, and the crowd goes wild. I assume Cobra is bounding out from across the floor.
“In the black corner, sponsored by Caldwell’s Bar, standing six feet one inch, weighing in at a trim one hundred ninety-five pounds, the reigning light-heavyweight champion, Jagger ‘The Hitmaker’ Caldwell!”
“Right About It” by Lil Wayne starts, and Shaw gives me the stink eye once again.
“No change in songs. This one was good luck.” I give Shaw a half-hug, fist bump Kid, and then my mind gets fight-ready.
I hold my hands up in prayer position, look up, and whisper, “Legacy, Momma.”
I bound out and see my brothers made it. Then I look around, hopeful they brought the little one with them, but they didn’t.
“We’ll find her.” Hendrix clasps his hand on my shoulder. “Make it quick and dirty. This fucker rubs me the wrong way.”
I nod and walk out. I am trying to focus, but I’m unable to get my head in the game, thinking of the little one. Quick and dirty replays in my mind, that’s what it needs to be so I can get out there and find her.
“I’ve got something you want,” Cobra sneers.
“I think you’ve got that backward.” I laugh
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