Free Her Tattooed Fighter by Jenika Snow

claim, and even though Mack wasn’t a threat in the sexual sense to his girl, he still didn’t like the asshole being this close to her. Mack swung his eyes in London’s direction and curled his lip, but before he could spout off a bunch of bullshit, London said, “I care about her, and there isn’t anything you can say that will change that. ”. Yeah, he may have lived a reckless life, but hell, couldn’t people change? It wasn’t like Mack was some saint, and it was almost like a slap in the fucking face that the Russian thought so lowly of him. London had seen Mack with countless females, most of whom he had met the same night he took them home.
    “I fucking told you to stay away, that being with her was going to bring a lot of problems to your door.” He could tell Mack was getting more pissed by the minute. “You only think with your fucking dick, and not about the pain you cause when you’re fucking done with the chicks. To be honest, I couldn’t care less who you screw and leave, but you’re fucking with someone I care a lot about, and I am not about to let that go, London.”
    Now it was London’s turn to feel his rage escalating. “Watch your fucking mouth, Mack. I’m not putting up with your shit, and no way in hell are you going to compare Sunny to a Chaser.” Mack’s nostrils flared, and London knew this was going to get ugly, but that was okay because he was fucking ready, and not about to let anyone stand in the way of him being with Sunny. “I won’t deny that we should have told you and Harlond, but to be honest it isn’t anyone’s business but our own. We also knew the fuck-storm everyone would get in once they found out, and excuse us for wanting to have a bit of peace before that happened.”
    Sunny pushed away from him, but he made sure to keep her close to his side. “Mack, we didn’t mean to upset or deceive anyone, but look at how you’re reacting.” Mack stared at her with a plethora of emotions passing across his face, but after a prolonged moment he breathed out roughly and ran a hand through his hair.
    “Sweetheart, you have to know what a bad idea this is. Your dad and I have told you how bad it is to get involved with a guy that fights. It isn’t just London we were referring to, but all fighters. The majority of them take home random girls every other night.” He cut his eyes to London. He tried to keep his cool, but he was getting pretty fucking sick of this shit. “Listen, I came looking for you. Your dad wants to talk to you.” He looked at her again, and then back at London. “And even though I thought something was going on with you London, I really didn’t think you’d go there.” Mack started pacing back and forth, and London reached out and pulled her close to his side.
    “Just go see what your dad needs, Sunny.” He stopped and smiled, but London could tell it was forced.
    She turned in his arms and looked up at him. “It’s okay, baby. We won’t kick each other’s ass.” She didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t blame her. “Go on. I’ll see you before I leave the center.” She looked like she was going to argue, but reluctantly she nodded and made her way toward Mack. London held his place and grit his teeth when Mack ran his hand up and down her back as she passed. It wasn’t anything sexual, but it pissed London off nonetheless.
    “Please don’t fight.” She looked between them, and her gaze landed on Mack. “I mean it. I really care about him, Mack.” The Russian’s jaw clenched, and a muscle ticked beneath the flesh. After a prolonged moment of them staring at each other, he finally nodded.
    “Okay, Sunny girl. No fighting. I promise.” She looked at London, and he nodded his agreement.
    “Really, baby. Everything will be okay. We’ll talk in a little bit.” She smiled, and he visibly saw the tension leave her. She left them alone in the locker room, and they stared at each other. It was clear Mack wanted blood on his