Chelle Bliss - Hook Me

“Um,” I said as I looked around to for someone to rescue me, but no one was looking in my direction. “I’m not here alone.”

“Oh,” he said, as he looked around the arena.

“I’m here with Michael.”

“Really?” he asked, scratching his goatee.

“Really,” I said, tilting my head.

A hand landed on the man’s shoulder as he turned quickly to come eye to eye with Michael.

“You bothering my girl, Torrez?” Michael crossed his arms over his chest, giving the man a cold hard stare.

“Maybe I was, whatcha gonna do about it, Gallo?” Torrez stood, placing his hands on his hips.

“Kick your ass like last time.” Michael broke out into laughter.

Torrez punched him in the shoulder. “I let your sorry ass win that match.”

“Fucking liar.”

“Wanna go for another round?”

“You’re more worthy of my time than the piss ant I fought today. Mia, this is ‘The Mauler’,” Michael said using air quotes and rolling his eyes.

Now it kind of made sense to me, I had seen him before, he was the guy Michael fought in NYC.

“Don’t you two hate each other?” I asked.

“Nah, we went for beers after the match in NYC,” Torrez said, as he shook Michael’s hand. “It’s good to see you, man.”

“Just remember Mia’s mine, Torrez. I’d hate to embarrass you by kicking your ass in public again.” Michael grinned, holding back a laugh.

“Wait, I don’t think I ever said I was yours.” I challenged him.

“Possession, remember,” he said, as he wrapped his arms around me. “You’re mine.”

I bit my lip. I was proud to be called his… he’s a man with the iron fists and warm heart. Michael Gallo could call me anything he wanted as long as he spent his nights in my bed.

MIA

Liberating. That’s how it felt knowing I didn’t have to work in the ER anymore. I walked in and quit, not wanting to spend another day working there. Michael’s family had found donors and used their own money to have me be the clinic physician on a full-time basis.

I could finally do what I loved. Help people without the nightmares and sleepless night.

Michael spent his mornings working out and then coming into the clinic before heading to Inked. He gave himself whole-heartedly to making the clinic a success. They were officially starting the remodel next week and Michael would oversee the project first hand.

Taking a sip of coffee, I looked over the chart for my first patient of the day. Female, unemployed, general check-up – an easy way to start. Grabbing the chart, tucking it under my arm, I walked toward the room. I felt stress-free for the first time in a long time.

Closing the door, I set the chart on the counter and turned toward the exam table. My heart stopped and I froze in my tracks.

“Hey, Mia,” Tammy sneered.

“How in the hell did you get in here?” I said, loud enough that I hoped someone would hear, especially Michael.

Fuck, I really didn’t need her crazy ass here. “What do you want, Tammy?” I asked, glaring at her.

“I came to make peace with you. I wanted to apologize for my behavior,” she said, hopping off the exam table.

I held my hand up, stopping her. “It’s in the past, Tammy. Whatever happened is between you and Michael. Leave me out of it.”

“You two aren’t together then?” She cocked her eyebrow and grinned.

“We are together. We’re happy. I think you should go before he finds you here and calls the police.”

“He’s here?” she asked and looked at the door with excitement in her eyes.

Fuck. That wasn’t the response I’d hoped for when I told her that Michael was here. “He’s going to be really pissed if he sees you, Tammy. You better go for all of our sakes.”

“Maybe I can apologize to him too.” She smiled.

Clearly she was still delusional.

“Tammy, you need to leave,” I spoke louder than before, hoping to draw the attention of Michael or Cammie.

I was getting pissed. My fists were balled at my side. I never wanted to hit a person as much as I wanted to smack the shit out of her.

“Not until I can see Michael.” Sitting back down, she crossed her legs with that Snickers bar smile she wore so well.

“Fine,” I said, turning my head toward the door, keeping my eyes on her I yelled, “Michael!” I turned back toward her and we waited, staring at each other.

The door open and I heard Michael say, “What’s up?”

“We have a visitor.” I pointed to Tammy without look at him and held my hands up.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he said, stepping in front of me, cutting off my view.

“I… I,” she stuttered. “I wanted to see you.”

“You’ve seen me and you’re violating the restraining order, Tammy. I will have you arrested for coming here.” Ever muscle in his body tensed as he stood between us.

He trusted her less than I did, but then again, he knew her better.

She slithered off the table and touched his cheek.

His body recoiled taking a step back, almost knocking me over. “Get out,” he said, pointing at the door.

“Come on, Michael. We were so good together.” She slid her arm around his neck.

She’s totally insane. Was I invisible to her?

I bit my lip not to say something to aggravate the situation.

Peeling her off him, he said through gritted teeth, “Are you shitting me right now with this shit?”

“No, I’m just stating the truth.” She looked at him with a frown and hurt in her eyes.

I’m not an angry person, but this bitch needed to be taught a lesson. Tammy isn’t and never will be a threat to our happiness, but to throw shit in my face was too much for me to take.

“You wouldn’t know the truth if it slapped you in the face. Go, Tammy. I don’t hit women, never have and always said I never would, but you’re getting real close to getting knocked on your ass,” Michael said calmly.

“You know I like it when you’re rough with me, Michael,” she said, moving closer to him with a sly smile, “the harder the better, like old times.”

“Okay, I’ve had enough,” I interrupted. I placed myself between her and Michael creating a barrier. He. Was. Mine. If anyone were to knock her on her ass, it would be me.

“I wasn’t talking to you, whore. I sucked his cock way before you came along. Sloppy seconds aren’t fun, are they?” She smirked.

“Calm down, Mia,” Michael whispered in my ear, grabbing my arm.

Motherfucker. My body shook from anger.

“Yeah, Mia. Know your place. I’m sure you don’t bring him to his knees like I did. You don’t have him smacking your ass as you come on his cock. His body was made for me and I gave him everything he ever wanted,” she said, stepping closer to me.

“You need to shut your damn mouth,” I seethed, with clenched fists, wanting to punch her in the face.

“Ladies,” Michael said, pushing us apart.

“What’s going on in here?” Cammie asked as she looked in the room.

“Call the cops, Cammie. Tammy is violating a court order,” Michael replied as he held us apart.

Tammy stood there with her hands on her hips like she was proving her point. Did she not hear a word he spoke?

“I’m fine, Michael. You can let me go,” I said.

Michael nodded, releasing his hold on me.

On the inside, my belly was burning and my hands were itching to smack her. I judged Michael and called him a barbarian for fighting, but in this moment, it clicked.

“You listen like a good bitch, don’t you?” she asked.

I looked at Michael and he winced. “He. Is. Mine, Tammy,” I said, separating each word to drive the point home.

“He may marry a girl like you, but he’ll always come to me for all the dirty things you don’t give him. You’re plain and boring and probably a rotten lay. He’ll always be mine.”

I closed my eyes, trying to control my rage. My heart pounded feverishly in my chest, my skin grew hot and I could hear the blood flowing through my ears.

Michael turned to her, crossing his arms in front of his chest, as he squared his shoulder. “Shut the fuck up, Tammy. Mia’s my girl, not you.”

“She stole you from me,” Tammy said sounding wounded.

“I did not,” I said stepping around him as he gripped my arm.

“You fucking did,” she yelled before smacking me in the face.

Everything else in the room disappeared except her and me. I lunged at her, my palm connecting to her face with a crack. “He’s mine,” I said as I landed a smack with my other hand. My hands throbbed as we tumbled backward, her body slamming against the tile floor.

“Fuck,” Michael yelled as his strong arms gripped my torso, trying to pull me off, but I had my legs wrapped around her body.

“Stop, Mia,” Michael roared trying to untangle me.

Blood trickled from her mouth as she lay there crying.

I blinked. I did this too her. I went ape shit and hit her… twice.

I released my legs and leaned over her body, resting my weight on my arms. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I don’t know what happened.”

“It’s okay, baby girl,” he said, lifting me up and cradled me in his arms.

“No, it’s not. I just snapped.” I didn’t know I had that in me. I’d never been pushed to that point in my life.

“She deserved it, Mia,” he said, kissing my forehead as he walked out of the room leaving Tammy on the floor in tears.

“She just wouldn’t shut her damn mouth.” I looked at her face through the open door, bloodied and tear filled. A wave of guilt rolled over me.

“You hit pretty fucking good for a girl,” Michael said, chuckling.