Mace (Cocky Cage Fighter #4)(98)

By: Lane Hart


“Where’s she going?” I turn around and ask them as I slip on my shoes and grab my wallet. Not that it has much in it. Yet.

“Who the fuck knows!” Linc yells. “I tried to find her afterwards, but she was gone. She won’t answer her fuckin’ phone either.”

“If I had to guess, I would bet that she’s on her way to the airport,” Claire offers, stepping into Linc’s side to try to calm him down.

Not waiting another second, I leave them standing in the dressing room and head for the front of the hotel. Flagging down a cab, I tell the driver to get me to the airport as fast as possible. He looks at me a little strange since all I have on are the spandex shorts, athletic shoes, and a wallet in my hand. Doesn’t matter. I didn’t have time to get dressed.

Airport security thankfully doesn’t stop me from entering the building with my lack of clothing, so I go straight to where I’m almost certain I’ll unfortunately find Hailey - the first women’s bathroom I come to.

“Hailey!” I yell into the opening, but get no response. When a woman about Hailey’s age comes out, I stop her. “Is there a tall, beautiful blonde in there?”

The stranger’s eyes look me up and down as if trying to figure out if I’m a homeless bum or what. “Not that I noticed,” she says. “Unless she’s the one who’s sick.”


I slap my hand over my eyes in case there are other women wandering about, and make my way into the bathroom. “Hailey? I know you’re in here.”

“Leave me alone, May-Son,” she mutters from one of the last stalls. “You shouldn’t be in here.”

“Like that’s ever stopped me before?” I ask. “Listen, Hailey, about earlier-”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“It didn’t mean anything. I have no idea what her name was.”

“And that’s a good thing?” she shrieks.

“No, what I mean is it was a setup, a publicity stunt for the IFC. That’s it.”

“Congratulations, I’m sure you got your contract.”

“I did,” I tell her, leaning against the door I’m pretty sure she’s behind.

“Good for you. Now you get to fuck lots of women. You’ve got it made.”

“I don’t want to fuck lots of women. I only want to fuck you, that’s why I married you. Please come out and stop making yourself sick,” I beg her, bracing my forehead on the door. “Just give me a chance.”

“A chance for what? To watch you cheat on me?”

“No, Hailey. I would never cheat on you! I got the contract, and the IFC knows we’re married. What you saw- what looked like a kiss- was just acting, pretending to be the player that you know I’m not.”

“You’ll regret it,” she says softly. “You’ll be miserable and hate me in a few days or-or weeks because you’re only twenty-”

“I’ll never regret the decision we made last night. I meant every word of those vows,” I tell her.

“I shouldn’t have come here. We shouldn’t-.”

I interrupt her before she says the words that might kill me to hear. “I’m so fucking glad you came, and that you were crazy enough to marry me. I just wish I could see and hold you right now. Please open the door, Hailey.”


“We can go back to the arena. You can talk to Mr. Warren with the IFC and the girl. They’ll tell you that nothing happened. I didn’t kiss her, it just looked like it. I swear!”

“Sir, you can’t be in here!” A balding, overweight security guard comes barreling into the bathroom toward me, but I’m not concerned since I’m way bigger than he is.

“I’m pretty sure you can’t be in here either, sir,” I tell him.

“Let’s go, now!” The rent-a-cop motions toward the exit.

“Hailey, please come out and just talk to me face-to-face,” I beg.

“I’m gonna need backup,” the security man says into the walkie-talkie on his shoulder. “Send a Marshal.”

Oh shit. U.S. Marshals are no joke. They can and will arrest me for a federal offense. “Hailey, they’re making me leave, but I promise you that this is not over. I’ll wait outside for you. I’m not giving up on you,” I tell her as I finally start moving toward the exit. “I love you. I haven’t been with anyone else since we met, and I won’t be with anyone else again. Only you.”