Broken Lion(126)

By: Devon Hartford

Lion looked at me and we both said at the same time, “Donald.”

“Asshole,” I muttered.

“Fuckin-A right,” Lion grumbled.

“Your ex?” Hackett asked. He had met Donald before the divorce more than once.

“Yes. But it doesn’t matter. I already knew my ex-husband was worthless.”

Lion said, “You could always sue Donald for defamation of character. Send him a message not to try anything like this again.”

“But everything the committee said we did, we did. There was no defamation.”

“She’s right,” Vikki said. “For defamation to apply, Donald would’ve had to make a false statement about Brigid. But he didn’t. And we don’t have any proof it was actually him who said something to the hospital.”

Lion sighed, “I guess you’re right. I just don’t want him getting away with anything.”

I smiled, “He didn’t. So forget about him. I got what I wanted.” I wrapped my arm around Lion’s elbow and we smiled at each other.

“Me too,” he said.

“Right,” Hackett grinned at both of us. “I’m so very sorry you had to go through all that, Brigid.”


“Hey, Doc,” Lion said to Hackett, “Since it wasn’t you who told, why were you asking me all those questions about Brigid when I saw you at your office?”

Hackett smiled. “Simple. I had my suspicions from the beginning about you two, and I merely wanted to warn you, Mr. Maxwell, that dating one’s doctor is against the rules, as you so eloquently pointed out. But most male patients aren’t aware of this fact, and not all doctors are quick to tell them. For Brigid’s sake, I thought it best you know, Mr. Maxwell. But you were so adamant about your disinterest in her, I decided against it. No reason for me to tempt fate.”

Dr. Hackett may have had pompous tendencies, but he was a good man.

“So,” he grinned, “do you two need a proper chauffeur to drive you to the courthouse? It’s the least I can do under the circumstances.”

“I can handle it,” Lion chuckled. “Irish, did you mean what you said? Do you really want to drive to the courthouse right now?” He smiled his boyish grin once again.

I looked into his eyes.

His darted nervously. “Well?”

“Yes. I would love nothing more.”

Lion leaned down and kissed me passionately.

Vikki cooed, “I think I’m going to cry.”

Hackett clapped softly. “Bravo, you two.”

The elevator dinged when we arrived on the first floor.

The doors opened and sunshine poured inside.

Hand in hand, Lion and I both turned and walked out into our bright new future together.




“Knock him out!” The shrill scream came from Daniel, who sat ringside with Brigid. I could barely hear him over the roar of the crowd, but I was right up against the cage fence as I rained elbows on the head of my opponent Carey Bennett. We were well into the fifth and last round. I was running out of gas but Bennett wasn’t giving up. He was a professional badass. The kind of man who the proverbial mugger you wouldn’t wanna meet in a dark alley wouldn’t wanna meet either.

But Carey Bennett didn’t scare me.

He tried to buck me off his chest, but I wouldn’t let him and finally landed an elbow on his nose. Like that, his arms dropped.

He was out.

I was still swinging, but the ref pushed me off Bennett before I did any serious damage. I rolled backward onto my ass. The ref called the fight, scissoring his arms in front of me, keeping himself between me and Bennett. I jumped up and ran around the cage, my arms in the air. My corner team poured inside and everyone started grabbing me.

“I knew you could do it, son!” Dean Jackson said, slapping my back and hugging me.

“Couldn’t’ve done it without you, old man!”

Cahill was jumping up and down, giggling like a girl. “The come back kid! You did it, brother!”

Two minutes later, Carey Bennett stumbled up to me, still wobbly after getting his ticket punched. His nose was pulped and dripping blood. I threw my arms around him in a bear hug. I talked in his ear, “You were a beast out there, Bennett. You almost had me in round four.”