ROMANCE: SPORTS ROMANCE: Tight End (Bad Boy Football Romance) (New Adult Alpha Male Sports Romance) (43 page)

Chapter 3

Mara sat on the small chair in the corner of the empty room she was told to wait in. She was in the city now, but she didn’t know enough about it to be able to tell what part of it she was in. All she knew was that she was now in Indianapolis, but certainly not the way she had thought it would turn out.

She had heard the two men talking and the blonde one with the blue eyes was named Lance. Mara didn’t quite get the other man’s name, but it really didn’t seem to matter. She heard the name Grant several times and he was apparently the person that mattered anyways. He was the one that was going to decide what happened to her and when she heard that he was on his way, there was a mix of emotions.

On the one hand she was happy that her dad had somehow done what they asked. There was the small part of her that had really believed that he would pick the job over her. He was just so dedicated and Mara knew that he wanted to take Grant down badly. Mara didn’t like to listen to a lot of his work talk, but it was hard not to hear some of it.

There was a knock at the door and she tensed, getting up from the chair. It was the man from before. She smiled at him as he walked in with some water. Thanking him, Mara gauged his reaction when she asked when she would be able to leave. He had seemed to be the nicer one, the one that was less sure about what they were doing when they were kidnapping her. The man wasn’t ready to let her go though and caught himself before he could say too much. It left Mara with not much more information but now he was suspicious of her.

When she heard footsteps again, she was laying down on the bed. Mara got up again, pushing the blonde hair from out of her face as she stood up. She had only gone a few steps when she stopped. It wasn’t Lance or the man from before. Mara instantly knew that this man was Grant, the one that she had been waiting for.

He was dark through the eyes with light brown hair. What struck her first was how he seemed to fill up the room with his presence. Closing the door behind him, she took a step backwards from where she had come.

“So you’re Mara?”

Mara nodded, but he didn’t seem too happy about her being there, or her in general. Mara wasn’t sure, but his voice was harsh to her ears and she took another step until she felt the mattress behind her. “Yes. And you must be Grant.”

He smiled and she still wasn’t sure what he was so angry about, but she knew she had to stand her ground. “I am. I was not aware that you would be brought into this all to get me out of jail, but here we are.”

“Yes, here we are.” Mara almost sounded bitter when she said it. She felt a little bitter about it all, the smiling man looking at her like she was less than he was. Her fear was quickly turning to anger as well. “So what are you going to do with me? I have been asking your goons, but they won’t say anything.”

Grant nodded and smiled bigger. “I am sure they will love to hear that. You know why you are here and you will stay here until my trial is over. Very simple arrangement. My freedom for yours.”

“He isn’t going to do that.”

“Alex will. Family are always a weakness.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

Grant’s smile faltered and Mara wished she hadn’t said the last part. She never did learn to shut her mouth.

“We don’t want to have to go there if we don’t need to. I don’t see the point in senselessly scaring you.”

She was more than just scared, but Mara kept her face calm. She reminded herself that hysterics would get her nowhere and only make it worse. But by the sound of it, it couldn’t get much worse. The trial would take days even a week and it didn’t start for several days. Mara looked around the small room and grimaced.

“It won’t be that bad. Just stay quiet and don’t be stupid. Pretty simple right?”

Mara nodded her head, but looked away when their eyes met. He was too intense for her and she couldn’t help the way her cheeks flamed. Her body and mind were sending mixed signals. One part felt fear, while another part of her felt something else all-together. He was the very example of what she didn’t need in her life, but Mara liked the feeling of danger as well.

Grant stared at her for another couple of heartbeats before going back the way he had come. “Can I have some paper and a pen, books, something?”

He was surprised by the request. Grant wasn’t sure if he was more shocked that she had even considered asking for anything at all or what was requested. Mara definitely wasn’t like the girls that he picked up at bars and through business.

“I will see what I can do.”

“Thank you.”

As he shut the door, Grant wondered if he had been had. It was the only way to make sense of the way he felt at that moment. He was intrigued by her, but even as he smiled to himself, he knew that there were no worse terms to meet on.

Leaving the small hideout, Grant had mixed feelings. He stopped in front of Lance and pulled out a cigarette. “You know I am grateful to you to be out, that won’t be forgotten.”

“But?”

“But, damn I wish it didn’t have to be this way.”

Lance knew that it had been a last ditch effort, but he wanted Grant out. The gang was breaking down with him gone and he had to do something. It was all he could think of and it had been from Grant’s saying about families. That was what had spurred the whole thing on, but he knew not to ever say that. Lance would take the heat if it meant that things would go back to normal.

“I know. It was not my first choice.”

Grant walked to the car and stopped as he opened the door. “You stay here. Don’t let anything happen to her. I mean it, nothing.”

Lance agreed. “Where are you going?”

“To get a few things.”

***

Another knock at the door brought Lance back to her room. She had locked it after Grant left. Mara wanted to ask who it was, but when the knock got louder after the door handle jiggled, she realized that she had to open it. “Sorry.”

“Why was the door locked?”

“I was going to lay down. Just wanted some privacy.”

Lance looked around for something hidden. “Leave the door unlocked. I will knock first.”

“Grant didn’t really knock.”

“It’s his place, but he is gone now, so you don’t have to worry anyone barging in.”

“Thank you.”

Lance made a small sound and then pushed a bag into her hands. She saw the books and other supplies in there and thanked him again. It was bad enough that she had to be stuck there, but at least she didn’t have to be completely bored. Mara hoped that the trial went by quickly.

Chapter 4

Grant did not go see Mara for a couple of days. He had to keep up appearances and live in the house that was on his bail papers. If he was being watched, he didn’t want to lead anyone to her. He didn’t like to think about what he would have to do, if Alex went back on his word.

He had checked up on her, calling Lance a few more times than was really necessary. The young blonde looked like many of the women he spent a night or two with, but Grant doubted that any of them had ever read an actual book. It was a contradiction, her looks and quick mind. One that made wanting her more complicated. The fact that her father was the man hell bent on prosecuting him and he kidnapped her daughter, just more mountains that were seemingly insurmountable.

When he finally did go back to the safe house to see her, she was in no better of a mood. She was getting stir-crazy.

“Can’t we just go out for a walk or something? I can’t stand another day in here. There are no windows, no way to know what time of day it is.”

“It’s nighttime.”

“Please. I am grateful for the books and notepads, but I really just want to feel a breeze for a bit.”

Grant could relate. That was all a man in jail wanted and he had felt that way for far too long. He didn’t blame her for what happened and it seemed cruel to take that away from her. Nodding, she got up and put her shoes on. “Thank you.”

“You run.”

“I know, you guys will shoot me or something.”

Mara was already outside in her mind. She grabbed his arm and tugged him along. Grant was surprised by the touch and by the look on Lance’s face, he was as well. Grant was not the kind of man that was touched. He was the type of man to be feared. Mara’s fear of him seemed to have long since gone and he decided that he liked that.

Once she got outside she breathed in deeply. She hadn’t brought a jacket and in a few moments she was shivering, but Mara was trying to forget that for a moment. Grant offered her his jacket and when she said she was okay, he draped it over her shoulders anyways. Mara pulled the large jacket tighter around her to the biting wind. It was colder than she remembered. “Can we go for a walk?”

He looked around for a minute and then said they could for a bit. “Did you do it?”

Grant was again surprised at her words. “You don’t pull any punches do you?”

“I have had a lot of time to think about everything. You will be gone again and let’s be honest, Lance is not much of a conversationalist.”

“He is not happy with his current assignment.”

“I can tell he doesn’t like me.”

“It’s just here. He can’t see his wife, so he’s not very happy. Sandra keeps calling me bitching. I am starting to think that I am not happy with his current assignment.”

“You could always let me go.”

“Yes, I could. But then I would be convicted and not be able to feel the wind for years.”

“But did you do it?”

“I did, what had to be done.”

“Like taking me?”

“I didn’t take you or make the order. Kidnapping is not really my style, but if a man puts a gun in my face, I will try my damndest to pull trigger first.”

Mara nodded, but she didn’t understand a situation like that. She was from a small town and there were never situations like that where she was from so it was hard to fathom. Grant started to roll up his sleeves, revealing tattoos all over him. She was sure that they had been raised completely differently. It was no wonder what he seen on a daily basis. Mara really couldn’t imagine it that well.

“I just want to get out of here. I won’t say anything. I won’t go home or call my dad so he will still get you off on the trial. I promise just please don’t make me go back in that room. It really is the worst.”

Grant thought about where else he could put her. “You could stay with me, but you wouldn’t get to leave without me there either. I am sorry you are in the middle of all of this of course, but it must be done. Would you like to come stay with me?”

“Yes, anywhere but that room.”

***

Mara could say one thing. She never had to go back to that room in the small house. She didn’t get to see much, a black hood pulled over her head. Grant didn’t want her knowing where she was going and for some reason, she did not feel like she was in danger anymore. He said he wouldn’t hurt her and she believed him. Maybe she was naïve, but he didn’t seem to be the type to hurt someone. Even as he was dressed and inked, the longer Mara was around Grant, the gentler his demeanor seemed.

After about a week of captivity and most of the days living in his house, Mara was getting used to the routine with Grant. He was still working in the day time, leaving her there to entertain herself, but she had started cooking for him to keep him happy. She was still very aware that he controlled what happened to her. After the first time went so well, she did it again. Now it was a routine like who went first for the shower.

The trial had been going on for a couple of days by then and though Mara was curious, she didn’t want to ask what was going on. It was hard to not ask, but any time any of it was mentioned, his dark eyes would harden and he would remember why Mara was there. Mara hated to see his smile fade so she didn’t bring it up again, even though she was aching to know what was going on. How could she not be?

Mara didn’t even need to when restless. She knew something was wrong.

“Mara I need you to hide somewhere. I have people coming in a few minutes and they are going to come in. You can’t be seen.”

He had a place picked out in his mind already and she did as she was told. In reality Mara didn’t want Grant to get in trouble. No matter what he did, he had always kept his word to her. The place was cramped, a compartment behind the wall and Mara had to fight off feelings of claustrophobia. She could hear voices and at one point she heard her father’s voice. Why was he there? Was he reneging on his deal?

Mara didn’t get any answers until they left an hour later and she demanded them. She could hear everything that was said around her and the way her father talked to everyone. He really hated Grant, but once he didn’t find her there, he conceded to do what was needed to keep Grant out of jail. There was a small urge to go out when she heard them passing. It could have been all over right then, but something kept her in the hiding spot.

Grant opened the false wall and he smiled at her with relief. “Thank you Mara.”

She nodded and took his hand as he helped her out. Taking in a deep breath of air, Mara finally smiled back at him. “What is going on?”

“Alex had to try one last time to make sure I go down. I can’t really say that I blame him, but I am thankful that you didn’t let it get to that.”

“I don’t want to see you locked up Grant.” Mara didn’t. He was rough around the edges, but there were too many times that he had taken her breath away with just a look. There was something about him. At first she had looked at his tattoos and leather jacket, thinking he was just like every other thug. But he wasn’t. Grant exuded power and he seemed to wield it reasonably.

Grant looked at her then, as her eyes met his and then she glanced down like she was too shy to hold his gaze for long. Grant was used to guile and that knowing look between himself and a woman. Mara would smile in a way to make his heart lurch in his chest, but it was as if she didn’t even know that she was doing it. She was a rare breed and the more time he spent with her, the more Grant knew she was different than all of the rest. He also started to realize how much he needed different in his life.

The problem was that he had spent so much time alone with her the last week. He had not had a chance to go tend to some of his more basic needs. When she looked at him with that smile, Grant pulled her to him and started to kiss her before he realized what he was doing. Mara’s hands were against his chest, pushing him back as she broke the kiss after a moment.

Mara’s first reaction was to join in, her own needs untended for longer than normal. His lips felt soft, his tongue insistent as it pushed into her mouth. Mara was panting as she pulled away. Her blue eyes looked up into his. She didn’t say anything, moving back. It instantly upset Grant, the idea that he was pushing himself on her was never his intention.

“I’m sorry Mara. It was just the way you looked. I couldn’t help myself.”

“It’s fine, really.” She was looking down, no longer able to look at him. The kiss had made her heart beat harder, breath come a little faster, but he was already sorry for it. Having to follow suit, Mara just nodded her head and started to walk back to the table.

“I really am sorry Mara.”

“It’s fine, really.” She couldn’t understand why he kept apologizing for something that felt so good.

“I will never push myself on you. I’m not like that.” Grant was afraid that he had read all of her signals wrong. Maybe because he wanted her so much and had heard what he wanted to hear. Either way he was left feeling chastened and guilty that he had touched her. He knew that there meeting was never going to be looked on well. He had taken her, kidnapped her and there was no way to get passed it. Grant sometimes wondered if that was to be his punishment for it all. To find a woman that was everything he wanted and then to find out he couldn’t ever have her. It was just too harsh.

They both went to bed in their separate rooms and Grant knew that he had botched it all up. It was clear by the way she had gotten so quiet after their kiss. How she refused to go down to eat with him. Grant had messed it up good and he was still laying up hours later, wishing that he hadn’t been so quick to push her.