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Fight For Me (Alvey Kulina/Original Female Character) Chapter Two
WORDCOUNT: 6377
TRIGGERS: Strong language, mentions of sex, mentions of drug abuse, family drama, jealousy
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CHAPTER TWO - PROFESSIONAL ADVICE!
Navy St. Gym is almost deserted when Alyssa arrives early the following morning. Only Shelby is at the reception, Ryan is working out to achieve his target weight, and Alvey is in his office, the sound of pounding on the walls indicating his presence. Goodness, she’s been away for five years and nothing seems to have changed.
She picks up a black t-shirt from Shelby’s desk, removing her own to change, while she once again ponders whether this was truly a wise decision. Coming back. She has to remind herself once more not to get involved with Alvey again. That would complicate everything so much more. Why did she even agree to this? She should have told Lisa to shove her insincere apology right where the sun doesn’t shine. "For Nate," she mutters the words to make them sound more convincing. "You’re doing this for Nate," she reiterates. "And you’re not sleeping with him again," she whispers softly to herself.
"You’re letting me down, Ally," Ryan's voice cuts through the air. "Walking in here wearing just a bra, and the first thing you say is that I’m not getting any," he adds.
"Shut it, Wheeler," she chuckles at him as she adjusts the shirt. "You’ve seen a bra before, haven’t you?" She continues, hoping to extend the conversation out here. Anything to avoid dealing with Alvey, especially with the mood he’s in right now.
“You could at least let me try a pick up line, and not go straight to the no part,” Ryan persists. Stretching his arms behind his back, pushing his chest and the “DESTROYER” tattoo forward.
“And what line would that be, Wheeler?” She tilts her head and folds her arms over her chest. Ryan would never give this up. He tried five years ago, and by the looks of things, he continues his quest for sex.
“Oh come on, Ally. You’re a beautiful woman, I’m a good looking guy… It’s a no brainer if you ask me,” he tries, walking towards her. He’s not entirely sure if he really is that desperate to sleep with her. But he wasn’t against it either.
Alyssa lets out a little laugh. “Good thing nobody asked you then, huh,” she sends him a friendly smile. It’s not that Ryan wasn’t good looking, and under any other circumstance she might have said yes to both two and ten rounds in the bed with him. But no, sleeping with Ryan would be even worse than sleeping with Alvey.
She looks at Ryan, measuring him up and down. Trying to figure out how much he has left to his goal.
“Like what you see?” Ryan teases.
“Dream on, Wheeler. I’m weighing you,” she replies, like it was a totally normal thing to weigh someone with their eyes.
“With your eyes?” He asks, looking at her like she was a being from outer space.
“You don’t believe me?” She smiles, raising her eyebrows. “Ok, my guess is that you have a pound, maybe one and a half to go,” she continues, again folding her arms over her chest.
“You’re joking, right?” Ryan says in disbelief. There’s no way, no fucking way that Alyssa could make assesmemts like that just by looking at him.
Alyssa gestures for him to get on the scale. Hoping that she still has it, and that she won’t make a complete fool of herself on her second day. It’s bad enough with Alvey.
“If you’re wrong, will you let me fuck you?” Ryan asks as he steps onto the scale. He just can’t help it. Alyssa is a catch, and it would feel like a victory if she slept with him before she slept with Alvey. Rationally he knows that she and Alvey will eventually end up in bed, or up against a wall somewhere, they always did. They could say that they wouldn’t, but everybody knew better. Absolutely everybody.
Alyssa lets out a laugh, but before she can say anything else she’s cut off by Alvey’s yelling from his office.
“NO, LISA, FUCK YOU!” His voice is angry, maybe even more than angry. He holds his phone in front of his face, but it’s impossible to tell if it's face time or loudspeaker.
God how Alyssa wanted this day to end.
Ryan sits down, Alyssa does the same, no use in pretending they don’t hear him. Maybe that’s even his intention, for her to hear how miserable he is because she’s back. She could leave, she could. She could just get up and leave, right now. But that would be giving up, and that wasn’t in her nature.
“This should be interesting,” Ryan almost whispers.
Alyssa had no hopes of interesting. It would be awkward and humiliating, and then she would have to deal with Alvey after, and that would be even worse. Fuck her life.
“BECAUSE I TOLD YOU FUCKING NOT TO, THAT’S FUCKING WHY!”
Alvey’s angry voice rolls out in the gym like a loudspeaker.
Alyssa looks over at Ryan, looking at her.
“Can we at least pretend this isn’t about me?” She sighs. Fuck this. God damnit. How could this be real? Alvey continuing to mess up her life after what, 15 years? Fuck!
“No way in hell, I want to watch this shitshow,” Ryan chuckles back.
“You’re talking about my life, Wheeler,” Alyssa sighs again, letting her face fall down into her hands. She wants to scream. Fuck!
“I KNOW I FUCKING GAVE YOU 25%,” Alvey continues to scream into the phone.
Alyssa’s heart skips a beat, a bubbling angry feeling spreads through her body, she lifts her head to look at Ryan. “He gave her 25%?” She asks.
Ryan just nods, he doesn’t feel the need to elaborate the whole story about how and why Lisa acquired those 25%.
“No, Wheeler. Did he give her 25%?” Alyssa presists. If this turns out to be true, then screw Lisa.
“Yeah, he gave her 25%. Something about taxes or some shit, I don’t know,” Ryan shrugs, his attention still on the argument over the phone in Alvey’s office.
“She told me she bought it from him,” Alyssa says into the air. More to just say it out loud than for someone to actually reply. “Lying bitch!” She continues, hoping that her anger will dissipate before she has to deal with Alvey.
“Took you long enough to realize that,” Ryan replies. He knew how Lisa was, and given the messed up relationship Alyssa and Lisa had, it really did surprise him that Alyssa hadn’t seen this before now.
“YOU CAN’T JUST SELL THAT TO WHOEVER YOU WANT!” Alvey’s voice is definitely more than angry now. It sounds like he could kill someone. Alyssa just hopes it won’t be her.
“YEAH, I USED TO FUCK HER!” Alvey again.
Alyssa decides to give up, no use in being mad at either Lisa or Alvey. Lisa isn’t here, and Alvey… Well, she’s stuck with him. That was probably Lisa’s plan all along. Lying bitch.
“You got any popcorn?” She turns towards Ryan. She could at least pretend to not care. Fake it till you make it was kinda her specialty. It was only that this time was different. This time she didn’t have Alvey the way she had before. Not his approval, not his protection. And she had no idea how to get that back.
“I got a bottle of water,” Ryan replies, handing her the bottle without taking his eyes away from Alvey’s office.
“Eh, that’ll do,” she says, flatly with a faint smile. She just needed something to keep her mind off everything else. Especially Alvey. Fucking Alvey, he just broadcasted to the whole fuckin’ gym that he used to sleep with her. Stupid cunt.
“THAT’S THE FUCKING REASON, YOU STUPID BITCH!” Alvey yells again, before he throws his phone across the office.
“Well that could’ve been worse,” she sighs before taking a sip of her water. “I’m not exactly sure how, but… It could’ve been worse,” she continues. God damnit, how did her life become this?
Ryan can sense her discomfort. To him, and probably every other person relatively close to Alvey, him being in a bad moon was nothing new. Ever since the gym started going downhill, Alvey's mood followed down that same hill. But he could also understand that it somehow might be worse for Alyssa. Given the complicated history she had with Alvey, yeah, it couldn’t be as easy for her as she portrayed it to be. “He’ll come around Ally… He needs you. We need you,” he finally tells her. Not entirely sure if the first or middle part were true, but the last part was. Because Navy St. really did need her. They wouldn’t be able to fight at all otherwise.
“I don’t fucking care,” she replies. Meeting Ryan’s eyes to hopefully convince him. “He can’t fire me, so why should I?” she continues, shrugging.
Ryan shrugs in return, unwilling to go into that discussion. “Whatever you say,” he mutters, before he goes back to his workout.
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Two hours later, Alyssa finds herself in what was once Lisa's office, signing documents and ensuring that every gym member has settled their monthly dues. She feels thankful that Alvey took an extended break after his talk with Lisa. They both needed that pause before their upcoming discussion. If it were up to her, she would prefer to avoid speaking to him altogether. However, she understands that this is simply not an option.
Rising from her desk, she surveys the office. Noticing the fine layer of dust that coats every surface, she suspects that no one has entered this space since Lisa's departure. As she drags her finger through the dust on a nearby bookshelf, she shakes her head in disbelief. "Lisa, Lisa, Lisa... I had no idea you were such a messy person," she murmurs to herself.
Her gaze falls upon a framed photograph, capturing a moment of Alvey and Lisa at the beach. She picks it up, shaking her head slightly. "You’ve already triumphed, Lisa..." she exhales. "So what was the reason behind this?" She ponders. Why would Lisa put her in a situation where she had to be with Alvey? What could her intentions possibly be? "I really need to freshen up this place," she murmurs. Setting the picture back on the shelf, she turns it so the image faces down against the wood.
"Not a fan of Lisa's style?" A voice calls from the entrance.
Alyssa spins around, praying that the person didn’t catch everything she just said.
"Jay!" Her face lights up, almost to the point of pain in her cheeks. "You look great," she adds as she strides over to him and wraps him in a warm embrace. Considering what she had heard about Jay, she had half-expected to find someone who looked like they had just come back from the brink, with a needle still stuck in their arm. But Jay appeared completely sober. Now, she realized that this could be an act, and perhaps she was overanalyzing Lisa’s single deception. However, given their past, she understood that lies seldom came alone.
"I have my moments," he responds, striking his signature Jay pose, arms slightly outstretched, chest pushed forward. The classic fighter stance. "So, do you need any assistance sprucing this place up?" He adds, motioning towards the office.
Alyssa can’t hold back her laugh. “I’ve seen how you live, Jay. Not exactly my number one choice for interior advice,” she chuckles. “But thanks,” she concludes.
“Point taken,” Jay nods, then he turns to leave.
Alyssa quickly grabs the frame from the shelf again. "But, um, could you possibly help me get rid of this?" She offers Jay a small smile as she passes him the frame.
Jay accepts it, then turns it over. Looks at it, then looks up at Alyssa again. “That bad, huh?” He half asks half states.
Alyssa shakes her head “It’s not him, it’s….,” she lets the sentence die out. Why did Lisa lie to her about those 25%? She couldn’t get it out of her head. “Her,” she finally says.
Jay looks at her for a while, before he lifts the frame up. “Sure, I can do that,” he says, then he turns to leave again.
“She said she bought it,” Alyssa hastily blurts out. Realizing that Jay probably wasn’t the right person to have this discussion with. But she couldn’t get it out of her head. And she really didn't want it to hang over her when she met Alvey.
“Huh?” Jay looks like a question mark.
“The 25%,” Alyssa sighs, dragging her hands through her hair. “She told me she bought them from him,” she continues, her voice might be a bit harsh. But she was angry. Lisa lied to her, and there was no way she was going to start working with Alvey again with that not being addressed.
Jay lets out an amused snort of a laugh. “Of course she did,” he almost chuckles. “Would you have bought it if you knew that my dad gave it to her to show her that he loved and trusted her?” he continued. “I didn’t know that she lied to you, but it makes perfect sense,” he finishes, then he leaves. Desperate to get away from this messed up situation. There was no way in hell he was going to watch that catfight break out.
Alyssa shakes her head, closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath. "Very smooth, Lisa. Not childish at all," she exhales. Then she retrieves some papers from her bag, sits down, and reviews them before opening her laptop. "Not childish at all..." she sighs.
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Alyssa retrieves the paper from the printer, then she signs it, to the bottom left, next to one open field, with Alvey’s name written underneath. She just hopes this will work. No wonder he was mad about this. All she can hope for now is that this little gesture could make it at least a little bit better. Because she hated, really hated the thought of working with him, while this hung over them like a shadow from the past.
Screw Lisa.
With a half faked confidence, she knocks on the door to Alvey’s office.
“What?” Alvey says from the other side.
She opens the door with deliberate slowness, before peeking inside. “Can I come in?” She asks, trying to keep her voice steady.
“Sure, I wanted..,” Alvey starts, but Alyssa cuts him off.
“Before you say anything. I wanted to get one thing out of the way,” she informs him as she approaches his desk.
“Straight forward as always,” Alvey smiles, pushes his chair back and starts to unbuckle. He had hoped that something like this might happen, but he didn’t expect it to happen this soon. If he were honest with himself, Alyssa was one of the better ones. That one he compared all the others to.
“Jeez, Alvey. I’m not going to fuck you,” Alyssa stops him before he starts to undress. It’s not that she hasn’t thought about it. All the time, if she’s honest. But, no, that would be unprofessional. And… well, she already knew how it was going to end if they started something like that.
“You sure?” He asks with a teasing smile dancing on his lips.
Jesus, Alvey is definitely still Alvey, which is exactly why she’s not sleeping with him. Instead she leans forward, placing her palm on his desk, placing the paper in front of him with the other hand. “Definetly,” she tells him.
“Suit yourself,” he shrugs, before he takes the paper she presented to him.
Alvey's face slowly moves from the paper, up to Alyssa, then back to the paper again. “What’s this?” He asks, placing the paper back down on his desk.
Alyssa takes a seat in the chair opposite him. “It’s your 25%,” she informed him. Like that wasn’t made clear on the paper.
“I can see that,” he looks up at her again. “Why?” He continues. His voice is a bit harder now, like he suspects something.
“She told me she bought it from you. I recently learned that you gifted them to her,” Alyssa looks at him, trying to decipher what he thinks. “Something about love or trust or some shit,” she continues, not breaking eye contact. “So, the money I gave to Lisa kinda belongs to you, and since I have no desire to buy 25% of Navy St. Twice, I thought it would be better for everyone if the share went back to its original owner,” she concludes, folding her arms over her chest. “And as an added bonus I get to piss Lisa off by giving them back to you,” she adds, trying to send Alvey a friendly smile. To show him that she truly does want what's best for this place.
Alvey picks up a pen, then he lifts it to put his signature on the paper, before he stops in his tracks once more. “Just like that?” He looks up at her again. This was so not what he expected, at least not from her. And definitely not after what he had put her through. Maybe Alyssa had changed. That would make sleeping with her that much harder, but Alvey wasn’t one to give up a fight.
Alyssa takes a deep breath, this could easily turn into something she wasn't ready for. If she had to continue to look into those eyes much longer, she would melt, and both she and Alvey knew what would happen then.
“Listen, Alvey. I'm not interested in getting any fuck you or revenge money, alright. So just sign the fucking paper and get this over with,” she says, knowing already that he knows, and that this is going to be a million times harder now.
At last, Alvey signs the document and hands it back to her.
"Thank you," she replies with a slight smile. "Just out of curiosity," she suddenly asks, aware that this could lead to trouble, "who’d you fuck?"
Alvey rises and saunters over to her side of the desk. "You think I can remember every single one?" he jests.
"Oh come on, Alvey," she retorts, exasperated. "There’s one reason, and one reason alone that would drive a woman to seek revenge. So… who’d you fuck?" Alyssa presses on, torn between wanting to know and enjoying the chance to have a genuine conversation with Alvey again, even if it revolves around such topics.
"Uh, um," Alvey stammers, uncertain if he should divulge this information. After all, she was privy to some of his most intimate secrets and desires; the last thing he wanted was for her to pull away again. Despite his attempts to make it seem like he despised her, especially in front of Wheeler, he truly didn’t. Letting her go had been a colossal error, and he was determined not to repeat it.
Alyssa locks eyes with him, raising her eyebrows in a challenge for him to respond. This should be intriguing. If he hesitates, it could mean something shady or downright foolish.
Oh, what the hell, knowing Alyssa, she would uncover the truth anyway. "Christina," he mutters. At least it wasn’t a prostitute or anything, so it could have been worse.
She bursts into laughter. "Oh my god, your ex-wife? You really do go in circles, don’t you?" she chuckles. If it weren’t for the deceit, she might have felt sympathy for Lisa. "1.2.3.1," she glances at him.
Alvey steps closer, positioning himself as near as possible without making her move. "Two," he whispers, raising his hand to gently tilt her face towards his. Damn, how he craved to capture her lips and press her against the wall.
She freezes, feeling his hands on her once more is intoxicating. No, absolutely not, stop it. Damn.
She inhales deeply, then gently pulls his hand away. "Continue dreaming, Alvey, just keep dreaming," she remarks, making a valiant effort to conceal her genuine emotions from him. “So, Christina, huh?” She continues, mostly to steer the conversation away from whatever intimacy they just had.
“It was a mistake,” he replies, positioning himself on the yellow couch in his office. He really didn't want to have a history lesson right now. If there was any chance to start over with Alyssa, he would grab it and never let it go.
“Yeah, I bet,” Alyssa snorts. Mistake my ass. Alvey always knew he was good looking, even at his lowest point, he was better looking than most. He could sleep with whoever he wanted, none of his conquests were mistakes. Each and every time he made a conscious choice to sleep with them.
“It was,” he persists. Hoping to end this conversation as soon as possible.
“I bet Lisa was a mistake then too, huh?” she continues, her voice a bit steadier now, remembering how Alvey truly was, gave her a bit more confidence about her choice.
“She was,” Alvey holds his ground. Praying to higher powers that she won’t go where he thinks she will go.
"And what about me... Was I a mistake as well?" She gazes at him, straining to keep her voice calm.
Shit. Of course no God in the whole entire universe would grant him wishes. “We need to talk business,” he says. It felt better to avoid the topic all together.
Alyssa scoffs. Jesus, he doesn’t even want to answer. “You cheated on me, remember, with the one you said was a mistake. And you cheated with me on the other so-called mistake. I think I’m entitled to an answer here,” she sends him a hard look. Memories of that night flash in her mind. She probably had it coming; Christina discovered her the same way. A classic case of karma.
“I need you to clear Nate for a fight,” Alvey says, hoping the whole Nate and his stupid quest for a fight would keep Alyssa occupied long enough for her to forget this conversation ever happened.
“What do you mean, clear him for a fight?” Alyssa takes a couple of steps towards Alvey. A suffocating cold feeling slowly spreads within her. “I… I have to run some tests, check him out. Thoroughly. It can take as much as three to four months,” she continues. She has a feeling she won’t have that much time. “You know this, Alvey,”
Alvey clears his throat. Already knowing this’ll turn into a fight. “You have a week,” he says looking up at her, watching her expression change from fear to disbelief.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me!” She almost spits the words out. “A week?” She looks at him. Who does he think she is, a magician?
Alvey just nods, no use in making her more angry. Angry Alyssa is no fun when they can’t fuck it out.
“It. Can’t. Be. Done,” she knocks her fist into his desk as she talks, one bang for each word. “Why the fuck did you give him a fight when you know he’s not cleared?” Alyssa walks over to Alvey, for the most part she wants to slap some sense into him.
“Nate did this one on his own,” Alvey replies, stating his innocence.
“Then get him the fuck out of it,” Alyssa looks at him. She knows how this works, you can pay up, and change fights. There’s no big deal, people do it all the time. It’ll cost you, but it’s definitely doable.
Alvey takes a deep breath, reluctant to disclose the true nature of this fight. God knows he had this conversation with Nate already. And if he was correct, Nate would face a similar conversation with Alyssa, once she knew. “Not that kind of fight,” he finally says, defeated.
“Oh, fuck me,” Alyssa breathes out, before she sinks down in the couch next to Alvey. “Please don’t tell me it’s a betting ring,” she pleads to him.
“Fine, I’ll shut up,” he replies. What else could he possibly say. Nate screwed up, and now it was time to bring out the big guns.
“Fuck, Alvey, didn’t you teach him this? What the fuck is wrong with you?” She’s almost screaming at him. But this way beyond what she had foreseen. Betting rings was so far from any normal game. It was usually in the middle of nowhere, because it was illegal. There were no medics on site, except for the ones the fighters brought along. And she could stitch small wounds, stop bleeding, easy shit like that. But she had no extensive medical training. Fighters died in the cage at betting rings. And the worst part. There was no paying up, no changing fights. You signed up, you signed up. Fuck.
Alvey couldn’t listen to this. It was hard enough to be forced into this position. “Just clear him, alright,” he instructs her as he gets up.
“I can’t do that in a week, Alvey. And you FUCKING know that, so don’t push me,” she’s almost screaming at this point. But she’s scared, a feeling she rarely has. But this. Fuck.
Alyssa yanks open the door to Alvey's office, desperate to get some air, before she suffocates from the goddamn fucking stupidity that is this place.
Alvey follows closely behind her, just as upset if not more than she is. Not only is he scared for his son's safety, but Alyssa just told to his fucking face that he was a terrible father. “It’s your job, Alyssa. Go fucking do it!” He yells at her, as he continues to follow her through the gym.
By now they’ve got the attention from nearly every single person at the gym. Jay and Ryans sits by the cage and just watches as it unfolds.
“Is it gonna be like this every day?” Ryan turns towards Jay.
“Several times a day,” Jay answers before he takes a sip of his drink.
Alyssa stops, waits for Alvey to catch up with her. “Do you think wounds just disappear as soon as I show up? You think I can just snap my fingers and remove a severe head injury? Because I can’t, Alvey! I can’t do that! I’m not fucking Dumbeldore!” She yells at him. Her anger, fear, and the irritation from before all mixed together into one big messy emotional roller coaster. Fuck. Her. Life.
Alvey Falters. If it wasn’t for the illegal part, he would’ve had Nate fight and learn for himself. But this, fuck this. “Just see what you can do, allright!” He says, before he turns and walks back into his office, slamming the door shut.
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Alyssa drums her fingers on her desk, looks at Nate, looking at her.
Nate is about to go insane from the drumming of her fingers. It’s like sitting in an interrogation room. He feels suffocated. “Will you stop that!” He almost yells. When his eyes meet hers, he calms down a bit. “Please,” he begs.
“What were you thinking, Nate?” She asks. Not in a motherly way, nor as his medic.
Nate Shrugs. What was he thinking? He’s not even completely sure about that. “I…,” he starts, but then he stops again. His entire reason for this is stupid, childish and stupid.
“You,” Alyssa gently nudges him to continue.
“I just wanted him to notice me, okay,” Nate gets up as he talks, pacing back and forth. “It’s stupid, I know,” he continues. “But he’s been treating me like I’m made of glass, and I'm not, I’m fucking not,” he’s on the vege of breaking down. Why did everything have to happen to him?
“That’s what I thought,” Alyssa sighs.
“You gotta clear me, you have to. He’ll never respect me if you don’t,” Nate begs. He knows that she is a professional, that she won’t simply clear him. But he might be able to skip a step or two if he begs a little. It’s Alyssa after all.
“I can’t promise you anything, Nate. But I’ll do my best in the limited time that we have. How is the weight?” She looks at him, hoping to reassure him. She also knows that no matter what she does he’ll have to fight. There’s no backing out. But she might be able to buy some time after, if everything works out, and Alvey is willing to overlook a thing or two.
“Two and a half to go,” Nate replies with a faint smile.
“Good,” she smiles at him "That's good, I can work with that. How’s your guard?” She continues.
“Good, it’s good,” he replies. Knowing fully well it isn’t.
Alyssa nods, before she drops the balance mat in front of him.
“Balance, Nate. Show me that guard,” she instructs.
“I said it was good,” Nate tries. Begging internally for Alyssa to skip the balance.
“I know you did,” she smiles “but I need to be sure,” she looks at him. She feels sorry for him,she really does, but this is all part of the game. There are no shortcuts, at least it shouldn’t be.
“Why is this so fucking importain anyway? I’m gonna fight this weekend no matter what,” he tries. Earning himself another smile from her.
“So I know what we need to work on,” she informs him, then she once again gestures to the mat. “Twenty seconds,” she instructs.
With a steady stride, Nate steps onto the mat. Alyssa crosses her arms and leans back in her chair, hoping he’ll succeed, but his expression tells her it’s a long shot. Her heart races uncontrollably, and her mind whirls at lightning speed, trying to figure out how to convey this to Alvey. Taking a deep breath, she glances at the clock on the wall.
Just ten seconds in, Nate loses his balance, and his right foot crashes to the floor. "Fuck," he exhales, looking up at Alyssa with desperate eyes. "One more try," he pleads.
Alyssa shakes her head; she’s witnessed this countless times and knows another attempt won’t change anything. She shakes her head, torn between sympathy for Nate and the challenge of breaking the news to Alvey. The gym could face serious consequences if it’s revealed they’re bypassing protocols to let fighters into the cage. And knowing Alvey… Fuck.
"Please," Nate implores again. He believes he can do this if he just concentrates enough. He can do it. He must do it.
Alyssa takes another deep breath. She understands that determination is the Kulina family’s hallmark, and if he can achieve this just once, she won’t have to lie. Just one successful attempt, and she can buy herself a few extra months. As the persistent lump in her chest tightens, she gestures for him to step onto the mat once more.
The same outcome occurs; Nate’s right foot hits the floor after ten seconds. His entire body radiates defeat. "Please, Ally, I need this," he begs, fully aware it’s a hopeless plea.
"I’m sorry," she shakes her head at him. "Your guard isn’t strong enough; it won’t be safe," she explains. "I’m sorry, Nate," she reiterates. His sense of defeat feels like a punch to the gut. All she wanted was for him to get back on track because, truthfully, he was the right Kulina to follow in his father’s footsteps. Jay had already sunk into whatever chaos he’d created. Nate was a good kid, and he truly deserved this. But she couldn’t send him into danger.
"I can manage this," he insists. The urgency in his tone breaks through. "I know I can," he continues. Without fighting, he feels empty. Without fighting, he’ll never earn his father's approval—the one thing he has always desired.
"I can’t, Nate," Alyssa replies softly, wishing this situation hadn’t unfolded. But she can’t give him the green light, not just yet. She’s willing to do whatever it takes to help him, putting in extra hours, tackling any task necessary. She will ensure he gets there. But he’s not prepared, not yet. "I can’t clear you for the cage, I’m sorry," she adds, her tone gaining a bit more confidence now.
"FUCK!" He shouts, pivoting sharply and marching toward the door. His entire existence feels shattered, and now he can’t even fight.
"Listen, Nate," she stands up. "I understand how much this means to you. I know the feeling. I truly do," she gazes at him, hoping to prevent him from exiting her office without a solid strategy to reach his goals. The goals they both share.
Nate studies her for a moment. Alyssa is kind, she genuinely is, and he has missed her. But everything has shifted since she left, and she can’t just return and expect things to be unchanged. He opens the door, then glances back at her. "You don’t know anything about me," he hurls at her before slamming the door behind him.
Alyssa runs her hands over her face and through her hair. "Well, that went swimmingly, Ally," she mutters under her breath. "Just perfect," she exhales.
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Without knocking, Alyssa strides into Alvey’s office and forcefully drops Nate's papers onto his desk right in front of him.
“He’s not cleared, Alvey. Just like I told you. Just like you already knew,” her voice rises. But with Alvey, it’s always simpler to begin this way. This is bound to escalate into a confrontation anyway. And there’s no valid reason to delay it.
Alvey picks up the papers, avoiding eye contact with Alyssa. He meticulously reviews them. He’s already aware of their contents, but arguing with her without the subsequent make-up sex… well, let’s just say he desires the entire package. “Looks like he’s ready to me,” he nonchalantly remarks, setting the papers back on the desk. Still not meeting her gaze.
“What the hell, Alvey,” she pounds her fists on his desk. His unnerving calmness about the situation only fuels her frustration. “Are you the medic now?” she presses on, a mix of fear and anger in her tone. “Where did you earn your degree?” She fixes her gaze on him.
Damn it, hell. He craves her at this moment, longing to pin her against the wall and silence her. Yet, he can't; those times are long gone, and he knows he’s to blame. "I’ve seen fighters enter the cage in worse shape," he shrugs, still avoiding her gaze. He’s uncertain if he can control himself if he looks at her.
His reckless, I-don’t-care attitude continues to infuriate her, and the fact that he won’t even glance her way sends her anger soaring. "Screw you, Alvey," she hurls the words at him.
That’s more than enough. Alvey's blood simmers in his veins. What does she want from this? Is she hoping he’ll make a move? Regardless, he’s done holding back. If she came here looking for a fight, then a fight is exactly what she’ll receive.
In less than a heartbeat, he’s at her side of the desk, shoving her against the wall, pinning her arms above her head. He leans in, deliberately inhaling the scent of her neck. Perhaps not the best way to gauge the situation, but who cares? She left the door slightly open… at least that’s how it felt. "Shut up," he breathes against her skin.
Her heart races wildly, pounding against her chest, and her entire being is magnetically drawn to him. Damn it. His warm breath sends shivers across the delicate skin of her neck. God damn it. Calm down, Ally, she reminds herself. She quickly glances around the gym, catching the curious gazes of Jay, Nate, and Ryan. Damn, she needs to put a stop to this. "Are you disregarding my professional advice?" she inquires, uncertain if her voice is steady enough to make him retreat.
Alvey lets his fingertips from his free hand lightly trace her jawline, then he brushes his lips against it before leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Nate is itching for a fight… He’s going to fight,"
Damn, this sensation is incredible. Too incredible. Shit. She inhales deeply, wrenching one arm free from his hold, then she shoves him away. "What the hell is wrong with you, Alvey?" she exclaims, realizing that might come off as a bit harsh, she adds, "What if he gets hurt?"
Alvey exhales slowly. She desires him, he can sense it. And that was all he needed for the moment. "Then you’ll be there, and I’ll be there. We’ll ensure he’s okay," he says nonchalantly, or at least he attempts to sound nonchalant.
"I’m not going to some dodgy fucking betting ring fight, and stay in a dodgy fucking motel with you," she scoffs. "I have a reputation to maintain," she adds, fully aware that it’s a blatant lie. The only reputation she holds in the fighting world is being King Kulina’s fuck babe. A title that was impossible to shake off. She locks eyes with Alvey, attempting to convey her seriousness about not going.
Alvey lets out a snort of laughter. Yeah, as if Ally’s reputation will ever change. Nothing about them was ever hidden. He wouldn’t be surprised if there were even photos of them getting it on tucked away in drawers alongside various gossip magazines. "And I suppose that’s why you accepted this job," he remarks, still gazing at her, raising his eyebrows to emphasize his point.
Alyssa exhales sharply; sure, she’s a fighter, but she also knows when she’s beaten. Not that it makes it any easier to handle. "Fuck you, Alvey! When and where?" She shakes her head. A few nights with Alvey at a dodgy motel will definitely do the trick. She has to summon every ounce of willpower not to sleep with him again. Perfect. Just fucking perfect.
He gazes down at some documents scattered across his desk, feigning concentration as he pretends to read them. "Fresno, we leave on Friday," he remarks, attempting to suppress a grin. A Kulina is always victorious. Always.
She remains silent, instead flipping him off as she exits his office. As she walks past Jay, she gives him a dismissive wave, signaling not now.
In the restroom, she splashes water on her face, staring at her reflection in the mirror. "Fuck, Ally," she exhales. "What the hell are you doing?" She carries on…
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