Full Body Contact (13 page)

A gruff voice barked, “What the hell do you want?”

Well, if that wasn’t the sound of a thug guarding a door to an illegal establishment, she might as well turn in her badge now. If she were lucky, it would be something like an underground poker ring. Illegal gambling she could handle. Well, as long as it was for cash and not body parts.

“It’s me.”

“Dekker. Oh sorry,” the man was quick to apologize. Was there anyone in a fifty-mile radius who didn’t fear Dekker? He was the kickboxer whom parents warned their kids about to get them to behave.

Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one blindfolded, possibly walking into an ambush. Alexis let her hand fall. She tried to hide the fact that her heart slammed against her breastbone with each beat, but Alexis thought for sure that Dekker could hear it. Was she wrong to feel both scared and excited at the same time?

With Nick, Beck, and hell, even her father’s voice in her head telling her not to do it, Alexis allowed Dekker to escort her into the building. Then the door slammed shut behind them. Their footsteps echoed as they walked across the concrete floor. Another door creaked open and a gruff male voice greeted them.

It didn’t take long for her eyes to adjust to the dim interior. A man sat behind a desk, his frown deepening. “Sorry, but the boss requires us to get a name from everyone, and ID.”

Dekker’s muscles bunched along his arms. Palms down on the desk, he was nearly nose-to-nose with the guy.

“If I say she’s with me, she’s with me.

Alexis couldn’t help but smile as the guy swallowed before murmuring, “All right. Go on in. We should be starting in a few minutes.”

They passed down a narrow hallway to find a room crammed with people. No, not people—men. Buff men, looking ready for battle. Some taped their hands while others put on shin guards.

“What do you mean?” Alexis gulped.
Please don’t say real guns. Not real guns.

“From here we run a gauntlet of opponents and try to come out the other side alive.”

“Um,” Alexis said edging closer to Dekker as the other men began warming up. “What happened to your whole promise of ‘I would die before I let anything happen to you?’ ”

Dekker rubbed his hand up and down her back. “There’s hurting, and then there’s competition.”

On a scale of one to ten, this was definitely a twenty compared to the street fight. Yeah. The street fight wasn’t looking so bad right now. One of the men flexed his bicep. She’d seen tree trunks less bulky. Um, yeah. The street fight was still looking more attractive. She’d rather lose a couple of fingernails instead of setting herself up for a monthlong stay in the hospital.

“And are we competing against them?”

“Not really. They run the course with us. Our real opponents are scattered through the arena. Trust me. They’re a hell of a lot tougher than these
sissies
.”

Most of the
sissies
made Dekker look like a Boy Scout.

Yep, the street match was tame by comparison.

* * *

Dekker watched Lexie waver between abject fear and excitement. Every other woman he had ever known would have beaten a path to the exit by now. At least in this, he’d called it right about her. While there was a frown on her face as she surveyed their competitors, her eyes were also ablaze with curiosity. You could see her wondering if she had what it took to take on these hardened fighters.

“First of all,” Dekker replied, “I’ve always made it. So that leaves you, and I’ve got a sneaking suspicion that you’ll do just fine.”

Lexie shook her head. Dekker could see doubt rearing its ugly head. “But a hundred thousand dollars …”

Dekker took Lexie’s hands in his. Her palms were cold and clammy. He needed her to overcome her fear and face the match that would be starting any moment.

“The money’s not what I’m worried about.” Dekker squeezed her hands until she met his gaze. “If you don’t make it, I’ve got a worse problem.”

“What could be worse than that?” she moaned.

“Having to kill every son of a bitch in this place.”

A grin flickered on Lexie’s face. Dekker stepped in, stroking her cheek. The fear dissolved from her features. Her mouth opened to speak, but she was cut off by a loud buzzer overhead.

All of the men jumped to their feet. A guy with spikes in his hair cracked his knuckles, ready to rumble.

“That would be our cue,” Dekker announced.

Lexie’s face paled, as she backed up a step. “Dekker … I’m not so sure about this …” She glanced at the guys filing out the exit door to the gauntlet. “I don’t want to cost you …”

“Where’s the woman who wanted to see all my moves? Who wanted to be able to not only survive a street attack, but kick some ass herself?”

CHAPTER 13

The armed guard started to pull the door closed after Dekker walked through. He lifted a questioning brow as Alexis approached. She swore under her breath. She’d already made her choice when she allowed Dekker to put the blindfold on. Hell, her choice was made back when she took the case. There really was no turning back.

Alexis motioned for the guard to open the door. He quirked his lips in an awkward attempt at a smile as he pushed the door open. She would need to draw on all of her police training—as well as the skills Dekker taught her—if she was going to come through this alive. That’s all she’d need. Nick and Grace standing over her corpse, saying “I told you so.”

Her stomach pitched and rolled as she stepped through the door. The resounding slam was like the proverbial nail in her coffin. Where was everybody? Where was Dekker? He couldn’t have gotten that far ahead of her.

Alexis stood at the far end of what appeared to be a massive junkyard. Abandoned cars, rusted appliances, and giant tractor tires were scattered around her in a haphazard maze. She could hear muffled groans and grunts coming from deeper within. Alexis felt a prickling at the back of her neck. Instinctively, she reached for her gun. Then, she realized she was unarmed. Yes, Nick would definitely tell her “I told you so.”

“Dekker,” Alexis hissed into the void.

She took a step toward the beginning of the maze. A loud bang, and breaking glass came from her right. Alexis spun toward the sound. No ogre jumped out at her. Not yet, at least. Alexis let out a long, slow breath. It was now or never. Straightening her shoulders, she walked toward the entrance to the maze.

“Boo!”

Alexis squealed much like Callie might, as Dekker popped out in front of her. She stumbled back, catching her balance on a chunk of concrete. He chuckled as only he could. If she could have lifted the concrete block, she would have used it to wipe the smirk off his face.

She couldn’t help but feel relieved that he had waited for her. But had she really doubted it? Her conscience might feel better if she had. Then she could have continued believing that she was still being objective.

Dekker linked his fingers with hers. “Ready?”

A loud scream cut through the maze. Then silence. Great. Was it wrong to hope that it was one of her opponents? One less person to challenge her?

With as much enthusiasm as she could muster, she replied, “Ready.”

They walked several feet in. A high tower of scrap metal and rocks made it difficult to go anywhere but forward or back. Alexis squeezed Dekker’s hand until her fingers went numb. He shot her an encouraging smile. Not a trace of fear showed on his face. His body was tense—and ready for a fight.

Alexis’ words were cut off as Dekker released her hand and shoved her to the side. She heard the whistle of nunchucks as they swung at Dekker. He blocked them with his forearm, and then slammed his palm into the assailant’s nose. Without hesitation, Dekker pivoted, kicking a guy who crept up on Alexis, a chain held tight in his grip.

Another man stalked up the alley. Dekker was too busy fighting the guy behind her to notice their next problem. Without thinking, Alexis launched herself at their new assailant. The man blocked her right hook, then pushed her to the ground. He dismissed Alexis and headed straight for Dekker, who currently had his opponent in a choke hold.

Alexis’ temper flared. What? He didn’t think she was worthy enough as an opponent? Alexis crawled to the abandoned nunchucks, gripping the cool steel in her hand. She wasn’t accustomed to the weight. She had only used the rubber ones in training. Another reminder that this was a real “no rules” match. Alexis stifled a groan as she pushed herself to her feet. Not even one play into the game, and her sides already seared with pain.

Before the man could take Dekker by surprise, Alexis swooped in, swinging the nunchucks and hitting the assailant in the neck. He spun around, a surprised look on his face. What? He thought she was just going to sit there? He tried to block her blows, but she kept the nunchucks in constant motion, varying the angle and side she struck. He tried to back away, but Alexis pressed forward. What had Dekker taught her? Always take the offensive—each blow hammered out faster than the last. Two more hits caught him in the temple and jaw. The third cut his eyelid open.

The man turned and ran. Alexis watched him disappear around a beat-up blue Chevy pickup. She wished that he hadn’t run. She was just getting started. Alexis shifted from foot to foot. Her breath came in gasps. Now she knew why Dekker got that feral look in his eyes when he fought. How easy it was to lose control. To let the rush totally consume you.

“Fun, isn’t it?”

Dekker hadn’t even broken a sweat, while Alexis could feel it pouring down her back. The leather suddenly made her hot as it clung to her damp body.

“How many more can we expect?”

“Enough to keep ya happy.”

Happy? Alexis never would have thought getting the crap beat out of her would make her
happy
. Yet, what else could describe this sensation? Her pulse pounded, and she couldn’t keep the damned smile off her face. What would her father think of his little girl if he saw her now?

Alexis didn’t have time to let that sink in as two more goons hopped over a low brick wall.

Dekker took on the bigger guy, leaving Alexis with the smaller one. Which wasn’t saying much, since he towered over Alexis by about four inches and tripled her in weight. He leered at Alexis—eyeing her up and down. A long, jagged scar twitched on his cheek.