Breaking the Silence (Hard Drive Book 2) (17 page)

Lindsay’s face grew grim.
He’s leaving for Chicago as soon as he returns. He’s moving there. For good. At least that’s what he said on the video.

Tears filled her eyes.
No, he can’t. He can’t leave.

He took the laptop from her, grasping her hands and holding them for a long moment. Then, he signed.
Avery, you need to finally put your pride aside. The man is crazy in love with you. You will never find someone who loves you as much as he does. And I know you love him too.

You’re a Marine. You fought in Afghanistan. You’re proud that you served your country. Yet you have holed yourself in your bedroom for the past few weeks, sobbing from a broken heart. Before this, I can’t remember the last time I saw you cry. It has been years. Rico is not that celebrity who hurt you in Germany. He is a loving man who needs you. And you need him.

Avery bit her lip to keep it from trembling as her thoughts raced. What could she do? Lindsay was right. But she wouldn’t be able talk to Rico here in Minneapolis, and she wouldn’t be able to find him in Chicago…

She flew to her feet.
I need you to drive me someplace.

Lindsay frowned at her.
Where?

Take me to Hard Drive. I need to find Chloe Thomas.

Lindsay nodded as he stood. He dug in his pocket for his keys as they rushed from the house to his truck. Avery wrung her fingers together as he sped through the streets until the gym appeared on the side of the road. The windows were dark. Crap. Am I too late? She wondered to herself.

She hopped from the passenger side and ran for the door, tugging it open. With a relieved sigh, she stepped inside and met Chloe’s shocked gaze. Chloe set her gigantic duffle bag on the floor before she spoke. “Avery. What are you doing here? I am sorry. I can’t talk. I need to catch a plane.”

Avery smiled.
I know. I want to go with you. I need to talk to Rico.

Chloe’s face grew uneasy. “I don’t think that is a good idea. You would be a huge distraction. Rico has had enough trouble concentrating on his training as it is since you left him.”

I know. I’m sorry. I should never have walked away. But I can’t let him leave. I love him.

Chloe stared at her for a long, hard moment then smiled. “All right. Do you have clothes?”

Avery felt her face flush hot in embarrassment.
No. I didn’t think of it. I guess I’ll buy clothes when I get there.

“Or you can borrow some of mine. We’re about the same size. But we need to go now.”

Let me tell Lindsay goodbye. He’s right outside.

“Sounds good.”

Avery dashed back outside as Chloe locked the glass door. She shot her brother a hopeful glance as she pecked him on the cheek then climbed into Chloe’s car. As she settled into the passenger seat, Chloe dropped something into her lap. “You will want to change into that before we get to Florida.”

Avery lifted the black T-shirt up to examine it. Her eyes misted with proud tears as she laid it across her legs and let her fingers trace over the letters on the back.
Choate
. Chloe was definitely right. She would be wearing this before they left Minneapolis.

Avery hurried to purchase her ticket while Chloe checked in her bags. The two women rushed through airport security. Avery just managed to change her shirt as the airport called for their flight. She tugged her jacket back on before she dropped into her seat a few rows behind Chloe.

The butterflies let loose in Avery’s stomach as she stared out the airplane window. Would Rico take her back? She was the reason his career was over. Could his love have turned to hate over ending his dream? Nervously, she wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans as she sighed.

When the flight landed in Dallas, Avery met up with Chloe so that they could sprint to their connecting flight. Her heart sank in her chest as she read the screen that updated the flights. Their plane to Miami had been delayed. Mechanical issues. Chloe scowled as she stalked off to find the airline’s counter.

When she returned, her face was grim.
They are getting a new plane. It will be a bit. We are going to cut it close.

Avery nodded as she heaved a heavy sigh. The delay, at least, gave Avery time to shop for a few things. She would feel more comfortable in her own clothes, rather than borrowing Chloe’s. It was her stubborn pride at work again. She shoved the items into the backpack she had also purchased then slung it over her shoulder.

As Chloe predicted, the plane arrived as the lower card fights began. The two women grabbed their luggage and jumped into the first cab they found, pleading with the driver to hurry to the arena.

Arriving, Avery trailed Chloe as they weaved through the darkened corridors. She stopped as Chloe ducked into a locker room. Her fingers brushed the all-access pass that hung from the black lanyard around her neck. She smiled softly at the picture of Rico. With any luck, they would find him before his fight.

Avery glanced up at a tug on her arm. Chloe motioned for her to follow. The two women jogged among the other fighters. Avery watched Chloe dip around the corner into the entrance tunnel.

Avery stopped to find Max, Mark, and Dan waiting, each of them looking dumbfounded at her presence. She shook it off when her eyes laid on Rico striding proudly to the mouth of the tunnel. In the distance, she could see the chain link cage waiting for him. Avery ran past them and grabbed Rico’s shirt to get his attention.

He wouldn’t look at her fingers. He shrugged away and kept walking. She attempted to step in front of him. He sidestepped around her.

Desperate, Avery wrapped her fingers tight in his T-shirt and refused to let go.

Finally, Rico spun, glaring at her.

She cowered at his stare.

His fingers flew.
I do not have time for this. I am a little busy.

He stomped off toward the arena. Tears welled in Avery’s eyes as she watched him go. She didn’t know what she was doing. Her mouth opened. She knew nothing would come out. But she had to try.

“I love you.”

She cringed as everyone stopped and stared at her.
Oh lord, what just came out? A squeak? Was there any sound?
She thought frantically. Her tear-filled eyes met Rico’s sapphire blue ones as he spun on his toe and strode back to her. She gasped as he cupped her face in his hands and parted her lips with his. She couldn’t help herself. She melted into his kiss, weaving her fingers into his dark, thick hair.

She searched his face as she tried to speak again. “Did you hear me?”

He stared at her intently as he slowly nodded. Then he spoke. “Avery, if you love me, you have to love all of me. That includes the man who is about to go to war in that cage. Understand?”

Avery stepped away with a small smile as she unzipped her jacket. His eyes roamed her T-shirt as she slipped the coat off. A smile graced his lips. “My shirt. You are wearing my shirt.”

She nodded. The distance between them was quickly swallowed up again as he scooped her into his arms and kissed her some more, tangling her tongue with his. She held him tight, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. Her heart swelled with pride. He hadn’t even stepped into the octagon yet, but he was already a champion in her eyes.

As they parted once more, she noticed his lips move. “Walk out with me?”

She nodded enthusiastically.

Taking her hand in his, he weaved his fingers between hers. He gently led her to the edge of the tunnel. She could feel the vibrations of the pounding music against her feet. Thousands of eyes watched her as she walked beside Rico Choate. The Rico Choate. She clung closer to him as she soaked it all in.

Rico slowly let her hand go as they reached the officials. Avery watched him, wide-eyed, as he slipped his T-shirt off and handed it to her. He softly kissed her once more before he cocked his head behind her. She felt a large hand on her shoulder. She turned to find Mark motioning toward a place to sit beside the cage. Apparently, Chloe and Dan had already made their way back to the tunnel.

Avery turned back to Rico, finding him nodding to her encouragingly. She knew by the look in his eyes that he would be safe. She waved to him one last time before she followed Mark.

She settled in her chair anxiously as Mark rummaged through the first aid kit. She glanced back to the cage door. As the officials checked over Rico, Max ran through a few last things. Rico gave him one final nod and then stepped inside. He prowled around the octagon like a Bengal tiger in a zoo enclosure.

By the reaction of the crowd, his opponent had arrived.

Avery gasped in alarm.

The man was far bigger than Rico with large, defined muscles. Avery’s heart twisted in her chest. How was Rico supposed to beat someone like that? She watched as Max and Mark gave Rico a few last words through the octagon wall. Then, Max turned to her. “Do you want a closer look?”

Up there by you?

“Yes.”

Avery’s eyes grew wide. Could she be that close to watch Rico get beat on? Could she sit back here and feel helpless? It wasn’t that she hadn’t seen bloodshed. She had seen plenty in Afghanistan. But none of those people were the man she loved.

She took a deep breath and nodded as she stood.
Yes. Absolutely.

The officials checked Rico’s opponent just as they did with him. Rico started pacing again, hoping from one foot to the other. Avery’s heart raced. Her stomach knotted. If he wasn’t nervous, she was enough for both of them.

She glanced down at the vibration in her pocket. She pulled out her phone and checked the text message. It was from Lindsay.

I see you reached Rico.

Her fingers flew across the screen.

Can you see me?

Yes. I watched you walk out with him.

Lindsay, I’m scared for him. Do you see that guy?

Yes, I do. Don’t be. You’re about to be amazed. Rico’s one of the best around. Besides, now he has something to fight for. She’s standing next to the octagon texting her brother instead of paying attention to his fight.

Avery’s head popped up from the phone. The announcer had already left. All that was left inside the cage were Rico, his opponent, and the referee. The octagon door was closed and locked. She quickly typed out one last message.

Right. Gotta go.

One last response popped up on the screen.

Good luck, sis.

Avery turned back to the fight to see Rico and his opponent tap gloves. Then, Rico sank into his stance and raised his hands. Seconds later, he deflected a flurry of punches. Scuttling backward, he forced his opponent to chase him around a bit before finding the perfect opportunity to land a hard cross to the hulk’s chin.

She held her breath. It had to be enough to knock him out. She let go of the air slowly in disbelief. He was dazed, but not down. The three minute round ended as the hulk landed a jab above Rico’s eye, leaving a small gash.

Avery watched, bewildered, as Max and Mark took off into the octagon. Rico slumped onto the stool that Max dropped onto the mat. Mark tugged on rubber gloves then rubbed at the cut with petroleum jelly until the bleeding stopped. Their words and actions were brief. Rico slowly rose. Max grabbed the stool and followed Mark out. It was time for round two.

Both men stalked each other as they looked for a moment of weakness. As the hulk threw some wild, weak punches, Avery saw Rico’s eyes light up. She knew that look. He had found his point of attack. Rico wrapped his arms around his opponent’s waist, lifted him up off the mat a few inches, and slammed him to the ground. However, somewhere in the scuffle, the hulk got the upper hand. He sat on Rico’s stomach and threw punches anywhere they could land on Rico’s body.

Even being so close, Avery couldn’t see what was happening clearly. Her heart fell in her chest. Was Rico all right? She glanced to Max and Mark. The anxiousness in their faces told her they felt the same.

She didn’t know what happened next, but she could see Rico wiggle out enough to free his limbs. Suddenly, he had a leg wrapped around his opponent’s head, his hand firmly grasping his ankle. The hulk started to struggle with everything he had. Rico applied more pressure. Mark and Max’s mouths were moving excitedly.

The hulk’s hand slapped the mat repeatedly. He was done. The referee pulled the two men apart. Rico jumped to his feet in triumph and raced to his corner while the officials made a final decision. He had won.

Mark spun on his toe and headed to the octagon door. Avery felt someone nudge her. Max smiled. “We should go.”

Where?

Max pointed. “In there. You want to congratulate him, right?”

Yes. Most definitely.

She followed Mark and waited until the door was opened. Being inside the cage was intimidating. Max shepherded her in deeper where a large group had gathered. She reached Rico’s side as the referee raised his hand in victory. As Rico’s arm came down, he wrapped her in a tight embrace.

She held him as close as she could. Even in the cage, she felt that in his arms was where she belonged. He slowly let her go, taking her hand in his. They followed the others out of the octagon.

The celebration was dragged through the tunnel into the corridors of the arena. Pictures were taken. In each of them, Avery was tucked near to Rico’s side. She noticed Chloe with Max. Mark and Dan were somewhere behind them.

Avery watched everyone’s ecstatic faces as she held tight to him. Strangers approached Rico to congratulate him. She had never seen him happier. This was where he really belonged.

Then, he looked down at her. And his smile faded. She could decipher what he said well enough. “Could you guys give us a minute? I need to talk to Avery alone.”

Avery’s heart dropped in her chest as she watched everyone nod to him in understanding, clapping him on the shoulder for support. Chloe shot her a comforting smile before she followed Max. When everyone disappeared, Rico took her hand in his and led her into an empty locker room. It was small, with concrete block walls painted white. On the far wall was mounted a dry erase board.