UNBROKEN: A Bad Boy MMA Romance (Midwest Alphas) (Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

sure it’s nice and tight. “Okay…”
    “Take Tobias here for example,” she says as she gestures over her shoulder. She reaches up to adjust the rear view mirror and looks at him in the backseat. “When I first recruited him, the other Dames laughed at him.”
    “They did?” I laugh.
    Tobias leans forward in his seat. “Wait, they did?” he asks.
    “Oh yeah,” she says. “They had fighters like Pike and Burt the Brute — you know, huge guys with huge muscles. Don’t get me wrong, you’re big in all the right places, Toby, but you’re also lean.”
    “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” I say.
    “I don’t mean… that , although…” Amy tilts her head.
    “Get to the point, Amy,” Tobias adds.
    “My point is…” she continues, “that speed and precision are often far more important than bulk and power. Burt was awesome , but he was sloppy — as witnessed in his fight against Tobias. I will not be at all surprised if we see a lot more fighters this season that look like him.”
    “I’m flattered,” he mutters.
    “I know you’re kidding, Toby,” she says, “but you should be very proud of yourself. We both walked away with a nice payday that night and I, for one, would like to repeat that.”
    I turn around in my seat to get a good look at him. Tobias sits with his arms crossed over his chest, once again clad in a sleek, black suit jacket. I bite my lip and smile at him. “I can be proud of him enough for the both of us, I think,” I say, knowing that he’d never admit it to himself. That night took a huge toll on Tobias. He didn’t want the prize money, but I took it anyway on his behalf. He hasn’t touched a dime of it.
    “Where are we going?” he asks, his eyes scanning the highway.
    “Waynesville,” Amy answers. “We usually don’t recruit from this area because it’s too close to the military base, but Lillian wants to branch outside of our comfort zone this season.”
    “What’s wrong with the military base?” I ask.
    “You’d think soldiers would make perfect recruits — great physique, a knack for following orders — but for the most part, they’re good boys,” she says. “And good boys like to listen to their consciences.”
    I nod. “They’re more likely to tell on us.”
    “Exactly,” she grins. “You learn so quickly.”
    “I try.”
    “Who knows?” she shrugs. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and find a few bad men.”
    “Or maybe we’ll get caught,” Tobias says.
    “It’s easy to deny involvement with an organization that doesn’t exist,” Amy says. “We’ll just leave and move on to the next town.” She presses the gas pedal and the car lurches forward to pass a slow truck in the right lane.
     
    ***
     
    I step into the gym and instantly feel a dozen eyes on my body. Something tells me women don’t usually come around here. The amount of testosterone in the air is enough to choke an elephant. Two fighters spar in a center ring while a few others stand and watch, occasionally barking words of encouragement or moves for them to try on each other. I bite my lip as my pulse spikes. The rhythmic sound of speed bags pop in the air from all four corners, tingling my senses.
    The gym members sneer at us, their eyebrows raising with questions. I look to Amy and she seems completely unfazed by it all. She walks across the room with her shoulders steady and her head held high; a perfect display of confidence and grace. I mimic her movements, taking in as much of her as I can, preparing for the day when I’ll have to do this on my own. I look over my shoulder to see Tobias following a few steps behind us, his eyes shifting around for danger.
    “Can I help you ladies?”
    Amy slows down in front of a man. His thick, tan shoulders extend out of his tank top and he stands above us by at least a foot. Again, Amy shows no hint of backing down from her task. “Hello there,” she greets him. “We’re just here to watch.”
    The man blinks and a