I try to jerk my arm out of his grasp, but he only tightens his hold on me. “That's enough of this foolishness, young lady,” he hisses. “Come on. You shouldn't be in a place like this parading yourself around like some fighter's whore.”
His words cut me as he smiles over my head at people who must be watching us, but I still struggle in his hold, panic overtaking me at the thought of him taking me away.
“Let me go!” my voice comes out shrill with the terror I feel at being taken away from Rocky. Something deep inside me tells me that if my dad succeeds in getting me out of this arena, I'll never see Rocky again, and I can't imagine life without him now.
My dad doesn't release his hold. Instead, he begins pulling me through the crowd. Tears are streaming down my face, and a few people look over at us in concern, but once they see who my dad is, no one makes a move to stop him.
No one except Rocky.
Suddenly, my dad's hold on my arm drops and I turn to see Rocky has my dad's wrist in a firm grip. Rocky is glaring down at my dad, towering over him in all of his big, muscled, six-foot-five glory.
He jumped out of the ring to save me.
My heart swells, and more tears rush to my eyes. Rocky glances at me, his eyes softening, but then he turns back to my dad, and they harden again. “Let me make myself very clear in case I didn't the last time we spoke,” his big voice booms. The arena has suddenly gone very quiet as everyone witnesses the commotion. “If you ever try to kidnap my fiancée again, I promise you will live to regret it.”
My dad's eyebrow shoots up into his hairline. “Are you threatening me?” he asks incredulously.
I'm holding my breath because no one has ever spoken to my father that way.
“Call it what you will,” Rocky says, “but as long as Holly wants to be with me, I'm not going anywhere.”
My heart starts thundering in my ears as Rocky comes over and wraps a sweaty arm around me. I look up at him and place a hand on his chest. “Your fiancée?” I ask weakly.
His chocolate brown eyes smolder down at me, “Did you think this would end any way other than marriage, sweetheart?”
I can't stop the smile that breaks out across my face, and I don't care how many people are watching us. I place my hands on Rocky's bearded face and pull his head down to kiss him with the entire world watching. He's mine, and I'm his.
Epilogue
One Year Later
Rocky
Icircle my arms around my wife's back and plant a kiss on the side of her head. She leans back against me, and I splay my hands over her slightly swollen belly.
When Holly asked me last year what I wanted for Christmas, I could think of nothing I wanted more than to call her my wife, so we were married on Christmas Day.
Now here we are a year later, and she's fulfilled my Christmas wish again. She carries our first child within her. Our little girl.
I'm not a man who's prone to crying, but tears swelled in my eyes when she told me we were having a baby. They did again when we went to the gynecologist together and saw our baby girl on the monitor for the first time.
After that night when I threw the MMA match to rescue my girl from her piece-of-shit father, we haven't seen or spoken to either of her parents again. They haven't tried to reach out to her, and Holly hasn't tried to reach out to them.
I guess their true colors are showing. She was never anything more to her father than a pawn he could move around to further his career.
I don't know if her mother is just too frightened to buck against her father, or maybe she's become deadened over the years.
I was concerned Holly would become depressed without her parents in her life, but on the contrary, she's blossomed like a beautiful flower. The heaviness and fear that used to way her down is gone.
She told me that even though she felt bad to admit it, she was relieved to not have to deal with her parents anymore. That she had never been particularly close to either one of them. She never really felt like they treated her like a daughter.
I can't imagine how it was for her growing up in such a cold household, but we're going to be starting our own family very soon, and I vow that she and our baby girl will have more love than they can handle. She's never going to feel neglected or used again. Not while I'm alive.
Even after I'm dead, I'll find a way to take care of her. If anything could last forever, it's what I feel for her. My love for her will never die.
I push her beautiful red curls back from her ear and breathe into it, “Once again, you gave me the best Christmas gift a man can ask for.”
I feel the shiver go up and down her spine, and my cock gets even harder in response.