Post by Aoife Valkyrie on Jan 15, 2022 0:58:12 GMT
Her plane landed late early Friday morning and Aoife had to catch a cab to her hotel room. Exhausted and only wanting to sleep for a few days, she checks her messages and sees that there is one from Mitch, telling her what hotel that he is staying at. She starts her shower and lets it heat up as she slowly undresses tossing her clothes here and there not really caring where they land. She sits on the edge of the bed in her bra and panties and brings her knees to her chest as she scrolls through the alerts on her phone. She can see that there are hundreds of posts about Felix offering to buy Mitch’s top contenders spot and if he will accept or deny the deal. Everyone has an opinion, just like everyone’s got an asshole.
“What the fuck is he thinking?” she exclaims in her Irish accent.
She pulls her bra and panties off and rushes to the bathroom bare-ass. After a quick shower she slips on a pair of black leggings and a white tank top, forgoing any bra or thong. She slides on her pink Sketchers and quickly laces them up. She grabs her purse and cell phone and quickly calls for a cab. As she waits in the hotel lobby, she dials Mitch’s number and it goes to his voicemail.
“Baby, it’s me. I’m in the city and I’m heading over to see yah. We need to talk.” She tells him hoping he gets the message.
Aoife hangs the phone up and slides her sunglasses over her eyes covering the two black eyes she got from that prick Jake Owens. She can feel the goosebumps start to form on her arms as she closes her eyes and remembers that shot to her face vividly. The sound of her nose breaking. The taste of her own blood in her mouth. The sound of the bell ringing when Mitch pinned Hopkins. The helpless feeling as she lay there in her hospital room knowing that she put Mitch in an unwinnable situation. Now, things have gone from bad to worse. Now Felix Escobar is trying to bribe Mitch out of the one thing that he earned while he’s been in the Empire. The number one seed in the Emperor’s Crown Tournament. There’s no way she is going to let Mitch give that up. No way in hell is she going to let another person use her to get to Mitch. After about ten minutes or so, her cab pulls up. She grabs her bag and exits the hotel. Climbing into the car she gets another alert on her phone. Mitch Fierce surrenders his number one spot to Felix Escobar. Awaiting further comments by the owner of the Empire.
“Fuck!!” she spats out pissed off. “That stupid shit!”
“Where to?” asks the older Japanese man as he peers back in his rearview mirror at her waiting for instructions.
Aoife leans forward and shows the driver the name of the hotel, knowing that she would fuck it up if she had tried to pronounce it in her Irish dialect. The car speeds off down the highway and after about a fifteen minute ride they arrive at Mitch’s hotel. She quickly pays the man and exits the car, adjusting her coat and glasses before entering the building. The concierge opens the door for her, and she walks right through not giving him a second glance. Marching right up to the front desk she plops her bag on the desk and spats out.
“I’m looking for Mitch Fierce. He’s staying here.” And the young Japanese woman cocks her head to the side not understanding a word she said. Either because she doesn’t understand English, or it’s her heavy accent that is throwing her off. She pulls her phone out and shows the young woman a picture of him. The woman blushes and a wide smile comes over her face.
“Can yah just tell me what room he’s in?” and the woman tries to compose herself as she clicks away on her computer.
“Room 534.”
Aoife smiles and states sarcastically. “See that wasn’t so hard was it?” and she grabs her bag and makes her way to the elevator. The door slides open and she steps in, presses the button to the fifth floor and the door slides shut. After a quick ride up, the elevator comes to a stop and the doors slide open. She steps out and looks left and then right to figure out which direction the room numbers are going in. She walks to the left and is happy to see that she chose the right path. One by one she watches the rooms go by until she finds his. She reaches up and presses the button and can hear the buzzer go off inside. She can hear the rustling of feet and the sound of heavy footsteps making their way to the door. Her heart starts to pound in her chest as she waits for the door to open. Slowly it does, and there stands Mitch Fierce; bare foot and only wearing sweatpants. She can feel her pulse quicken and her animal instincts start to take over. She slowly reaches up and peels away her sunglasses and she can see the sorrow in his eyes as he sees the two black eyes given to her by Owens. He slowly walks toward her, only wanting to hold her, when she bitch slaps him right across the face!
“Are yah out of your bloody mind?” and she tries to walk past him into his room, but he is like a massive oak tree and won’t budge. “Will yah please move. My feet hurt and I haven’t slept in two damn days!”
Mitch grins as he steps aside, and she walks into the room and throws her shit on the bed before taking her coat off. “Tell me yah didn’t go ahead and piss away your shot in the tournament? Tell me yah didn’t let that idiot get into yah head? Tell me yah didn’t throw it all away because of me?”
“I did what I thought I had to do to protect you.” He tries to explain.
“I don’t need yah protection! Don’t yah see, there will always be a Jake Owens or a Tony Tran or a Felix Escobar for as long as we are together. They are using me to get to yah. I say fuck the world. Take Stone up on his offer and shut down the Cartel! Fix this shit.”
Mitch gives her a boyish grin. “So, we’re still together?”
“When did I say we were through. When I’m done with yah, you’ll know it. Now come here.” And she pulls him in close to her. They kiss as he pulls her in tight. She slowly pulls away “But first go brush yah teeth.”
“What the fuck is he thinking?” she exclaims in her Irish accent.
She pulls her bra and panties off and rushes to the bathroom bare-ass. After a quick shower she slips on a pair of black leggings and a white tank top, forgoing any bra or thong. She slides on her pink Sketchers and quickly laces them up. She grabs her purse and cell phone and quickly calls for a cab. As she waits in the hotel lobby, she dials Mitch’s number and it goes to his voicemail.
“Baby, it’s me. I’m in the city and I’m heading over to see yah. We need to talk.” She tells him hoping he gets the message.
Aoife hangs the phone up and slides her sunglasses over her eyes covering the two black eyes she got from that prick Jake Owens. She can feel the goosebumps start to form on her arms as she closes her eyes and remembers that shot to her face vividly. The sound of her nose breaking. The taste of her own blood in her mouth. The sound of the bell ringing when Mitch pinned Hopkins. The helpless feeling as she lay there in her hospital room knowing that she put Mitch in an unwinnable situation. Now, things have gone from bad to worse. Now Felix Escobar is trying to bribe Mitch out of the one thing that he earned while he’s been in the Empire. The number one seed in the Emperor’s Crown Tournament. There’s no way she is going to let Mitch give that up. No way in hell is she going to let another person use her to get to Mitch. After about ten minutes or so, her cab pulls up. She grabs her bag and exits the hotel. Climbing into the car she gets another alert on her phone. Mitch Fierce surrenders his number one spot to Felix Escobar. Awaiting further comments by the owner of the Empire.
“Fuck!!” she spats out pissed off. “That stupid shit!”
“Where to?” asks the older Japanese man as he peers back in his rearview mirror at her waiting for instructions.
Aoife leans forward and shows the driver the name of the hotel, knowing that she would fuck it up if she had tried to pronounce it in her Irish dialect. The car speeds off down the highway and after about a fifteen minute ride they arrive at Mitch’s hotel. She quickly pays the man and exits the car, adjusting her coat and glasses before entering the building. The concierge opens the door for her, and she walks right through not giving him a second glance. Marching right up to the front desk she plops her bag on the desk and spats out.
“I’m looking for Mitch Fierce. He’s staying here.” And the young Japanese woman cocks her head to the side not understanding a word she said. Either because she doesn’t understand English, or it’s her heavy accent that is throwing her off. She pulls her phone out and shows the young woman a picture of him. The woman blushes and a wide smile comes over her face.
“Can yah just tell me what room he’s in?” and the woman tries to compose herself as she clicks away on her computer.
“Room 534.”
Aoife smiles and states sarcastically. “See that wasn’t so hard was it?” and she grabs her bag and makes her way to the elevator. The door slides open and she steps in, presses the button to the fifth floor and the door slides shut. After a quick ride up, the elevator comes to a stop and the doors slide open. She steps out and looks left and then right to figure out which direction the room numbers are going in. She walks to the left and is happy to see that she chose the right path. One by one she watches the rooms go by until she finds his. She reaches up and presses the button and can hear the buzzer go off inside. She can hear the rustling of feet and the sound of heavy footsteps making their way to the door. Her heart starts to pound in her chest as she waits for the door to open. Slowly it does, and there stands Mitch Fierce; bare foot and only wearing sweatpants. She can feel her pulse quicken and her animal instincts start to take over. She slowly reaches up and peels away her sunglasses and she can see the sorrow in his eyes as he sees the two black eyes given to her by Owens. He slowly walks toward her, only wanting to hold her, when she bitch slaps him right across the face!
“Are yah out of your bloody mind?” and she tries to walk past him into his room, but he is like a massive oak tree and won’t budge. “Will yah please move. My feet hurt and I haven’t slept in two damn days!”
Mitch grins as he steps aside, and she walks into the room and throws her shit on the bed before taking her coat off. “Tell me yah didn’t go ahead and piss away your shot in the tournament? Tell me yah didn’t let that idiot get into yah head? Tell me yah didn’t throw it all away because of me?”
“I did what I thought I had to do to protect you.” He tries to explain.
“I don’t need yah protection! Don’t yah see, there will always be a Jake Owens or a Tony Tran or a Felix Escobar for as long as we are together. They are using me to get to yah. I say fuck the world. Take Stone up on his offer and shut down the Cartel! Fix this shit.”
Mitch gives her a boyish grin. “So, we’re still together?”
“When did I say we were through. When I’m done with yah, you’ll know it. Now come here.” And she pulls him in close to her. They kiss as he pulls her in tight. She slowly pulls away “But first go brush yah teeth.”