Boxed In: A BBW MC Erotic Drama - Lisa Mulaton - ebook
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Boxed In: A BBW MC Erotic DramaErica's been hiding a horrible secret for far too long. Her MC gang member boyfriend, Dean, has been beating her and isolating her from her friends for years. All that changes in the blink of an eye when after a particularly bad night she calls up Jax, her friend from way back. He comes over and takes her to the hospital, and next thing Erica knows she is being protected, loved, and fucked by Jax constantly as they avoid Dean, and the crooked police who want to arrest Jax for what he does to defend Erica. Dean isn't the type of rider to give up though, and soon Erica finds out just how far Jax is willing to go to protect her...Dean's a thug, Jax is a professional boxer, and Erica doesn't know who she is anymore. This is an erotic novel that weaves a story of love, lust and healing.

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Boxed In: A BBW MC Erotic Romance

Lisa Mulaton

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Boxed In: A BBW MC Erotic Drama

RING RING RING

Hot tears stung my eyes as I crawled, broken and battered, to the cell phone that Dean had torn out of my hands and thrown across the room. He had beaten me before, but never like this. I should have known when he walked in the door late smelling like liquor and weed, but I didn’t run away. I thought maybe, just maybe, this time would be different, but it was only five minutes of laughing and talking before he grabbed my phone out of my hand, scrolled through my messages until he found something he didn’t like, and then beat me within an inch of my life.

I picked up the phone and scrolled through my contacts. I couldn’t call the cops... There were enough drugs in the house to put me away for years, and I knew the cops wouldn’t believe me if I said it wasn’t mine. That was the problem, if I tried to report him for abusing me they would investigate, and thanks to Dean I was caught up in way too much dirt to have cops around. Even if I was able to put him away, where would I go? I had no money, no more friends, and the rest of his motorcycle gang were just as dangerous as him.

Finally, as I reached the bottom of my contact list, I saw someone who might help me. It was Jax, a guy who I used to work with. We had been really good friends before Dean made me cut him and everyone else out of my life, and I prayed to God he would remember and help me.

Without any other options, I cried silently and pressed the call button. After a few rings, I heard his familiar voice.

“Hello? Who’s this?”

I took a deep shuddering breath before continuing.

“It’s me, Erica. I’m sorry to call you so late, it’s just I have no one else to turn to...”

Try as I might, I couldn’t stop myself from crying into the phone.

“What do you mean? Erica, you know this is Jax right? Are you alright? What’s wrong?”

“It’s Dean, he...” This was the first time I had reached out to someone for help, and I was too overwhelmed to finish the sentence.

“Erica? What the fuck are you talking about? Tell me!”

“He...”

“Did he beat you?”

My silence told him all he needed to know.

“Where are you right now?”

I told him the address, and without waiting to hear anything else he hung up. I laid there for what felt like an eternity, my body wracked with pain.

Finally, I could hear the door swing open and Jax’s familiar voice sounding through the house.

“Erica!”

“I’m in here!”

Jax swung in, and the first thing I noticed was that he looked different than the last time I had seen him. Before he had been athletic but thin, but now his shirt clung tightly against him as his muscles strained against it. His handsome face was covered with a 5 o’clock shadow and there was still a lit cigarette hanging out of the side of his mouth. What had happened to the Jax I used to know? I didn’t have long to ask questions as he rushed forward.

“Goddamn!” He said, his eyes roaming around the trashed room. “What the hell did he do to you? We need to get you to a hospital straight away.”

“I’m sorry for calling you so late after all this time Jax...”

He shook his head as he stepped forward and knelt down to pick me up. He looked into my eyes with his usual kindness, but this time there was something different: Anger.

“Don’t apologize, this isn’t you fault.” He said as he scooped me up as if I weighed nothing, and headed towards the door. I felt like a child in his arms as he carried me to his BMW, and helped me into the front seat.

“There, that should do it.” He said, walking around to the driver’s seat. He peeled out of the parking lot straight away, his wheels screeching against the road as he glanced at me with concern.

“Listen Erica, I know you’ve just been through some real shit but I’m going to need you to tell me everything that happened. Start with the beginning. First off, why am I the only person you can call but we haven’t seen each other in what seems like years?”

I wiped the tears from my eyes and began confessing everything to him. I told him how Dean and I had met, how it had started off good before Dean showed his true colors. I described in detail how he had made me feel guilty and like everything was my fault, when really he was the one who was always getting up to no good. It felt amazing to finally get everything off my chest, and when I was finished with my story I breathed a big sigh of relief and turned to face Jax, searching for any sign of reaction.

He turned his head towards me and gave me a look of sympathy that let me know he was there for me. Taking one hand off the wheel, he placed it on my leg and rubbed it comfortingly.

“Listen to me Erica, you’re never going to have to deal with that shit again. I promise you as long as I’m around I’m going to make sure that motherfucker never finds you. Now we’re only a few minutes away from the hospital, once you’re out I’m going to take you to my place until you can find somewhere to go. Understand?”

“Thank you!” I said, before crying uncontrollably. After not having any sympathy or love for so long, his words were making all my emotions pour out. Even as we pulled into the hospital, I wondered if this was really going to be the end of it. Dean wasn’t the type of guy to just let things go, and I prayed that he would never find me.

***

“Alright Ms. Parker, you’ve been given the all clear to go.” The nurse stood in front of me with a clipboard, lazily checking off some boxes as she looked at my chart. When I had first gotten to the hospital they looked over me, and said that although I was heavily bruised and could have suffered a concussion, nothing was broken or bleeding so they would have to release me unless I had insurance.

Although I didn’t, Jax had stepped in immediately and gotten his card out of his wallet, telling them not to worry about the price. Three days later now and the bruising had finally gone down, and I was set to be released. I felt a warm glow come over me as I thought about Jax waiting for me outside, and for the first time in years I felt like there was hope.

“There’s already somebody outside waiting to pick you up, so if you want you can leave now although you weren’t scheduled to be released for another hour or so.”

“Thank you, I think I will.”

The nurse nodded and headed outside, as I quickly got dressed. I ran over to a little mirror they had on a side table, and checked myself. My hair was a mess, I had no makeup on, and my clothes were all wrinkled up. Not exactly how I wanted to see Jax again after all he did for me, but it would have to work.

Finally, I was ready. I walked out into the waiting room confidently, with a foolish grin spreading across my face. I couldn’t see him in the waiting room and figured he must he having a cigarette, so I walked outside and felt a hand tap me on the shoulder. Smiling and getting ready to hug Jax, I turned around to see Dean.

My heart ran cold and a surge of adrenaline shot through me. There was no time to question how or why he knew where I was, before Dean had grabbed me by the arm and was steering me towards his car.

“Did you think you could get away from me? They told me another man had checked you in, luckily I was still listed as your spouse on your medical report. Who the fuck is this new guy and why are you fucking with him? Have you been cheating on me? I knew you were cheating. Just wait until I get your dumb ass home.”

Panic filled me, and it was like my mind had just shut down. I wanted to run, I wanted to scream for help, but all I found myself doing was walking along with him to his car as if in a trance, terrified about what he would do to me. We were only a couple rows away from his Dodge before I saw a familiar white BMW pull up next to us. Jax parked it and got out quickly.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Jax asked as he opened the door and got out, wearing only a white singlet and shorts showing off his impressive body.

Dean looked between him and me, before letting me go and stepping towards Jax.

“Who the fuck do you think you are bitch?”

Jax just smiled.

“I’m the guy who picked up Erica from your apartment the other day. I don’t know how you got them to release her early but you’re not going anywhere.”

“I’m not going anywhere? I’m going wherever the fuck I want to, and that’s that. I don’t know if Erica filled you in but I run this town. If you got a problem, I got a problem solver in the car that has a bullet with your name on it.”

Jax took a couple steps forward quickly, so they were only a couple feet apart.

“What the fuck makes you think you’re going to make it to the car?”

Dean opened his mouth to speak but didn’t have a chance to finish, as Jax quickly shifted his weight forward and swung a fast left hook, hitting Dean in the jaw. I would have never thought that someone so big could move so fast, but in the blink of an eye Jax was throwing jab after jab, landing most of them as Dean desperately tried to step backward. Jax stopped for a moment, and Dean shuffled around clumsily, looking like he had no idea where he was anymore.

“Come on then, go get your gun.” Jax said, stepping between him and the car. Dean gave him one last blank look, before his legs gave out from under him and he collapsed onto the concrete. Without hesitation Jax knelt down besides his body and reached into his jeans, digging out his phone. He quickly dialed 911 and spoke calmly into the phone.

“We’re in the parking lot of St. Vincent’s hospital, corner of 51st and 2nd. I just knocked out someone who tried to kill me, he’s passed out right now in the middle of the parking lot. He has a gun in the car, please send someone straight away.”

Without waiting for an answer he threw the phone to the side, and gave Dean a hard kick to the head.

“That’s to make sure he stays asleep until the police arrive.” He said. “Now let’s get the hell out of here.”