Chapter 25: Side Hustle
Heather stood victorious, her opponent down on the mat bleeding from her temple. The ref raised her hand up, the announcer got on the microphone "Ladies and gentleman, the winner by knockout in the first round. And the new Junior MMA women's champion Heather "The Tornado" Willis!" The announcer said into the microphone. The crowd cheered, Heather stood there as the ref handed her a trophy, she took the trophy and smiled. After the show Heather was in the locker room, having just got done showering. She got dressed wearing a pair of white booty shorts, black tank top, knee high black socks, and combat boots. She walked out of the locker room and down the hall, she was stopped vy a large overweight bald man, he wore a grey suit and had a cigar dangling out of his mouth "You did good kid, I'm a promotor. You got the stuff to go pro, how would you like me to promote you in my circuit?" He asked her. Heather smirked and tried to walk past him, he grabbed her arm and stepped in front of her "Nobody tells me no, you better make up your mind and quick." He threatened her. The promoter heard footsteps behind him "What's your business with my daughter you fat pile of horse shit!?" Sergeant Willis asked the promotor. "Nothing, just a business proposition. Now get Lost…." The promoter turned around to see a built tall man in army uniform standing face to face with him, the promotor smiled nervously "Sorry sir, I didn't know you were a soldier. I'll be leaving now." He told Willis. The promotor looked back at Heather "I'll send some representatives to talk to you some more." He told Heather. The promotor flicked his cigar and walked away. Heather looked at her father "Thank you." She told him. Sergeant Willis smiled "Anytime baby girl, I'm proud of you." She hugged her dad and they walked out of the building.
Heather stumbled back, her nose bleeding she wiped her nose with her fingers, she looked at the fresh red blood on her fingers and growled. Heather ran at her opponent delivering a haymaker to her nose, she hit her opponent between the eyes on the bridge of her nose. She swept her opponents leg knocking her off her feet, Heather got on top of her opponent ground and pounding her. Her opponent tried to cover up but to no avail, the ref waved his arms sideways stopping the fight. The bell rang, Heather looked at her opponent and stood up. She helped her opponent 19 year old Casey Ball to her feet, Heather and Casey bumped fists and complimented each other. Heather raised her arms in the air, the announcer got on the microphone "Winner in the 3rd round by TKO Heather Willis!" The announcer told the crowd. Adam who sat in the front row smiled at Heather who was looking dead at him, he stood up and walked to the back of the warehouse. He walked up to the bookie who was taking bets "I put 50K on Willis, pay up." He told the bookie. He growled and counted the money, there was a 5 to 1 odds against her. The bookie handed him $250,000, which Adam took "Thanks see you later." He said.
Heather was showered off and changed, she walked out of the locker room where she was met by Adam "Good job on the fight, we made out like fat cats." He told her. Heather looked at him "Good, where's my cut?" She asked him. Adam handed her four stacks of money totaling up to $125,000, Heather took the money and put it in her duffel bag. Her and Adam started making out, he started rubbing her ass and Heather started sucking his neck. They quit making out and left the building, they walked to Adam's car a brand new red Rapid GT. Heather got in the passenger seat and Adam got behind the wheel, he started the car put it in drive and sped down the road. Heather looked at him "So you've seen my side hustle, what's yours?" She asked him. Adam smiled and drove faster "You'll see." He replied. They pulled into the boatyard in the industrial district of Vice City, he parked the car and they got out. A small but wiry Cuban man walked over to Adam "Ah good to see you amigo, who's your friend?" He asked Adam. "This is my girl Heather." Adam replied. The man nodded and looked at them "The boat is loaded down, ready for you." He told Adam. The man walked away, Adam and Heather walked to the boat. It was a speed boat, Adam opened the latch in the floor. The boat was loaded down with coke, he closed the latch and got behind the wheel. Heather sat beside him, he started the boat and took off, the boat flew through the ocean water. Heather looked at him "So who are you delivering this stuff for?" She asked him. Adam looked back at her "Some Columbian named Mendez, he runs a big time coke operation. He pays good for these shipments." Adam replied. He and Heather made it to Ghost Island, a small island that used to have several businesses. Now it was just home to a drug warehouse run by the Mendez Cartel, Louis the boss of the warehouse paid Adam for the shipment. Once the boat was empty he and Heather drove back to the boatyard, they got in Adam's car and left.