Summary: Steve Fox is on the run again from the Mafia, and this time Christie runs along side with him. Will Steve stay as a fugitive or will he fight back?
Chapter Eleven-Bonds
As the sun began to arise over the horizon in the early morning, Steve was driving the car his mother, Nina, lend to him so he and Christie can have a ride, while on their run from the mafia. The British boxer was replaying the recent the events he and Christie had been through so far. At this point, he was thinking that this issue has to be resolve sooner or at this very moment. He knows that this chase is starting to get out of hand and everyone he knows is getting involved.
First, Christie gets involved because she wants to help him, then, his friend, Johnny, gets involved and later gets shot, and now Nina is involve.
He likes how his friends and companions are helping get through this chase, but he doesn't want more of them to get hurt, especially Christie.
Even though she is risky her own life to help him, Steve still doesn't want her to get in harm way.
Steve doesn't know what his strategy is on how to end this against the mafia, but he knows he has to get to the bottom of this and find out who is behind of all this mess. What Steve also wants to find out about the latest boxing scandal that Johnny told him about.
Why are the mafias also targeting boxers? And why are they giving up matches for money and then leaving the world of boxing?
As much as Steve loves boxing, he is disgusted that boxing world is nothing more than a play toy for the mafia and using the boxers to forfeit matches, just to gain money.
He couldn't believe he fault for their scam and he was lucky that he was smart enough to realize what they were doing to him and refuse to give up his match.
Breaking into his thoughts, he turned his attention to Christie, who was waking up from her long sleep. When she woke up, her brown eyes gazed over towards her blond companion, who was smiling at her as he was driving.
"Morning, sleeping beauty, did you sleep well?" He said while smiling at her still.
She slowly nodded and positions herself in the seat properly. Looking outside the window, she saw that they were driving them through a desert looking environment, surrounded by mountains.
"Where the heck are we Steve?" Christie yawned, stretching out her arms and legs.
"Somewhere in New Mexico," Steve replied.
"How do you know?"
"Because while you were sleeping beautifully," Steve smirked. "I passed a sign that says, you are now entering New Mexico five miles back."
"Oh okay, and did you watch me sleep beautifully?"
Steve laughed a little. "Most of the time, I was staring at your cleavage." The boxer winked.
"Are you a charmer or a pervert?" Christie rolled her eyes and fixed her top appropriately.
"If I told you that you're the prettiest girl in the world, then what am I to you?"
"I guess a charmer."
"And what if I told you I want to lick you up and down, then what am I to you?"
"A red-haired pervert name Hwoarang."
Steve laughed along with Christie and said in a response, "I guess Hwoarang's actions are growing on me."
"Yeah, I guess so." Their laughs settled down as they rode in the car in silence. Christie noticed later that Nina wasn't in the car with them and figured she is probably during her own thing.
"Hey, look over there Steve there's a motel." Christie pointed over towards a small motel that was up coming in the distance as they drove.
"Good, finally we can settle down and rest with all this drama going on. We really need to think on how we're going to end this with mafia soon before anyone else get hurt or involve."
Christie nodded in agreement and Steve pulled up in the parking lot when they arrived at the small motel. He turned the engine off, unlocked the doors and climbed out the car.
"My god, I can't wait till I take shower. I feel all dirty and expose," Christie said to herself, as she was looking at her shorts and white tank top.
"You're lucky that Nina had spare clothes for you in the trunk of this car." Steve opened up the truck and pulled out three bags for Christie. They both walked inside the motel's small lobby and spotted a guy behind a counter, reading the early newspaper.
The two walked up to the front desk and the guy behind the counter lower the newspaper a bit, when he saw them approaching his desk.
"We need a room," Steve simply said.
The man, supposedly the manager of this motel, quirked his eyebrow as he stared at the two couples. His dark eyes averted from Steve to Christie, when he saw what she was wearing. A smirked formed on his lips behind the newspaper, and he grabbed a key and tossed it to Steve. In his mind, he thought Christie was a prostitute because her clothing was revealing and she looked as if they've done it on their way here. Her hair was a totally mess and her tank top was still showing some cleavage.
"Room 101 and have fun you two," the manager smirked and continued reading the newspaper.
Steve and Christie walked away while giving each other funny looks about the manager's comments. "What the hell was that all about?" Steve whispered to her.
"He probably thinks I'm a slut that's about to sleep with you," Christie answered him, slightly annoyed that the guy would think that. "Why do you think he gave us a room without paying for it?"
"Oh. That bastard I'll kick his ass for thinking that."
"You're so protective over me Steve when it comes to someone getting the wrong impression huh?"
He nodded and unlocked the door to their room. It was cozy room with cream color walls, one king size bed, one lamp, a TV, brown curtains, and a bathroom on the other side of the room. The room even smelled nice as if someone sprayed with it febreeze.
Christie plopped herself on the bed on her stomach, with her arms and legs spread out. "Ah finally a bed to lie on."
The boxer agreed as he plopped himself on the bed with her, lying on his back, hands on the back of his head and his eyes closed. He was happy for a moment that they found a place to hide out and rest for a while, but he knows eventually, they'll have to leave soon to avoid the mafia.
The Brazilian turned on her side facing the blond; she plucked his nose and giggled when he gave her a look. Steve was amused that she was still being happy even after all the trouble they've been through. She always knows how to make a negative into a positive and that's why he is falling for her. He enjoys her company a lot.
"What's wrong Stevie? Why you look so sad?" Christie asked now touching her his blond hair, running her fingers through his hair. "Did anyone tell you that you'll look cute with dreads?"
"What?"
Christie laughed again and she stopped touching his hair as she got up from the bed. Then she went through the bag of clothes that Steve carried in and pulled out a pair of clothes. "I'm going to take a shower, okay Steve?"
He heard the bathroom door shut and shower running. He stared up at the cream ceiling, his brows furrowed, as he thought about of the situation so far. He knows that he and Christie will only be here for a couple of days, or even last a day if the mafia doesn't spot them early. He needed to act now and find a way to end this. He told Nina to make copies of the money because he knows that he may need to use it against the mafia later.
So what is fox boy to do?
Steve sighed and closed his eyes since he felt his body telling him to rest. In a few seconds, the British boxer was fast asleep. He never thought driving would waste him.
Hong Kong
A police officer came out the interrogation room looking rather piss and unsatisfied about his recent talk with a criminal. He then entered another room where another officer was standing by, dressed in a blue button up shirt, white slacks and dress shoes. His long black hair pulled back in a ponytail, arms folded across his chest.
"He still won't talk detective Wulong," The officer said.
Wulong frowned and unfolded his arms from his chest. "He won't say anything at all?" The officer shook his head and Wulong sighed. "He will talk one way or another even if I have to use brutality to get it out of him. I'll take it from here; you go back to the lobby."
His partner gave the superb cop a slight nod and Wulong went inside the interrogation, where a man dressed in a black tux, which was now tattered, sat in a seat in handcuffs. Lei pulled up a chair, sat down in it, and cupped his hands together on the table.
He narrowed his dark eyes at the culprit and the culprit glared back at him. When the glaring contest ended, the detective began speaking. "Your outfit reminds of something. Care to tell me who you're working for?"
A sly smirked formed on the villain face. "You should already know super cop. If you don't, too bad, I'm not telling you shit."
"Oh really, and what makes you think you won't tell me nothing?"
"Like I said, I'm not saying shit."
"You're working with the mafia aren't you? Last time I checked, I put you guys away for good and now I'm guessing that I didn't put away the person who was really behind this. He seems to be hiring more people by since he lost the one I put away…agree?"
The criminal didn't say anything. His eyes were still glaring at the detective as he continued to speak.
"I got an email from an anonymous person last week, informing that there is a boxing scandal going on. Your people are paying top famous boxers to forfeit matches and retire early. Not only that, but the email also tells me that your also killing boxers that refuse to go with the deal. So, tell me if your link to it."
"I don't know anything about that. You have the wrong guy," the criminal lied, still trying to keep a straight face.
Wulong knew he was lying. He straightened himself up in the chair while cracking his knuckles. "So, you're telling me that your people aren't link to this because I have another report that you are possibly link to."
"And what is that?"
The super cop pulled out a picture of a blond boxer and slid across the table to the criminal."Recognize that fighter?"
The criminal averted his eyes away from the picture to the wall. "I don't recognize him."
"You lie!" Wulong shouted.
"I don't know him. I've never seen him before!"
Wulong launched himself across the table, knocking down the man on the floor, and strangling him. He then grabbed the picture off the table and put it in the guy's face. "You don't recognize Steve Fox?! The boxer you guys tried to kill?!"
"I know nothing!" the man tried shouting back, but the cop forced off the ground, and smashed his face on the table.
"Steve Fox disappeared from the recent tournament going on and I have a feeling you guys are behind him leaving the tournament so soon. There have been reports in Japan about a shootout happening in the hotel where the competitors stayed and Steve Fox is nowhere to be found after the incident. Tell me the truth or I swear I will blow your head off on this table!" Wulong threatened the criminal.
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you what I know okay, just don't shoot me alright?" The man pleaded for mercy. "We are involved in the boxing scandal alright and yes we are after Steve Fox because he owes us money and we only want it back."
"Whose behind all this?!" Wulong demanded.
"Look man, I don't really know who is behind all of this, but I know some guy that you've probably seen in the tournament is involved in this. He was also hired to take out Fox."
Wulong furrowed his brows and lifted the man's face from the table, forcing him to look at him.
"Who?" The guy stayed silence and didn't answer. He knows if he tells him about who the guy is, he'll be dead. "Who is it?!"
"T-that…cy-cyborg psychopath…" The man finally admitted the truth and Lei roughly let the man go, throwing him to the ground.
Bryan Fury. Wulong thought. "Where is he Steve Fox?"
"Somewhere…in America," the man smirked and continued saying, "By the time you get there, he'll be already dead. We know is every move. We are everywhe-" The man sentence was cut off with a right punch.
Wulong's partner suddenly barged into the interrogation room and saw the man laid out on the floor. "You use brutality huh?"
The super cop nodded. "I try not to but we need to go to America asap. I have a lead and who's part of this scandal."
"Right on detective. I'll have private jet for you and squad of officers right away."
Lei sighed and quietly said. "Fox, wherever you are, hang in there because help is on the way."
In a dark room, a cell phone started to a ring and a glove hand picked it up and read the display.
Det.Wulong
The man grinned evilly and laughed and then looked at his comrades surrounding the room. "It's time to let Steve know whose boss. Muhahahahaha!"
Yeah this story is starting to get interesting now huh? I could kept going on, but decided to leave the rest of the interesting parts next chapter. So Bryan is part of the scandal huh? But who's really behind all of this? Wait till next chapter.
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Ps: Still can't update at home yet, so I was updating this at school.