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  Sons of Justice 9: Fighting Chance

  Merica isn’t exactly looking for true love, but she finds it in five of the most intimidating, charismatic soldiers in the town of Repose. She tries to resist the attraction but it’s too hard, and as the relationship develops so do her problems, and fears of danger, as well as their protectiveness and need to claim guardianship of her. She doesn’t want them to out of obligation but out of desire to be her men forever.

  Because of her fears, Merica holds back information that nearly gets her killed. She becomes the center of a dangerous under ground fighting match that puts her life at risk as well as her lovers.

  All they can hope for is a fighting chance to survive and to be together once again.

  Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Romantic Suspense

  Length: 58,647 words

  SONS OF JUSTICE 9: FIGHTING

  CHANCE

  Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

  A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK

  SONS OF JUSTICE 9: FIGHTING CHANCE

  Copyright © 2017 by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  ISBN: 978-1-64010-734-2

  First Publication: October 2017

  Cover design by Les Byerley

  All art and logo copyright © 2017 by Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

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  DEDICATION

  Dear readers,

  Thank you for purchasing this legal copy of Fighting Chance.

  Merica is very strong, and has had to fight for everything she has. The last thing she expects to happen as she works so many hours maintaining her success and avoiding any relationships with men, is to find herself attracted to one psycho, crazy-looking MMA fighter, never mind his brother and his team of men.

  She’s side-swiped out of nowhere, shocked at the instant, deep attraction she feels, but conflicted by so many things, they cause her to resist.

  She must learn that not every man is a danger, a batterer, or someone that wants to take a woman down and control her. She isn’t her mom, and the promise she made to her father about watching out for her mom is a danger she doesn’t deserve.

  She isn’t the only one taking a chance, and as she learns more about who her men are, and what they’ve gone through, she realizes they have more in common after all, and this love, this connection they share, cannot be ignored or taken away.

  May you enjoy Merica’s journey to freedom, as what began as a chance, a risk, an uncertainty that love was real, turns into a woman ready to fight to the death to get back to the men she loves with an empowerment they help to build inside of her.

  Happy reading,

  Hugs!

  Dixie

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.

  My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused.

  Being that my momma’s families were descendants of the original English speaking Southerners, they wanted the family blood line to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.

  Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.

  I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.

  Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.

  Enjoy Fighting Chance and allow your imagination to soar freely.

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  About the Author

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Landmarks

  Cover

  SONS OF JUSTICE 9:

  FIGHTING CHANCE

  DIXIE LYNN DWYER

  Copyright © 2017

  Prologue

  “You know you like that.”

  “Cut it out. Merica’s here. She doesn’t want to see this,” Merica’s mother said to her boyfriend, Rodge, the creep.

  He currently had his hand over her mom’s ass as her mom washed some dishes in the sink. He was practically humping her but looking at Merica, licking his lips, and eying her body over. The man made her skin crawl. He played her mom like a pro, and her mom didn’t see anything wrong with him. She was desperate for attention, alone for three years after Dad died while serving in the Marines and being stationed in Guam, where he had a heart attack.

  The man, despite having a wife that was unfaithful, had taken out an insurance policy, leaving her mom and Merica a nice sum of money. Mom had nearly spent it all already instead of using it to help her live a decent life and not have any bills or anything. Rodge, the dick loser, helped her spend that insurance money. He didn’t seem like he was on the up and up. Merica didn’t trust him at all.

  Merica invested her money from the insurance payoff and placed some into the savings account she had and was building up as she made money by working hard. Something her mom knew very little about. It seemed to Merica that her mom had lost any self-respect she had for herself and had decided that looking thin, acting sexy, spreading her legs, and trying to keep up with women closer to her daughter’s age was her focus in life. She wore clothes made for slutty twenty-year-olds, not classy women in their twenties like Merica. Why Merica even bothered coming here she didn’t know. It was getting time to cut the ties completely. Maybe put more distance between the visits and eventually not show up at all.

  “Merica don’t mind. She’s a grown woman, knows that when a man loves a woman he touches her all the time and shows his desire to fuck,” he said, still eyeing over Merica as he cupped her mom’s breast and rocked his hips against her ass. Completely inappropriate and sick.


  “Rodge.” Her mom gasped and gave him a smack on his arm, but she was smirking. Her mom bent forward in her baby blue short skirt, her belly skin showing, as well as the top string to her red thong panties. Totally a slutty look. Merica was quite uncomfortable and realized that it was time to go. When she visited here, it was never for longer than a half-hour, even when Rodge wasn’t around. Which was hardly ever. The man had practically been up her mom’s ass from day one. Her mom wanted to go to some bar or club, and that wasn’t going to happen.

  Her mom had gone through a stint of men and cases of hard liquor after Dad died. Merica believed her mom had regrets and had realized that she wasn’t a good mother or a good wife. Merica basically had been fending for herself at twelve, worked odd jobs, and saved money to go to college. She got great grades in school, which earned her a scholarship. She really wanted to do what other girls were doing and playing sports like softball, volleyball, and tennis, but she’d needed to work. She didn’t even have time to date, and seeing her mom in action cheating on her father made Merica think that relationships of any kind were not based on trust or even real. That they all failed and people never gave equally. A boyfriend wanted sex. A husband wanted a slave. Of course her thoughts on that subject had changed more recently having made friends and established her own private life outside of Ausberry in a town called Repose. Her friends were involved in ménage relationships, and she, of course, felt sick and panicked just thinking about that kind of relationship. One man could bring a woman enough trouble, heartache, and pain. Multiple men could send a woman to her grave.

  “Rodge!” her mom scolded as Rodge slid his hand under her mother’s skirt, pushed it to her waist, and started sliding fingers to her front. Her mom was half reprimanding and half-in-the-bag drunk.

  Merica stood up.

  “I need to get going. I have to stop by Kerry’s on the way out of town.”

  “Kerry’s? She still fucking those two guys from Ausberry?” Rodge asked, releasing her mom and now leaning against the counter staring at Merica, looking over her body, and flexing what he thought were muscles.

  Her mom fixed her skirt and adjusted her breasts in her top. She did have a good body despite all the damage she’d done to it and the lack of respect she had for herself. There had been a time her mom looked like the most beautiful woman in the world. Not anymore. Merica wondered why she even came by here anymore. She was twenty-five, self-sufficient, and had been since twelve.

  She gave Rodge an annoyed look as he tried talking to her like he knew her friends or cared. It was her mom’s big mouth, and more than likely, Rodge had checked her friends out in hopes of hitting on them, too. The sick asshole. He stood there thinking he looked good. He didn’t know what good-looking, muscular, capable men looked like. He’d run with his tail between his legs if he ever stepped foot in Repose. They’d eat him up alive. See him for the loser he was instantly.

  The man didn’t have anything on any soldiers or male residents of Repose. He did know martial arts though, and he knew how to use a gun, had a license to carry, and he seemed like the type of man that would have a criminal record. She’d asked her mom one time and got an earful of reprimand from her. Merica realized six months into her mom’s relationship with Rodge that he was sticking around for a while, even if it was until the money ran out.

  “They’re dating and have been together for a year.” She stepped closer to her mom and gave her a kiss good-bye. Her mom hugged her.

  “Call me and maybe we can get together for lunch or drinks or something,” her mom said.

  Drinks? That annoyed her. She was not hanging out with her mom at a bar drinking. She’d met her one time, and her mom had tried to hook Merica up with weird guys, and when she finally got the hint that Merica wasn’t interested, her mom hit on those guys for herself. Rodge eased his way close, placed an arm around Merica’s waist, and drew her in for a hug. She didn’t hug him back. In fact, she waited for the creep to attempt to feel her up, and when his hand began to slide lower to her ass, she pushed away from him and turned.

  “So take care and see you soon.”

  She got the hell out of there, sighing in relief as she exited the house.

  It was warm out as she walked down the driveway in the small, quaint neighborhood and got into her black Charger. She wouldn’t come around here for quite some time. Rodge was annoying and her mom so far gone over the guy that she obviously couldn’t see how Rodge checked Merica out, made attempts at touching her, and constantly referred to sex or sexual acts. Did the man think that Merica would be interested in him? It was sick and made her gut clench and bothered her, a lot.

  She headed down the road and toward Kerry’s townhouse, where she lived with Brick and Burrow, two decent guys who trained at an MMA fighting gym and competed across the country. Their good friend, Flick, owned the place. Flick’s father, Captain, owned a bar called The Ring, and it was a few blocks from the MMA fighting gym. That was where Merica worked part-time doing the bookkeeping. Her other job was in an office where she worked as a coordinator for product reviews. She would organize people to come in and try out products, give their opinions, and get paid for their time. She got paid, too, very well, because her company had clients with a lot of top name-brand products.

  Fifteen minutes later she arrived at her friend’s townhouse, grateful to be away from her mom and Rodge. When she got to the front door, Kerry was there with her pocketbook.

  “Hi.” She hugged her and then Kerry gave her a concerned expression.

  “How did it go at your mom’s?” she asked.

  She rolled her eyes. “How do you think it went?”

  “Did he grab your ass or your breast this time?” Kerry asked.

  “Almost my ass. The guy is such a jerk. I swear I can’t stand going there. He had his hand up my mom’s skirt in front of me.”

  “Eww,” Kerry replied.

  “I know. It gets worse and worse every time, and my mom is so drunk and under his control that she doesn’t even realize how slutty and despicable she is. He undresses me with his eyes, and I keep thinking that he’s going to slip me a note one day asking to meet him at a motel. It’s annoying.”

  “That is so sick. I don’t know why you bother. Your mom wasn’t even a good mom, and you have nothing in common with her. She’s a loser.”

  “I know, but my dad always said to be sure to keep a watch over Mom when he wasn’t around because she tended to find trouble.”

  “Yeah, well, was that before or after her affairs?” Kerry asked.

  “I know. I know. So why do you look like you’re ready to go out on a date?” Merica asked.

  She grabbed Merica’s arm and hugged it tight.

  “We are going to the MMA club.”

  “Come on, you know how I feel about cage fighting and all that stuff.”

  “You’re fine, and it’s at Flick’s place. Plus, I need to see my men. Brick is sparring with a new guy and also Flick asked if you were going to be around.”

  “Flick? Why?” she asked.

  “Something about a problem in the office and needing your advice. I don’t know. I’m sure it has something to do with your bookkeeping skills, or it could be something else.” She winked at Merica.

  “Like what?”

  “Oh, I don’t know, your sexy body and gorgeous green eyes. Or perhaps how you fill out a pair of short shorts and blue jeans, or maybe the way you fill out the uniform shirt at The Ring.”

  “What? Jeesh, one time I had to wear that top and help out bartending and no one can let it alone.”

  “Mercia, I’m your friend. I like men, obviously, but, woman, you looked hot. You’re beautiful, sweet, shy, yet confident when you need to be, and, well, men are drawn to you. I mean come on. How many of Brick and Burrow’s friends have hit on you or asked you out?”

  “Whatever. I’m not going to stay long, and if that cage fighting gets too crazy, I’m leaving immediately.”

  Kerry chuckled.


  “You are so full of crap. You love watching it. You just don’t like to see the damage afterward.”

  “Yeah, well, bruises, cut-up skin, head injuries are not my idea of macho.”

  “Hate to say that it turns me on, but it does. When Brick and Burrow show up at home after they’ve been in a match, my God, the sight of their muscles and bruises arouses me. There are no wimps in cage fighting.”

  “True. But I don’t like seeing anyone battered and bruised. You know how things were for my aunt when she was involved with a fighter. Can’t tell you how many times Aunt May wound up in the hospital.”

  “Not every fighter is a batterer you know,” Kerry said with an attitude as if offended.

  Merica exhaled. “Hey, I’m not saying that Brick and Burrow are. They love you. I can see that. It’s just something I associate fighting with okay. So if we are going there, then let’s head out now.”

  They got into her Charger, and Merica checked her hair and lipstick and headed down the road. She was dressed nicely with a pair of hip-hugger blue jeans, ankle boots, and a waist-length green long-sleeve top that accentuated her breasts. Kerry wore a skirt, heeled boots, and a waist-length sweater in blue that almost matched her eyes exactly. Her men were always running their hands along Kerry’s ass possessively, and Merica couldn’t help but smile. She was a bit envious of the love a lot of her friends had landed in ménage relationships. Merica didn’t think she would ever meet a man she would fall in love with. Maybe there would always be that fear that a man could break her heart, use her, cheat on her, or, worse, abuse her. She didn’t date much at all, but she flirted, maybe even when it wasn’t a good idea.