Bain: An Undefeated Streak Novel

By A.L. Wood

Warning: This is intended for an audience over the age of 18. This story also ends on a cliff. You've been warned.  
 
Raised in an environment that exuded love, Bain couldn't understand why he felt so empty inside.  
 
He had it all- a financially stable, successful career and the overwhelming support of his loved ones. 
 
 
 
Rumer wasn't in need of saving. She didn't need his help.  
 
She had gotten this far on her own...why accept a strangers obvious charity? 
 
 
 
Bain wasn't trying to save her, nor was he donating his time freely.  
 
Has Bain finally found his match in the ring of life? 
 
 
 
Can Rumer crush his undefeated streak?

• Language: English
• Publisher: A.L. Wood
• Release date: Apr 7, 2015
• ISBN: 9781511546096

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AN UNDEFEATED STREAK NOVEL

BAIN

WRITTEN BY

@2015 A.L. Wood (Andrea Wood)

Published in 2015. All rights reserved. This book is copyright. Apart from the fair purpose of the study, research, or review as permitted by the Copyright Act, no part may be reproduced without written permission.

BAIN: AN UNDEFEATED STREAK NOVEL is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to the actual, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental, and not intended by the author.

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Photo Credit to Golden Czermak of Furious Fotog

Cover Design to Rachel Olsen of No Sweat Graphics

Editing credit to Casey Harvell

For the ones flying through the winds, as free as you dreamt.

How I  envy you.

Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Acknowledgements

About The Author

Prologue

An inkling, that’s how it always starts. Something that can’t be seen—only felt—hardens into knots in your gut. It catches you off-guard, unaware as to why you feel that way. You start to question everything around you. You wonder what’s going to go off like a bomb because this feeling always comes back to something bad. I couldn’t have predicted that the something bad was going to be horrific...no one could have known.

Yes, the possibilities are endless as to what could cause the feeling of my stomach sinking, the nausea that threatens to expel what I ate earlier for lunch. I don’t expect a phone call as I stand in line at airport security to change my life forever—to cause irreversible damage.

Lawson, what’s up?

You need to meet me at your place, immediately. I hear Lawson say over the line in a haunting tone.

You know I can’t, I’m headed to Vegas. Remember, the meeting you set up?

Bain, that can wait—this can’t. Please, I can’t explain over the phone.

Something about Lawson’s tone tells me I shouldn’t argue, that he needs me to just shut my mouth and do as he asks. He wouldn’t have called me without reason.

Even while running out of the airport and hailing a cab with my baggage in hand, I don’t recognize the sickening twist of my stomach to be a sign of what’s about to come.

Tossing money to the cab driver, I haul ass into Sara’s and my apartment. The door opens as I approach it and Lawson’s face greets me. His eyes are drawn downward, looking away from me.

It’s bad.

I know it is.

Tell me.

His eyes meet mine and he breaks. Fucking folds right in half like his weight is too much to hold up underneath the stress of whatever it is he has to tell me.

My gut. The feeling.

This is why. This moment right here—it’s going to define my life.

There’s been an accident...we need to get to hospital. I’m driving us.

Sara.

Samantha.

My world. My life. The reason I’m doing what I do with such devotion.

What? I pause and my thoughts leave me. I stumble back, falling on my ass on my front porch. I just...this can’t be real.

This isn’t real.

It’s just a horrible nightmare that I’m bound to wake up from at any minute.

No.

Bain, get in my truck. Now, Lawson says with renewed strength.

I stare at him, one million questions on the tip of my tongue.

I couldn’t tell you about the drive from the apartment to the hospital. My last memory was falling on my ass. My second is falling to my knees in the emergency room foyer.

No one has to tell me that someone has died.

I can read it on every single one of their faces.

Griffin, Jade, Mom, Dad. They all look to me with empathy—maybe even pity. They’re as lost as I am.

I haven’t shed a tear since I was twelve because men don’t cry. Okay, I shed a few when Samantha was born, but no one saw so it didn’t count.

Today, though, I shed more than just a tear. I drown in them. My breath is stolen, my throat constricts, and my heart shatters into fragments.

When I manage to find my voice, I ask the question I don’t want the answer to. I brace myself for the impact the loss is about to attack me with.

Who? I whisper into the air.

It’s Lawson who tells me.

The only one with enough strength to carry us both through this nightmare.

Sara.

I scream at the world.

I break at the suffering, sobbing.

I shake in pain.

This is too much for one person to handle.

Chapter One

Wiping the sweat off my forehead, I gaze behind me to see that the strange man is still following me. I’ve been running for at least an hour by now and he’s been keeping pace with me. Never running ahead, staying only a few feet behind me. Normally I would’ve jogged back home by now since my cardio workout is complete for the day.

This stranger has effectively fucked with my morning, though. I don’t carry my phone with me while I run for fear of losing it somehow so calling the police is out of the question. Even if I did, what would I say? Sorry, Officer, but I think this guy who’s jogging behind me might be following me. They’d probably laugh my concern off. I’ve attempted to lose him and failed. The only other possible solution would be to confront him.

Luckily, I know how to defend myself—although he is quite large in stature. I finish jogging to the end of the street that meets a main intersection so that the confrontation is public, just in case this crazy turns psycho. I come to a sudden halt when I reach the end the curb and turn around.

Only to discover said stalker has come to a sudden stop as well.

He holds his hand out, Lawson.

"Listen, stalker, I don’t care what your name is, but you need to stop following me. I can defend myself and I will hurt you. I’m not some weak female that you can take advantage of so move along," I say sternly.

He laughs, hysterically.

Like a clutching his stomach eyes watering laugh.

This aggravates me. You don’t seem to understand the seriousness of the situation. You’ve been following me for an hour at the very least, tailing right behind me. Clearly, he’s following me—stalking me and trailing behind. Either way it’s fucking creepy and I’m done with it. So please stop following me. I turn to the intersection to see that the walk sign is lit up for me to cross. I jog along the crosswalk and leave him to catch his breath.

Minutes later I hear a deep voice booming from behind me, Lady, stop. I wasn’t following you. Lady!

Fuck me! It’s him, again. You’re following me! Again! I pick up my pace in an effort to escape him once again.

"I am following you, but not for the