The Fighter and the Fallen Woman (21 page)

Sebastian chuckled, low and deep. Oh, she was a prize all right. And he was going to win her.

* * *

Lady occupied her usual perch at Mr. Adams’s side with his arm around her waist. She was looking over the crowd and the fighters with a haughty and disdainful air, achieved by years of practice. It covered up the bout taking place within her, that of her head versus her heart.

“He certainly seemed impertinent, didn’t he?” Perhaps by getting Mr. Adams wound up about Mr. Collins, she could get those two dogs fighting enough that they would leave her alone.

“Hmm, who’s that?”

“Mr. Collins, that’s who.”

“I can cut the poor bugger some slack, gout or not. Do you think this boy is going to make it to the next round?”

Lady looked at the two men fighting in the ring. “No, he’s favoring his right side.”

“I’ll be damned,” he said after several seconds of watching the bout. They watched the fight for another few blows before Lady asked, “Why does he deserve any slack? He practically pinched your cheek and told you to go play with the other children.”

Mr. Adams laughed, a lewd mockery of a chuckle. “I’d better warn him not to cross my Lady or he’ll end up with the broken end of the bottle against his neck.”

“It was disrespectful, Mr. Adams.”

“Let him be, pet. Not only because he’s an American and a little rougher ’round the edges, but because we struck a deal today, him and I. He’s probably just feeling his juices flow.”

“Oh, a deal. How delicious,” Lady whispered in his ear. “What did you deal for, Mr. Adams? Property? Gold? Jewels?”

“Nothing that exciting. I’m going to ship my Chinese vases with him and he’s going to help me set up a market in the Americas. That and help King get set up.”

“King?” The news wasn’t a surprise, but hearing Mr. Adams talk about it was. He never spoke business to Lady.

“He’s going to New York to help protect my business there. The boy’s shown loyalty to me, and with that little diversion he pulled at the last fight, showed he has the brains to help run something like this. And I think it’s best if he’s away from here and you. Lord knows, you could tempt a saint, and I’d hate to lose him or you over something so trifling. Once the tournament is over and he doesn’t need the extra nursing he’s headed to the colonies.” Mr. Adams turned back to the fight.

The end of the tournament was a few days away, so time was getting short. King hadn’t mentioned anything about how quickly he was expected in New York. He might not know. Lady needed to gamble. She decided to start chatting and see how Mr. Adams reacted.

“I certainly hope he and Jonathan can get along over there, especially if they end up fighting each other for the championship.”

Mr. Adams laughed and raised his eyebrows. Lady lowered her voice and spoke in a cajoling manner. “What do you know that I don’t, Mr. Adams? Won’t King and Jonathan be working together in New York? Hmm?”

Mr. Adams looked to see who was around them and leaned in closer to Lady. “Not if Jonathan’s working for me.”

She didn’t have to feign surprise this time. “What do you mean?”

“Part of the deal Collins struck was that I got Jonathan. Between him and Shade, I’ll win every fight in London.” He laughed while trying to keep quiet. “I’ll be rich. And you, my pet, you’ll want for nothing.” He swept her into a quick waltz where they were standing and Lady’s world was swirling, her feet as unsteady as the rest of her. “I may even have to assign Jonathan to you as your personal guard, you’ll be wearing so many jewels.”

He swung them to a stop, ignoring the amazed looks from almost every person in the room. Even in the din of the crowd, his chuckles could be heard. Lady straightened on his arm and let her face settle back into its mask while inside she could feel Jonathan’s touch as he untied her bow. Suddenly there was so much more at stake. Mr. Adams’s web was getting bigger and scarier, with bigger and scarier monsters on guard, and Lady began to fear she could never escape. Even with King on her side, how could the two of them, or the three of them if she could convince Nessie to come, make it safely away from this nightmare? Regardless of the future, she needed to divert Mr. Adams now before he detected her unease.

“Mr. Adams, shouldn’t Shade start getting ready for his fight?”

“You forget, Lady, this is a street fight, not Gentleman Jim’s Boxing Academy. If Shade wants to fight in his street togs, that’s what he’ll do.”

Lady nodded, even though Mr. Adams was looking at the fight. “I suppose it’ll be both better for you and worse for you if both Shade and King make it to the final.”

“How’s that, pet?”

Lady glanced at him and saw he was studying her. She certainly had his attention now. “Well, if both make it, you are the absolute winner of this tournament. You’re not only the owner of the most feared fighter in London, you own the top two. The power you wield will double with your men. However, with both men in the title match, wagers will go down because men will figure both Shade and King are evenly matched, as you only own the best. Without Jonathan, an unknown, there’s no chance for a big win or a big payoff, so they won’t make the big bets. It’s almost a letdown after such an exciting tournament.”

“Lady, Lady, Lady. What am I going to do with you?”

Lady’s stomach clenched at Mr. Adams’s tone. She’d heard it before, the night of the party. Right before he’d taught her a lesson, he asked her that question, though he answered it himself. She forced herself to keep a moderate smile in place, even though she was clenching her teeth so hard it gave her a headache. His impromptu dance had loosened her up more than usual, but she forgot the unpredictability that let Mr. Adams dance also let him rage. She wouldn’t let him hurt her like that again, but sometimes one blow was all it took.

“Keep me, I guess?” She laughed as carefree as she was able, hoping he didn’t pick up on the fear.

“Keep you?” he shouted and started to throw his free arm at her. Lady cringed, but instead of the blow falling, his arm wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her against him, his lips biting at her neck. Either he didn’t notice her reaction or counted it as excitement, because he acted as though he’d just discovered gold. He released her as suddenly, holding her upper arms and looking at her with an enormous grin on his face. “Of course I’m going to keep you. And after such crafty thoughts on the fight, I’m going to reward you too. And you deserve it. I know Shade upset you last night,” he said, his manner suddenly serious. “I’m sorry for that, I am. I got all worked up and somebody put a nasty whisper in my head about you and King, but I know now that’s false. You were doing what I asked you to, and no more. You don’t want to get closer to that sweaty, dull fighter any more than you have to, but you do it for me.” He pulled her forward for a loud smack on the cheek. Fear and hysteria matched equally to form shock, so Lady couldn’t move. Mr. Adams laughed and released her, shaking one finger at her in a playful scold. “How can you think I’ll ever let you go? You’ll need your own guard for the jewels you’ll have, I said. Now stay here, pet. I need to pull Shade from the tournament.”

Lady forced a laugh with him, kept laughing even after he was out of sight. She wondered if this was like the madness King George had felt, and started laughing even harder. A tap on her shoulder caused it instantly to stop.

“I thought he’d never leave you alone.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Lady whirled around, coming face-to-face with Mr. Collins. She looked him up and down, then let a small smile play over her face. It was a trick she’d learned from Nessie on how to keep men off guard, or to get them off guard when they’d surprised you, and she needed the few extra seconds to gather her thoughts.

“Why, Mr. Collins, I cannot understand what you mean. Given our relationship, why would you expect Mr. Adams to leave me alone?”

“Because you’re not the most important thing in his life.”

Lady laughed, true laughter, not a sound to simply be polite. Her eyes happened to fall on King when she asked, “And given my profession, do you honestly think any man would list me as the most important thing in his life?”

“You would be in mine.” His look was one of smoldering promise. Lady had seen it before and knew the flame was mostly smoke.

“Come now, Mr. Collins. I thought we were friends, and friends don’t lie to each other.” The smoldering look lasted for another second, then he laughed with the joy of a child.

“You see, Lady? This is why I want you so badly. You’re smart and you make me laugh. Is that such a bad thing to begin a relationship on?”

“Besides the fact you’d be paying me, and paying me quite handsomely, for just sex?”

“Damnation, Lady. I’ll give you a house, in your name and your name only. The money is details, simple logistics, you know this. You’re of the caliber that you can choose who you want to be with because it will make you happy, not because of money.” Mr. Collins waved his hand in the air as though brushing away an annoying fly.

“Exactly, and I choose to be with Mr. Adams.”

“I wonder, though, if you truly still choose to be with him.” Mr. Collins was suddenly serious. The direction of his thinking was unexpected and, because it was, it worried her. She turned so she was shoulder-to-shoulder with Mr. Collins, lifted her head and looked away as he continued, “Because I don’t think a man who hurts you, either mentally or physically, is going to be a man you choose to be with.”

“Where do you get such ideas, Mr. Collins?” Lady laughed like she’d heard a wondrous story, but kept her head turned away so he couldn’t see any hint of truth in her expression.

“From your own, beautiful, angelic face.”

Her laughter died but she managed to keep a ghost of a smile. She looked out over the crowd, careful not to look at King this time, and stayed silent.

“And don’t think your fighter is going to make you happy. It may be nice to bed someone who doesn’t come up to your chin or need to shave his back, but he can have his choice of women who care about being with him and not have it be a death sentence.” He took one step behind her and one step closer, so his head was almost over her shoulder. “See his choice now.”

Because she couldn’t slap Collins and shut him up, Lady looked over at King with no mincing. She didn’t know what kind of game Mr. Collins was playing—

King was standing beside Jenny. They were laughing. Well, she was laughing and he was smiling, but still...

She jerked her head to the side, her eyes falling on the other edge of the crowd. She was staring into a field of black wool and gray pinstripe when a lighter blur forced her to focus. It was Jonathan, his naked torso the pale shape that had caught her eye. He was waving at her, a huge smile on his face. When she realized what was happening, she waved back with a small, practiced smile of her own. He posed like a strongman from the circus with his face in a comical expression of concentration, arms flexed to show off his muscles. Her emotions were in such a turmoil that Lady had to either laugh or cry, so watching Jonathan’s antics, she laughed and the release helped clear her head. She waved a betting man over and looked back at Jonathan to make sure he was still watching. Certain he was, she pulled a pound from her upthrust cleavage, kissed it and gave it to the betting man, then pointed at Jonathan. The man walked off and Jonathan bowed elegantly, one foot pointed out and one arm sweeping an imaginary plumed hat in front of him.

“You’ve charmed him,” Mr. Collins said in a low voice. “Some who knew him before may even say you tamed him.”

“Nonsense, Mr. Collins.” Lady turned back to the middle of the crowd where there were no knowing eyes. “When he’s not being dangerous, he’s merely a flirt.”

“I hate to be contradictory, Lady, but I must. You see, I know what it looks like because you’ve charmed me.” He was now standing at her side again, both of them looking out into the sea of people.

“But not tamed?” Lady glanced at him and raised her eyebrow.

“Not yet, but I daresay the time will come all too soon.” He lifted her hand and kissed it in a very proper way. Releasing it, he straightened and started to back away from her. “I wonder, though, how it would feel for you having somebody at your mercy for once, instead of the other way around.” After a considering look, he turned and made his way toward Jonathan.

Lady let her shoulders droop a little. Perhaps now she could get the moment of peace she desperately needed before Mr. Adams returned.

“What the hell was that all about?” King asked from behind her.

Lady closed her eyes, the voice that had whispered such beautiful words to her last night now tight and harsh. She opened her eyes and faced King.
Please.
Give me something to hold on to tonight
,
something to believe in.

“You’ll have to be much more specific, I’m afraid.” She tried to look and sound as even as possible. No emotions, nothing to hide.

“That little exchange with Jonathan? Are you trying to encourage him?” After a second, his look of anger turned to one of shock, then Lady watched his face tighten as she could see his thoughts turn from disbelief to accusation. “
Are
you trying to encourage him?”

“Is that what you think?” All pretense of being emotionless was gone. Now she was simply sad. She didn’t even have the heart to ask about Jenny. One of them had to believe in the other or they were nothing.

“I don’t know.” He scrubbed his face with one hand. “All I know is you waved at him, then while he showed off for you, you made a bet on him.”
Like you did on me
sliced between them like a fresh cut.

“You know that’s what I have to do.”

“No, that’s what you have to do with Mr. Adams. I may not like it, but I understand it. Why you’re talking with Mr. Collins, flirting with Jonathan, that’s what I don’t know.”

“I am doing it because I have to.” Her jaw clenched and her hands fisted. When she realized the picture she must represent, she smoothed her hair and brushed at her dress, the actions soothing her by their familiar banality and giving her a few seconds to comport herself.

“Have you ever thought of what could happen in the next three days?” she asked. “Mr. Adams could give another party, he could sell me to Mr. Collins, Jonathan could tell somebody else where he found me last night—oh, yes, it was Jonathan outside your door last night who got me home before you and Shade showed up—and those are just the few things I can think of immediately. I have to watch all sides, be prepared for anything, and that means keeping everybody close and making them think they’re special.”

She finished speaking the words even as her head was shouting a warning. She hoped he knew she wasn’t talking about him, that he understood, but the flatness of his face told her everything. She felt like somebody had kicked her in the stomach, and she wondered if there was even a way out of this right now.

“King, you know I don’t mean you. You are special—”

“You said Jonathan could tell somebody else.” He took one step backward, letting his eyes roam over the crowd. “I’m guessing that means he already told somebody.”

“Mr. Collins. He made some hints earlier.” Lady let her face, her tone, go as flat as King’s and she took a step backward too.

“We can cover that if we need to.”

“Yes, though I’d prefer not to if a little flirting with Jonathan will hold that at bay.”

King only nodded tersely in response and suddenly she wanted to scream. She was tired of being frightened by Mr. Adams’s mood swings, she was tired of Mr. Collins’s relentless overtures and she was tired of King’s refusal to understand her situation and how damn precarious it was. She took a hard step toward him and finally got a response. Without moving any other part of his body, he swung his head toward her, a look of disbelief on his face. “Step back. Mr. Adams is heading this way,” he whispered harshly.

Lady tilted her head slightly to one side and studied King through the murk of confusion and anger in her head. Suddenly her confusion, King’s reactions, this whole situation made her want to laugh. There was a healthy dose of hysteria behind it, but it caused her some ease to know she could go through this with humor instead of pain. It made for a nice change of pace, she thought with a giggle she held inside. She took another step toward King, this time slow and with a bit of a sway, and delighted in the shock he was trying hard not to show.

“Now, my dear man,” she said quietly, “I can’t stop you from thinking these completely wrong thoughts about Mr. Collins and Jonathan, but I can tell you without measure, may God curse me to a life of a thousand Mr. Adamses, that you are not like them and I do not treat you as such. Am I clear?”

Just then, Mr. Adams stepped beside Lady and put his arm around her waist. From the corner of her eye, she could see him looking back and forth at her and King as if watching a tennis match. King looked like he was choking on the ball.

“Am I clear?” she repeated distinctly, sliding her arm around Mr. Adams’s shoulders as she spoke.

King allowed the smallest corner of a smile out and Lady beamed in return.

“I’m guessing that means yes, but I’ll be buggered if I have any idea what he’s agreed to.” Mr. Adams’s manner and words were jocular but his tone a little disgruntled.

Lady pressed her curves against Mr. Adams. She turned her head toward him but kept her eyes on King. “Somebody, and since I am a lady, I won’t mention any names, but
somebody
was hinting that they could have won their last match without the divine assistance of some magnificent creature in the crowd. It appeared to fall upon my humble shoulders to clear up that error and let that person know how completely and utterly wrong they were. In
all
things.”

Mr. Adams started to chuckle, the sound interspersed with taunts of “Oh-ho-ho,” and a scolding finger shook at King. “And you admit that you were wrong?”

“Mr. Adams, I have learned to never disagree with Lady when she is right.” King bowed at the waist and Lady had the urge to swat him on the head, just to be sure the lesson sank in. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get ready for my fight.”

“Oh, no,” Mr. Adams cried out. “We missed it last time, but we can’t risk it again. Lady, give him a little kiss for luck, then we’ll find the betting man and you can make a wager on him.”

Lady looked at King and she was willing to lay another wager that her face had the same stunned look his did. Where the hesitation on King’s face might be easily explained, hers would not and she glanced at Mr. Adams to see if he noticed. Thankfully, he was looking into the crowd for the man who took the bets and missed her instant of panic. Praying she could take advantage of his inattention, Lady stepped forward and briefly kissed King on the cheek, so quickly done she had already stepped back to Mr. Adams’s side before he even registered the buss. She forced a gay laugh and it brought Mr. Adams’s attention back to her.

“Well, I’ve fulfilled my part of the bargain. Now I need to put my bet down and we’ll have traveled the same road, which means King is a sure win.” She pulled a five-pound note out of her neckline, her eyes locked on King’s.

“Well, you might call that a good-luck kiss, but I sure don’t,” King said and stepped forward. He grabbed Lady’s face in his hands and kissed her deeply for the space of two or three years. She felt herself falling into him and the warmth of his kiss, but was tethered to reality by the stubby, sweaty arm grasping her firmly by the waist. To save them from the growing suspicion of the man who owned them both, she set her hands on his chest and pushed him away.

“I hope your luck in the fight is better than your luck with the ladies,” she said archly and wiped a finger beneath her lip as though flicking something nasty off.

“I hope so too.” He walked off, his whistling cutting through Mr. Adams’s laughter.

* * *

After the fights ended, Mr. Adams returned Lady home, then went off to celebrate King’s victory and title match against Jonathan. Even though he claimed to be equally burdened by their celibacy, Lady knew he was no more chaste than she. She’d bet her pretty new earrings that he would probably finish the evening at the Red Door, and the price of being left alone tonight was worth the price of the jewels.

Lady enjoyed a leisurely toilette of changing into her nightgown and wrapper and brushing out her hair, then joining Nessie for their customary cup of tea. By ignoring their fight and focusing on their friendship, she was able to tell Nessie about the evening—who was there, who won the fights, the bets Lady made and won—everything but the conversations she had with Mr. Adams, Mr. Collins and King. If it was a matter of which man to pick for the best arrangement, she would have no problem relating the conversations and asking Nessie’s opinion, but it wasn’t. It was more than Lady’s pocketbook and body involved. This time it was her heart.

So after Nessie went up to bed, fueled by the nip of brandy in the Earl Grey, Lady pulled a chair up to the balcony in the front bedroom and watched the city sleep and wake up again, all while idly twirling the sapphire-and-diamond bracelet she wore tonight. She thought about her future, her life and what would be worth risking it all for. She used to think she didn’t want what she couldn’t have, but she was beginning to believe that she could have what she wanted, and no price was too steep for that reward.

One minute after the sun struck the steeple of the small church in the distant graveyard she figured it out, and she felt as bright and new as the morning light flooding the city. Satisfied she’d made the right decision, she returned to her bedroom, uncovered the little bird’s cage and slept deeply and dreamlessly for seven hours.