Conan

Conan

The first time I saw Demi fighting in an underground cage match, I was captivated by her strength and ability to kick the… assets of a competitor who was easily twice her size. I pursued her, hoping to make her mine, but despite the chemistry between us, she had a wall that was bigger than the wall of China. Still, I vowed I was going to break through to the heart of her and then, I was going to tie her to me in any way I could. Old lady, wife, mother of my children.

When it becomes known that she endured something no woman ever should, I practically move in with her despite her objections and promise that the club will eradicate those who hurt her so terribly. I’m the kind of man who honors any vow he makes, especially to Demi, even if she still doesn’t believe it.

Demi

Fun times with Conan after we met while I was still fighting are awesome, but I draw the line at being in a committed relationship. Nope, no way, no how. My life has been anything but sugar and spice with everything nice. Love is an illusion, it’s not real, just something the card companies promote to sell their wares. Even though my bestie is a romance author, I still have a difficult time believing it’s true that one person can trust another enough to give all of themselves to them. Not me, it’s never going to happen.

However, Conan has other ideas and he’s like a dog with a bone, he won’t leave it alone. He all but moves in with me when he finds out about my assault and slowly begins wearing me down.

I’m still a bit jaded, but Conan keeps every promise he makes to me, including getting rid of the four men I trusted because we’d worked together for years, who drugged me then violated me on a work trip. Not only did his club take care of them, but beforehand, he let Demoness out to play, which I’ve not been able to do for quite some time.