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Contents

SICK HEART

DESCRIPTION

DEDICATION

CHAPTER ONE - ANYA

CHAPTER TWO - CORT

CHAPTER THREE - ANYA

CHAPTER FOUR - CORT

CHAPTER FIVE - ANYA

CHAPTER SIX - CORT

CHAPTER SEVEN - ANYA

CHAPTER EIGHT - CORT

CHAPTER NINE - ANYA

CHAPTER TEN - CORT

CHAPTER ELEVEN - ANYA

CHAPTER TWELVE - CORT

CHAPTER THIRTEEN - ANYA

CHAPTER FOURTEEN - CORT

CHAPTER FIFTEEN - ANYA

CHAPTER SIXTEEN - CORT

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - ANYA

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - CORT

CHAPTER NINETEEN - ANYA

CHAPTER TWENTY - CORT

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE - ANYA

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO - CORT

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE - ANYA

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR - CORT

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE - ANYA

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX - CORT

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN - ANYA

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT - CORT

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE - ANYA

CHAPTER THIRTY - CORT

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE - ANYA

CHAPTER THIRTY - TWO - CORT

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE - ANYA

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR - CORT

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE - ANYA

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX - CORT

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN - ANYA

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT - CORT

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE - ANYA

EPILOGUE - CORT

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

SICK HEART

Edited by RJ Locksley

Cover Design by JA Huss

Cover Photo: Sara Eirew

Copyright © 2021 by JA Huss

All rights reserved.

ISBN-978-1-950232-62-8

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

 

DESCRIPTION

 

Cort van Breda has won 35 death matches as a fighter in an MMA circuit so deep underground there are no rules and only the winner gets out alive.

They call him the Sick Heart.

They say he’s a shameless monster.

They say he’s a ruthless killer.

They say he’s as twisted as the man who owns him.

They say a lot of things about Cort van Breda.

But in our world violence is money, and money is winning, and winning is life, and life is the only thing that matters.

Except… he wasn’t meant to win that last fight.

And I wasn’t meant to be his prize.

But he did.

And I am.

And now his sick heart owns me.

 

WARNING: This is a sweet love story adrift in an ocean of evil. It is about two survivors dealing with their darkest secrets while they fight to change their lives. It is for mature readers only and has descriptions of deeply disturbing situations. There will be pearl clutching.

 

DEDICATION

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This book is for us.

The survivors.

Never let them shame you into silence.

And never, ever, apologize for winning.

 

CHAPTER ONE - ANYA

 

 

Cort van Breda’s body conjures up images of sculpted marble, the pages of a master’s sketchbook, or the god Adonis come to life.

Eyes are drawn to him and once your gaze lands, it’s caught. Like a prisoner. He is a cage with steel bars and bulky locks with large keyholes.

His dark hair is cropped short, but he runs his hand over his skull like maybe just yesterday there was something there. Something to feel that has since been removed. He pauses for a moment, taking in the ship and the people around him. This gives the reporters an opportunity to swoop in, but one of his entourage pushes the people back with force. And even though I can’t hear what he’s saying, I read his lips.

“Get back! Get the fuck back!” He’s pushing them. Hard. Making a scene.

But it works, because Cort is ushered into a cleared area by some mercenary types and I get an even better look at him as he’s led down the stairs closest to me. No shirt, so I can see the dozens of tattoos on his upper body with perfect clarity as he walks towards the command center.

He looks over his shoulder, down the main deck of the ship. His father’s ship, so he’s probably been here many times. His expression is flat and unreadable and if I were pressed to pin an emotion on him, I would call him indifferent. Maybe even apathetic.

I’m six stories up in the reception room above the command center. Which is not that close, so maybe I’m wrong.

But I doubt it.

I’m very skilled at reading men.

I’ve read up on Cort van Breda. He’s the reigning superstar of the underground fighting ring my father and his ilk are obsessed with. Cort was on the cover of Ring of Fire three months ago when this match was announced, and after my father was done with the magazine, and I was sure he wouldn’t notice that it went missing, I took it and read every word about the man they call Sick Heart.

He’s ruthless, they say. Undefeated for the past twenty-two years, which is almost unheard of in this world we live in. He has won every fight they’ve put him in since he was placed in his first fight-to-the-death match at age five.

There are no real records of those fights. No vids or even an article. Five-year-old fighters aren’t newsworthy. They almost never turn into a Sick Heart. But I wish there were. I would like to see those fights. My mind begins to picture this man as a boy, all those years ago, and all the things he’s had to do to stay alive since then.

I quickly rein those thoughts in. There is no point.

He is six foot two, a hundred and seventy-five pounds, and covered in tattoos. The Ring of Fire article was obsessed with his body art and so am I.

Skulls. He is partial to skulls. And each one—if the rumors are true—represents someone he’s killed. He didn’t admit that in the article, of course, so it’s just a rumor. But there are rumors and then there are reputations. Cort van Breda, the Sick Heart, is more of a reputation guy at this point in time, so even if you’ve never seen him fight it’s not hard to imagine that the rumor might be true.

His eyes in the photographs I studied were a deep, soulful, silver-gray and when his gaze wanders up the side of the command center it feels like they land right on me.

I take a quick step back from the window. I don’t want his attention. No one in their right mind wants his attention. Men like him—men who fight in these fights—they don’t make it to twenty-seven years old still psychologically

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