“Will one of you nut up and throw a damn punch? This is the most boring match I’ve ever seen!” Batta shouted.
I kept my eyes on Bronze and grinned around my mouth piece. He rolled his eyes giving me the perfect opportunity to strike. I landed a solid right hook to the side of his helmet. Initially, I was proud of myself but quickly realized my mistake when a pissed off Bronze came at me full force. I barely got any hits in because it was all I could do to deflect him.
A bell sounded and Batta shouted, “Time!”
I stepped back and fell against the ropes as I removed my helmet and gloves. Coal was suddenly in front of me squirting water into my mouth and over my head.
“Holy shit, Savior, where’d you learn to fight like that?” Batta asked.
“Like what?” I panted. “He was whooping my ass.”
“No, I wasn’t,” Bronze said, sounding far less winded than I was. “You weren’t landing any hits, but neither was I. You’re one hell of a defensive fighter. We just need to strengthen your offensive skills.” He chuckled and added, “And work on building up your stamina.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, too. “My stamina’s fine when I’m not up against a fucking freight train.”
“Let’s go again. I’ll ease up on you.”
Once I had my gear back in place, Batta rang the bell to start round two. We went a total of four rounds before we called it quits.
“We need to make this a regular thing. You’ve got some serious potential,” Bronze said as we walked to the downstairs locker room.
“I don’t know about all that, but it’s a great workout, so count me in.”
After I showered, I realized that my change of clothes was upstairs in the office. Shrugging, I quickly ran a towel over my hair and wrapped it around my waist. The door leading to the basement was just down the hall from the office, so I could get to it without running into anyone, or so I thought.
When I emerged from the stairs and turned to the office, my eyes landed on the one woman I never wanted to see again. The corners of her lips curved up into a sly smile when her eyes landed on my bare torso. “Kellan,” she purred and swung her hips out while she sashayed toward me.
“Stop right there, Kelly,” I barked. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
She froze and her mouth dropped open. Dramatically bringing a hand up to the cold heart residing behind her fake tits, she did a piss poor job of pretending to be surprised by my reaction. “Are you upset with me about something?”
I half-laughed/half-scoffed. “Are you serious right now?” When her only response was to blink her clumpy, black eyelashes at me, I threw my head back and laughed for about five seconds before I schooled my expression and glared at her. “Yes, cunt, I’m serious. I’m only going to tell you one time. Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. Here!”
She took a step back. “You’re scaring me.”
“The devil himself couldn’t scare you, bitch. Now, go!”
Bronze appeared in the hallway behind the she-bitch. “What’s going on?” He came to a stop between us and gave Kelly a once over. “Why are you yelling at this pretty little thing?”
Kelly beamed proudly while I scowled. “Because she’s been told many times before that I have no desire to breathe the same air as her soul-sucking ass. And yet, here she is again. I don’t know how you found out where I was—and I honestly don’t give a shit—but you will leave, and you will not come back. Are we clear?”
She arched an eyebrow while one side of her mouth tipped up in a devious grin. “Okay, Kellan, have it your way.”
Bronze’s posture changed at her words. “Who is she, brother?”
I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. “She’s the cunt that keeps on cunting.”
“Gonna need a little more than that, man.”
“She’s my ex-wife.”
21
Savior
Ipushed through the office door and grabbed my clean clothes from my duffle bag in the corner. I knew Bronze followed me, but I didn’t give the first fuck if he saw my bare ass.
“She’s your what?”
