“That fucker just hung up on me. And he’s too far away for me to kick his ass.” I growled.
“Well, now that you mention it, he ruined the new top that I was so excited for by throwing all his red clothes into the washer.” She growled.
I snickered, “Give him hell, sweetheart.”
By the time I pulled into the lot in front ofBeast Mode, the gym I started, my phone had pinged with a text.
I pulled it out and read it, then I burst out laughing.
Clutch – Asshole.
Me – Hang up on me one more time. Dare you.
Clutch – *Middle finger emoji.*
I pocketed my phone and climbed out of my truck.
There was a young man sitting on the steps.
He lifted his head as I took him in.
“You know, only whores get paid to have people look at them. You payin’?”
I clenched my jaw. Now I get it.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
I didn’t say a word, just prowled past him and up the stairs.
The moment I had the door unlocked I tilted my head to look down at him, “Get your gear on and meet me in the ring in ten.”
He chuckled.
Oh, boy.
You shouldn’t have done that.
Ten minutes later, I was still in my jeans, boots, and tee as I stepped into the ring.
He was bouncing on his feet, his fists were taped, and he had on red gym shorts with a black stripe on the side.
He lifted a brow, half of his hair falling onto his forehead, “Really?” he asked as he gestured at my attire.
I held up one finger, “Your first mistake was thinking you’re the shit,” I told him.
I held up a second finger, “Your second mistake was degrading women.”
I held up a third finger, “And your third mistake was being a weak-ass little bitch.”
And with that said, I hammered one single punch into the side of his head.
His eyes rolled back.
He fell to the curtained floor of the ring.
I stepped closer to him, leaned down, and in a menacing tone, I said, “That’s the first and last time I ever hear you degrade a woman, you get me.”
He shook his head and tried to stand up, but fell back down, then he mumbled something.
