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begged her without words to go
with her, she knew she couldn’t say no. Mary hadn’t had anyone to talk to or
help her forget about what Lance did all those years ago. If she could help
Darcy forget about what an asshole Dane was, then she was all for it. “Okay.”
Darcy’s whole demeanor changed. She clapped her
hands together and stood. “I’m excited now. Fuck that asshole, and fuck the guy
who broke your heart.” Darcy couldn’t have said it any better.
Chapter
Six
Alex slammed his fist into the red, scarred punching
bag. His knuckles were sore from hitting the damn thing over and over again,
but he welcomed the pain. Sweat had made his short hair drenched, and beads
slid down his bare chest. He swung out with his right fist, and then did the
same with his left. He felt the tightening of his muscles as he tensed and put
all his power right into the bag. Keeping on the balls of his feet, he did a
few moves, making sure his body stayed warmed up. The sounds of guys fighting
surrounded him, and the smell of sweat and testosterone filled his nose. This
was why Alex came to this hole-in-the-way gym, where the roughest of the rough
trained, and where he could let out all of his aggression. The gyms around
campus were usually filled with the same ‘ roided -out
jocks who had big heads and small dicks. How many fights had he gotten into
with one of those pricks because they had started shit with him for not wiping
down the machine fast enough?
Frost was owned by Dylan Frost, a former UFC
champion who had since retired at the age of thirty-five due to a leg injury.
He had opened this gym to help other guys that had been like him and just
needed a place to let off steam without the regulations and rules of the gyms
around OSU. It was almost an underground kind of place, where a lot of big
names came by when they didn’t want the pressure of a chain gym.
“Sheppard?”
Alex stopped hitting the bag and turned to see
Vincent, one of the fighters training for an upcoming Columbus MMA tournament walk
up to him. His knuckles were already taped up, and a grin was in place.
“Hell, no, dude.” Alex fully faced Vince and shook
his head. He knew that look, and there was no fucking way he was going to get
in the ring and spar with him.
“What?” Vince’s lip and eyebrow ring glinted under
the florescent lights.
“Don’t act fucking cute. You know damn well why you
came over here.”
“All right, well quit being a pussy and fight with
me.” Vince was already moving toward the ring. Alex gritted his teeth. He was
warmed up, but Vince was a machine, and knew a hell of a lot more moves than
Alex did. The last time they fought Alex sported a nasty fucking black-eye and
limped for a week No way in hell Alex was a pussy, and could easily handle his
own, but shit, Vince was a beast in the cage, was training to be in the UFC,
and could kill a man with a few strategically placed moves. “I swear, no kidney
shots, and I’ll stay away from your face, pretty boy. I wouldn’t want you
trying to hook up with some chick looking like the shit got beat out of you.”
Vince was a cocky asshole, and rightly so since he
was the King of the cage, but if he wanted to fight, then so fucking be it.
Alex had enough adrenalin pumping through his veins that he felt the power
flowing through him. Another fighter came up to him and started taping his
hands. Vince bounced on the balls of his feet in the cage, staring at Alex with
an amused look on his face. Once he was finished prepping he climbed into the
ring and faced off with Vince.
“This time you’re the one that’s gonna have the black fucking eye.”
Vince threw his head back and started laughing. “Well,
bring it on, pretty boy.”
Alex didn’t wait, just moved closer, his fists
raised and his sole focus on Vince. They rounded on each other, and in a quick
move Vince and he were on the ground grappling. Vince tried to use a kneebar to get Alex in a submission hold, but
with her, she knew she couldn’t say no. Mary hadn’t had anyone to talk to or
help her forget about what Lance did all those years ago. If she could help
Darcy forget about what an asshole Dane was, then she was all for it. “Okay.”
Darcy’s whole demeanor changed. She clapped her
hands together and stood. “I’m excited now. Fuck that asshole, and fuck the guy
who broke your heart.” Darcy couldn’t have said it any better.
Chapter
Six
Alex slammed his fist into the red, scarred punching
bag. His knuckles were sore from hitting the damn thing over and over again,
but he welcomed the pain. Sweat had made his short hair drenched, and beads
slid down his bare chest. He swung out with his right fist, and then did the
same with his left. He felt the tightening of his muscles as he tensed and put
all his power right into the bag. Keeping on the balls of his feet, he did a
few moves, making sure his body stayed warmed up. The sounds of guys fighting
surrounded him, and the smell of sweat and testosterone filled his nose. This
was why Alex came to this hole-in-the-way gym, where the roughest of the rough
trained, and where he could let out all of his aggression. The gyms around
campus were usually filled with the same ‘ roided -out
jocks who had big heads and small dicks. How many fights had he gotten into
with one of those pricks because they had started shit with him for not wiping
down the machine fast enough?
Frost was owned by Dylan Frost, a former UFC
champion who had since retired at the age of thirty-five due to a leg injury.
He had opened this gym to help other guys that had been like him and just
needed a place to let off steam without the regulations and rules of the gyms
around OSU. It was almost an underground kind of place, where a lot of big
names came by when they didn’t want the pressure of a chain gym.
“Sheppard?”
Alex stopped hitting the bag and turned to see
Vincent, one of the fighters training for an upcoming Columbus MMA tournament walk
up to him. His knuckles were already taped up, and a grin was in place.
“Hell, no, dude.” Alex fully faced Vince and shook
his head. He knew that look, and there was no fucking way he was going to get
in the ring and spar with him.
“What?” Vince’s lip and eyebrow ring glinted under
the florescent lights.
“Don’t act fucking cute. You know damn well why you
came over here.”
“All right, well quit being a pussy and fight with
me.” Vince was already moving toward the ring. Alex gritted his teeth. He was
warmed up, but Vince was a machine, and knew a hell of a lot more moves than
Alex did. The last time they fought Alex sported a nasty fucking black-eye and
limped for a week No way in hell Alex was a pussy, and could easily handle his
own, but shit, Vince was a beast in the cage, was training to be in the UFC,
and could kill a man with a few strategically placed moves. “I swear, no kidney
shots, and I’ll stay away from your face, pretty boy. I wouldn’t want you
trying to hook up with some chick looking like the shit got beat out of you.”
Vince was a cocky asshole, and rightly so since he
was the King of the cage, but if he wanted to fight, then so fucking be it.
Alex had enough adrenalin pumping through his veins that he felt the power
flowing through him. Another fighter came up to him and started taping his
hands. Vince bounced on the balls of his feet in the cage, staring at Alex with
an amused look on his face. Once he was finished prepping he climbed into the
ring and faced off with Vince.
“This time you’re the one that’s gonna have the black fucking eye.”
Vince threw his head back and started laughing. “Well,
bring it on, pretty boy.”
Alex didn’t wait, just moved closer, his fists
raised and his sole focus on Vince. They rounded on each other, and in a quick
move Vince and he were on the ground grappling. Vince tried to use a kneebar to get Alex in a submission hold, but
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