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breath.
“She took a cheap shot and hit me in the nose. My eyes were watering,” he says, pointing at her.
“Good thing you two are friends now,” I say jokingly.
Sloan walks up. “Yes, we are all very glad they’re friends now.” She sticks her hand out. “Hi, I’m Sloan. I know we’ve met briefly but I wanted to introduce myself. That little man running around is Slick, he’s mine and Lox is my husband.”
I shake her hand. “Chelsea. Nice to meet you.”
“So, Lox says you went to school with the trouble trio?”
I nod. “Yes. They weren’t that bad though. They only made like two teachers quit and the cops only got called to the school once.”
Lox walks up about that time. “Total shit, babe.”
A little boy runs up holding out a jar. “Dad.”
Sloan laughs. “You made the deal with him. He didn’t repeat it this time as he told you not to say it so put your quarters in there, sucker.”
The little boy looks up at me. “I’m Slick, or Sage .” He shows me the jar. “If I catch you cussing, you have to put money in the jar. I’m saving up for another turtle and some video games for Sly and me.”
I laugh and shake my head. “Something tells me with this crew, you’ll get there soon.”
Huck chuckles. “I’m paid up for a while. I just went ahead and put in twenty bucks.”
Slick looks at him. “Actually, you’re down to eight dollars. You lost a lot at the gym the other day when you dropped that weight.”
Laughter erupts from everyone around us. This could be a good group of people to hang out with. I haven’t had one friend in a long time, much less a group of them.
CHAPTER 10
HUCK
Yesterday’s cookout really fucked with my head. I’ve done a great job keeping her out of my thoughts. Hell, I’m still hooking up with the occasional chick. When Sloan came into Lox’s life, he couldn’t even think about hooking up with another chick, so this has to just be some fascination. Right???
“You gonna run on that damn treadmill all day or are you actually gonna train?” Marco barks out across the room.
“I’m building on endurance. This next fight…I have to admit, Marco, I’m a little worried about it. If I hadn’t gotten a few lucky hits in and wore him out, I’d have never won,” I say as I slow down the treadmill.
His face twitches a little. “So you’re doubting yourself a little?”
The treadmill stops and I wipe my face with the bottom of my shirt. “Yeah, I guess a little. Maksim is a big ass Russian. I mean the son of a bitch is huge.”
He looks at me as if I’m full of shit. “And you aren’t? Yes, he’s a little taller than you, but your body is solid and bigger than his. You could fucking bench press that bastard and you have a little reach on him. So don’t go getting all I’m scared. I don’t know if I can beat him. I didn’t help raise someone who would doubt their self. If you go into that cage believing he can beat you then you’ve already fucking lost,” he huffs. “Now pull your head out of your ass and come into the ring, I’ve got someone here to spar with you today.”
“Fine,” I grind out. I’ve always learned just to take my ass chewing like a man from Marco. If you don’t, he’ll make your life a living hell for a few days.
As we walk into the room with our training ring, I see Sergio. “What in the fuck is he doing here?” During my entire career, Sergio has been one of my main competitors. He moved up to this class just before I did. He loves to talk shit and I can’t stand his dumb ass.
Marco glares at me. “He’s here to spar with you, dipshit. Your brother and Lox aren’t what you need right now. You need someone who wants to beat your ass. Now, quit crying like some chick on the rag and get in the damn ring.”
For the next hour, I listen as Sergio talks shit while he and I beat the hell out of each other. Once Marco calls it, he heads to his office. We stop and grab some water. He looks over at
“She took a cheap shot and hit me in the nose. My eyes were watering,” he says, pointing at her.
“Good thing you two are friends now,” I say jokingly.
Sloan walks up. “Yes, we are all very glad they’re friends now.” She sticks her hand out. “Hi, I’m Sloan. I know we’ve met briefly but I wanted to introduce myself. That little man running around is Slick, he’s mine and Lox is my husband.”
I shake her hand. “Chelsea. Nice to meet you.”
“So, Lox says you went to school with the trouble trio?”
I nod. “Yes. They weren’t that bad though. They only made like two teachers quit and the cops only got called to the school once.”
Lox walks up about that time. “Total shit, babe.”
A little boy runs up holding out a jar. “Dad.”
Sloan laughs. “You made the deal with him. He didn’t repeat it this time as he told you not to say it so put your quarters in there, sucker.”
The little boy looks up at me. “I’m Slick, or Sage .” He shows me the jar. “If I catch you cussing, you have to put money in the jar. I’m saving up for another turtle and some video games for Sly and me.”
I laugh and shake my head. “Something tells me with this crew, you’ll get there soon.”
Huck chuckles. “I’m paid up for a while. I just went ahead and put in twenty bucks.”
Slick looks at him. “Actually, you’re down to eight dollars. You lost a lot at the gym the other day when you dropped that weight.”
Laughter erupts from everyone around us. This could be a good group of people to hang out with. I haven’t had one friend in a long time, much less a group of them.
CHAPTER 10
HUCK
Yesterday’s cookout really fucked with my head. I’ve done a great job keeping her out of my thoughts. Hell, I’m still hooking up with the occasional chick. When Sloan came into Lox’s life, he couldn’t even think about hooking up with another chick, so this has to just be some fascination. Right???
“You gonna run on that damn treadmill all day or are you actually gonna train?” Marco barks out across the room.
“I’m building on endurance. This next fight…I have to admit, Marco, I’m a little worried about it. If I hadn’t gotten a few lucky hits in and wore him out, I’d have never won,” I say as I slow down the treadmill.
His face twitches a little. “So you’re doubting yourself a little?”
The treadmill stops and I wipe my face with the bottom of my shirt. “Yeah, I guess a little. Maksim is a big ass Russian. I mean the son of a bitch is huge.”
He looks at me as if I’m full of shit. “And you aren’t? Yes, he’s a little taller than you, but your body is solid and bigger than his. You could fucking bench press that bastard and you have a little reach on him. So don’t go getting all I’m scared. I don’t know if I can beat him. I didn’t help raise someone who would doubt their self. If you go into that cage believing he can beat you then you’ve already fucking lost,” he huffs. “Now pull your head out of your ass and come into the ring, I’ve got someone here to spar with you today.”
“Fine,” I grind out. I’ve always learned just to take my ass chewing like a man from Marco. If you don’t, he’ll make your life a living hell for a few days.
As we walk into the room with our training ring, I see Sergio. “What in the fuck is he doing here?” During my entire career, Sergio has been one of my main competitors. He moved up to this class just before I did. He loves to talk shit and I can’t stand his dumb ass.
Marco glares at me. “He’s here to spar with you, dipshit. Your brother and Lox aren’t what you need right now. You need someone who wants to beat your ass. Now, quit crying like some chick on the rag and get in the damn ring.”
For the next hour, I listen as Sergio talks shit while he and I beat the hell out of each other. Once Marco calls it, he heads to his office. We stop and grab some water. He looks over at
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