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around, trying to pump myself up. I closed my eyes for a moment and allowed the cheers from the crowd to fill me. People chanted my name, and it gave me the boast I was looking for.
The bell rang, and JoJo came in swinging. He didn’t waste any time. His fist flew at me, but I dodged it and got him with a hook to the left side. He bounced back and kept throwing jabs, but I kept blocking them.
I was bored. I was never bored in the cage, but my heart just wasn’t into it tonight. I needed to knock this guy out because, the faster I did, the faster I could call it a night.
He went for the takedown and, normally, I would have laughed in his face. Made him realize how stupid he was for thinking he could take down Knockout McArthur. His arms were on my legs, but I got out of it easily and, while he stumbled to his knees, I responded to his takedown attempt with an axe kick.
The round passed and so did another, each of us landing a few good hits. He had a cut above his eyebrow, and I had taken a good blow to my ribs. I would feel it tomorrow.
The bell rang, and we were back at it. His fist came at me, and I knocked it away, but I wasn’t expecting a left hook to the jaw. My head spun back, and I stumbled with it. I was trying to get my bearings when JoJo’s fists came at me with a vengeance, landing blow after blow until the world went black.
Chapter 16
Mila
All anyone at the club was talking about was the fight. Knox lost. He lost his title and the “undefeated” before his name. I couldn’t help but think that it was all my fault. I knew he had a fight. I should have sucked it up, and let it go on another day, before ripping his heart out and stomping on it across the parking lot.
I placed a tray of drinks on a table by the stage, and headed back to the bar. They were short-handed on waitresses tonight and, after everything with Knox, I decided to hide behind more hours at work. Ariana was concerned. I’d barely slept. Refusing to leave and sleeping in the backroom.
I got to the bar and placed my tray on it, ready to pick up another order when I spotted Julius. He came over to me, and he wasn’t looking at me with total disgust, so maybe Knox didn’t tell him about the horrible things I said. “Did you see the fight?” he asked, taking a final gulp from his glass before placing it on the bar.
“Yeah,” I admitted. Despite everything, I still watched it. Watching Knox get the ever living shit beat out of him hurt in a way I wasn’t expecting. At one point, I covered my face because each blow was like a blow to my own face.
“He’s pretty tore up,” Julius said, and I shrugged, trying not to care, but wishing I could see him, just so I knew he was okay.
“He took some nasty hits,” I said.
“Not from the fight. From you. I have no idea what went down between you two, but he’s all sorts of fucked up.”
“It’s for the best,” I said.
Julius arched an eyebrow. “Do you honestly believe that?”
“I have to.”
“Starr, sweetie, sorry to bother you,” Ariana said, resting a hand on my arm.
“Someone is here to see you.” I gave her a look and she mouthed, Mackenzie . What the hell was she doing here?
“Julius, excuse me.”
I headed to the front where Mackenzie waited with Carmine. I hated that she was in here. That she was so close to the stage. She didn’t need to see what went on behind these doors. It wasn’t a place for a child. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “Are you in trouble?”
“No, it’s just…” She shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, lacking her usual confidence. “You haven’t been home. I guess you can say I was worried.”
“I’ve been busy,” I stated.
“Oh,” she said, and I could see the disappointment in her features. The slight frown of her lips, and the drooping of her eyes. She took the first step by coming here. The least I could do was be a little nicer to her. She might have been a royal pain in my
The bell rang, and JoJo came in swinging. He didn’t waste any time. His fist flew at me, but I dodged it and got him with a hook to the left side. He bounced back and kept throwing jabs, but I kept blocking them.
I was bored. I was never bored in the cage, but my heart just wasn’t into it tonight. I needed to knock this guy out because, the faster I did, the faster I could call it a night.
He went for the takedown and, normally, I would have laughed in his face. Made him realize how stupid he was for thinking he could take down Knockout McArthur. His arms were on my legs, but I got out of it easily and, while he stumbled to his knees, I responded to his takedown attempt with an axe kick.
The round passed and so did another, each of us landing a few good hits. He had a cut above his eyebrow, and I had taken a good blow to my ribs. I would feel it tomorrow.
The bell rang, and we were back at it. His fist came at me, and I knocked it away, but I wasn’t expecting a left hook to the jaw. My head spun back, and I stumbled with it. I was trying to get my bearings when JoJo’s fists came at me with a vengeance, landing blow after blow until the world went black.
Chapter 16
Mila
All anyone at the club was talking about was the fight. Knox lost. He lost his title and the “undefeated” before his name. I couldn’t help but think that it was all my fault. I knew he had a fight. I should have sucked it up, and let it go on another day, before ripping his heart out and stomping on it across the parking lot.
I placed a tray of drinks on a table by the stage, and headed back to the bar. They were short-handed on waitresses tonight and, after everything with Knox, I decided to hide behind more hours at work. Ariana was concerned. I’d barely slept. Refusing to leave and sleeping in the backroom.
I got to the bar and placed my tray on it, ready to pick up another order when I spotted Julius. He came over to me, and he wasn’t looking at me with total disgust, so maybe Knox didn’t tell him about the horrible things I said. “Did you see the fight?” he asked, taking a final gulp from his glass before placing it on the bar.
“Yeah,” I admitted. Despite everything, I still watched it. Watching Knox get the ever living shit beat out of him hurt in a way I wasn’t expecting. At one point, I covered my face because each blow was like a blow to my own face.
“He’s pretty tore up,” Julius said, and I shrugged, trying not to care, but wishing I could see him, just so I knew he was okay.
“He took some nasty hits,” I said.
“Not from the fight. From you. I have no idea what went down between you two, but he’s all sorts of fucked up.”
“It’s for the best,” I said.
Julius arched an eyebrow. “Do you honestly believe that?”
“I have to.”
“Starr, sweetie, sorry to bother you,” Ariana said, resting a hand on my arm.
“Someone is here to see you.” I gave her a look and she mouthed, Mackenzie . What the hell was she doing here?
“Julius, excuse me.”
I headed to the front where Mackenzie waited with Carmine. I hated that she was in here. That she was so close to the stage. She didn’t need to see what went on behind these doors. It wasn’t a place for a child. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “Are you in trouble?”
“No, it’s just…” She shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, lacking her usual confidence. “You haven’t been home. I guess you can say I was worried.”
“I’ve been busy,” I stated.
“Oh,” she said, and I could see the disappointment in her features. The slight frown of her lips, and the drooping of her eyes. She took the first step by coming here. The least I could do was be a little nicer to her. She might have been a royal pain in my
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