whisper.
Looking out of the corner of my eye I find him staring at me oddly.
“We still on for Big Pete’s tonight?” He changes the subject. I give a silent nod. The guy has his issues, but he’s relentless when it comes to wanting to hang out.
“Camden! You set up that fight that the MFC was offering?“ Thomas asks with a hopeful grin on his face.
“No.” Thomas and Kaley are always planning shit behind my back. When will they get it in their heads I’m not going back into the ring?
“Son, seriously, how long are we going to do this for? You gotta get back in the ring, it’s your calling. Just like coaching is mine.” Thomas runs his hands through his hair aggravated.
“What did that girl want?” I hitch my thumb over my shoulder.
He rolls his eyes.
“Wants me to train her, I told her no but before I knew it I was in a bet with her that she’d tap out.” He shakes his head. “She didn’t tap out surprisingly, she’s a tough lil’ Gal.” He shakes his head again, looking at the front door as if she is still here. I can’t have Tate in my gym, I can’t have her here.
“You are not training her.” I raise my brows ready to go head to head with him on this.
“Hey, a bet’s a bet man,” Cate cuts in, her hands on her hips.
“I don’t give a shit about a bet. You’re my trainer Thomas, we have a contract and you training anyone else is breaking that.”
“Well, then I suggest you figure something else out because you made a fucking bet!” Cate’s face turns bright red, as she steps up to me. Cate is the nutritionist around here, and she’s great at what she does but she is a little headstrong sometimes. Especially when it comes to women doing what men can do.
“Why do you even care?” I shrug.
“Because, you guys have it your tiny little heads, and I’m not talking about the one on your shoulders, that you are so much more mighty than women. That girl,” she points at the front door, “she’s the next big thing, mark my words,” Cate states. I only saw part of the fight, but it doesn’t surprise me that Tate is good at fighting. It was what she always wanted to do.
“I’ll figure something out, keep your skirt on.” Thomas holds both his hands up in surrender.
“See, it’s that kind of shit right there Thomas.” Cate points at Thomas.
“I’m going to go get taped up, meet me in the ring in ten. I need to hit something,” I inform Thomas. I gotta get this frustration out, and now.
“Motivated, I like it!” Thomas grins.
“Yeah, something like that.”
Chapter Four
9 Years Old
Camden
Biting on my inner cheek I look around the backyard. There’s red and blue balloons, a cake with two fighters on it, and a few presents.
“Damn it!” My mother’s voice echoes with a hint of frustration. I bet I left my bowl of cereal on the counter again, and she knocked it over.
Furrowing my brows I head toward the back door leading into our kitchen.
“What’s wrong Mom?”
She digs in her purse with pursed lips.
“I could have sworn I bought candles, but I can’t find them. Have you seen them?” She looks at me briefly before lifting various items off the counter to look under them.
“No.” I start helping her look.
“I’ll go buy some more babe,” Dad states, grabbing the keys off the microwave.
Mom runs her hands through her hair and exhales.
“Just candles, Andrew.” She points her finger at him. “Hurry, guests will begin to show up soon.”
“Candles. Got it.” He smiles, ruffling the hair on my head. “Be back soon champ.”
Mom nibbles on her bottom lip just as the doorbell rings.
“Go see who that is, will ya?” Mom asks, wrinkles forming on her forehead.
Nodding, I dart to the front door. I wonder if it’s Bret. He’s the coolest kid in school, and he promised he show up.
Opening the front door, I find Tatum and her family.
“Hey Camden, happy birthday!” Journey’s face beams with excitement. She’s wearing a
Looking out of the corner of my eye I find him staring at me oddly.
“We still on for Big Pete’s tonight?” He changes the subject. I give a silent nod. The guy has his issues, but he’s relentless when it comes to wanting to hang out.
“Camden! You set up that fight that the MFC was offering?“ Thomas asks with a hopeful grin on his face.
“No.” Thomas and Kaley are always planning shit behind my back. When will they get it in their heads I’m not going back into the ring?
“Son, seriously, how long are we going to do this for? You gotta get back in the ring, it’s your calling. Just like coaching is mine.” Thomas runs his hands through his hair aggravated.
“What did that girl want?” I hitch my thumb over my shoulder.
He rolls his eyes.
“Wants me to train her, I told her no but before I knew it I was in a bet with her that she’d tap out.” He shakes his head. “She didn’t tap out surprisingly, she’s a tough lil’ Gal.” He shakes his head again, looking at the front door as if she is still here. I can’t have Tate in my gym, I can’t have her here.
“You are not training her.” I raise my brows ready to go head to head with him on this.
“Hey, a bet’s a bet man,” Cate cuts in, her hands on her hips.
“I don’t give a shit about a bet. You’re my trainer Thomas, we have a contract and you training anyone else is breaking that.”
“Well, then I suggest you figure something else out because you made a fucking bet!” Cate’s face turns bright red, as she steps up to me. Cate is the nutritionist around here, and she’s great at what she does but she is a little headstrong sometimes. Especially when it comes to women doing what men can do.
“Why do you even care?” I shrug.
“Because, you guys have it your tiny little heads, and I’m not talking about the one on your shoulders, that you are so much more mighty than women. That girl,” she points at the front door, “she’s the next big thing, mark my words,” Cate states. I only saw part of the fight, but it doesn’t surprise me that Tate is good at fighting. It was what she always wanted to do.
“I’ll figure something out, keep your skirt on.” Thomas holds both his hands up in surrender.
“See, it’s that kind of shit right there Thomas.” Cate points at Thomas.
“I’m going to go get taped up, meet me in the ring in ten. I need to hit something,” I inform Thomas. I gotta get this frustration out, and now.
“Motivated, I like it!” Thomas grins.
“Yeah, something like that.”
Chapter Four
9 Years Old
Camden
Biting on my inner cheek I look around the backyard. There’s red and blue balloons, a cake with two fighters on it, and a few presents.
“Damn it!” My mother’s voice echoes with a hint of frustration. I bet I left my bowl of cereal on the counter again, and she knocked it over.
Furrowing my brows I head toward the back door leading into our kitchen.
“What’s wrong Mom?”
She digs in her purse with pursed lips.
“I could have sworn I bought candles, but I can’t find them. Have you seen them?” She looks at me briefly before lifting various items off the counter to look under them.
“No.” I start helping her look.
“I’ll go buy some more babe,” Dad states, grabbing the keys off the microwave.
Mom runs her hands through her hair and exhales.
“Just candles, Andrew.” She points her finger at him. “Hurry, guests will begin to show up soon.”
“Candles. Got it.” He smiles, ruffling the hair on my head. “Be back soon champ.”
Mom nibbles on her bottom lip just as the doorbell rings.
“Go see who that is, will ya?” Mom asks, wrinkles forming on her forehead.
Nodding, I dart to the front door. I wonder if it’s Bret. He’s the coolest kid in school, and he promised he show up.
Opening the front door, I find Tatum and her family.
“Hey Camden, happy birthday!” Journey’s face beams with excitement. She’s wearing a
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