entrance. He’s about the same size as I am, maybe a little taller and he’s looking right at me.
I keep my eyes locked, eager and ready…
Then the bell dings and we size each other up. Boxing back and forth. He’s got a strong jaw. My hits don’t seem to do much to him, although he is slower than I am. We work each other like this for a few minutes and the crowd starts to get restless, booing.
I worry for Ivy being stuck in the middle of it and look to see her watching me safely with Bo by her side, but my attention being diverted costs me a mistake and I’m caught with a right hook. Knowing that I can’t hang with his boxing all night, I take him to the ground, but he works his way on top of me.
Lying underneath him, I try and block the hits that continue to connect with my face. Ivy’s screams are loud, then the bell rings and the round ends. Getting off of the floor, I spit a mouthful of blood at the Resolution as he walks away from me. Being taken to the ground and not having the advantage is not what I do. One of Ling’s guys sits me down and tries to clean me up, but I push him away. Only looking at my opponent before the next round gets the fire going inside of me.
He looks at me and winks, like the cocky bastard that he is. With my chest heaving up and down, I stand waiting to annihilate him. Round two begins and with every ounce of strength inside me, I launch a back kick. Spinning hard and high, landing it on the side of his head, everything happens in slow motion. His head drops, shoulders slump, and his body falls to the ground like a ton of bricks. My signature move worked.
Quickly, I get on top of him to do as much damage as I can, before the ref calls the fight, but the kick knocked him out cold so before I can enjoy a few more hits, the ref pulls me away. Getting to my feet, I look at Ivy as my hand is held high in the air. She is jumping up and down screaming.
Walking out of the cage, she runs to me and hugs me hard. With her in my arms, it takes me back to when Zoë would be so excited for me after a fight. She’d have that same look on her face. But knowing that Zoë can’t share in this victory resonates inside of me. I squeeze Ivy back, kissing the top of her soft brown hair. Zoë might not be here in person, but she was shining down on me for this one.
Moving my body to adjust myself a little, I am sore as fuck. As I open my eyes, I look at the ceiling and bring in the room. I’m on my couch, like usual, but I’m sitting up. The tightness of my skin tells me my face is fucked up.
Fuck, I gotta piss.
I attempt to get up, but I am stopped dead in my tracks. Ivy is sleeping peacefully on my lap. She is still wearing her clothes from yesterday and I rack my brain to remind myself of what happened to wake up like this. I remember the fight, and then she brought me home, and we must’ve fallen asleep talking, ’cause that’s the last thing I remember.
Looking down at her lying so beautifully, I can’t help but touch her face, running the backs of my knuckles down her cheek. We’ve both been through so much, and it makes me happy to see her at peace like this. She stirs a little, so I stop touching her, fearing that I will wake her up, and sure enough, it does. Her tired eyes open so innocently.
“Hey,” I say to her with a smile on my face.
“Morning. What time is it?” she asks.
“Not sure, it’s light out though.”
She blinks a few times and looks out my balcony window. However, she is not quick to sit up. I don’t know what is going on between the two of us, but I’m enjoying being around her right now. She looks up at me again and says, “Oh God, Krane, we really need to get some ice on your face.”
“Nah, I’ll be fine. But I do have to piss, if you’d let me up.”
“Yeah, sorry,” she says and suddenly sits up.
“Don’t be.” I take my thumb and forefinger to her chin, bringing her eyes to meet mine. She looks at me with uncertainty and I run my
I keep my eyes locked, eager and ready…
Then the bell dings and we size each other up. Boxing back and forth. He’s got a strong jaw. My hits don’t seem to do much to him, although he is slower than I am. We work each other like this for a few minutes and the crowd starts to get restless, booing.
I worry for Ivy being stuck in the middle of it and look to see her watching me safely with Bo by her side, but my attention being diverted costs me a mistake and I’m caught with a right hook. Knowing that I can’t hang with his boxing all night, I take him to the ground, but he works his way on top of me.
Lying underneath him, I try and block the hits that continue to connect with my face. Ivy’s screams are loud, then the bell rings and the round ends. Getting off of the floor, I spit a mouthful of blood at the Resolution as he walks away from me. Being taken to the ground and not having the advantage is not what I do. One of Ling’s guys sits me down and tries to clean me up, but I push him away. Only looking at my opponent before the next round gets the fire going inside of me.
He looks at me and winks, like the cocky bastard that he is. With my chest heaving up and down, I stand waiting to annihilate him. Round two begins and with every ounce of strength inside me, I launch a back kick. Spinning hard and high, landing it on the side of his head, everything happens in slow motion. His head drops, shoulders slump, and his body falls to the ground like a ton of bricks. My signature move worked.
Quickly, I get on top of him to do as much damage as I can, before the ref calls the fight, but the kick knocked him out cold so before I can enjoy a few more hits, the ref pulls me away. Getting to my feet, I look at Ivy as my hand is held high in the air. She is jumping up and down screaming.
Walking out of the cage, she runs to me and hugs me hard. With her in my arms, it takes me back to when Zoë would be so excited for me after a fight. She’d have that same look on her face. But knowing that Zoë can’t share in this victory resonates inside of me. I squeeze Ivy back, kissing the top of her soft brown hair. Zoë might not be here in person, but she was shining down on me for this one.
Moving my body to adjust myself a little, I am sore as fuck. As I open my eyes, I look at the ceiling and bring in the room. I’m on my couch, like usual, but I’m sitting up. The tightness of my skin tells me my face is fucked up.
Fuck, I gotta piss.
I attempt to get up, but I am stopped dead in my tracks. Ivy is sleeping peacefully on my lap. She is still wearing her clothes from yesterday and I rack my brain to remind myself of what happened to wake up like this. I remember the fight, and then she brought me home, and we must’ve fallen asleep talking, ’cause that’s the last thing I remember.
Looking down at her lying so beautifully, I can’t help but touch her face, running the backs of my knuckles down her cheek. We’ve both been through so much, and it makes me happy to see her at peace like this. She stirs a little, so I stop touching her, fearing that I will wake her up, and sure enough, it does. Her tired eyes open so innocently.
“Hey,” I say to her with a smile on my face.
“Morning. What time is it?” she asks.
“Not sure, it’s light out though.”
She blinks a few times and looks out my balcony window. However, she is not quick to sit up. I don’t know what is going on between the two of us, but I’m enjoying being around her right now. She looks up at me again and says, “Oh God, Krane, we really need to get some ice on your face.”
“Nah, I’ll be fine. But I do have to piss, if you’d let me up.”
“Yeah, sorry,” she says and suddenly sits up.
“Don’t be.” I take my thumb and forefinger to her chin, bringing her eyes to meet mine. She looks at me with uncertainty and I run my
Similar Books
