Chapter Four
Mavick
One hit. That’s all it’s going to take to knock this fucker on his ass. Then I’ll line up the next guy to prove my point. This is my house and I won’t be caught off guard again. That single loss will forever haunt me and remind me of one of the worst nights of my life.
I should’ve known better than to try to fight when Vincent was in the hospital, even though he demanded. That old man underestimated how much he meant to me and my ability to focus when he’s undergoing a surgery that ended up taking his life.
His words of encouragement flash through my mind as I watch this fool think he has a chance against me. This will end quick. I’m not here to fuck around.
The sound of the bell is all I need to walk to the middle and send him a fake jab from the right before I nail him with my left hook. He falls to the ground and I don’t even go down with him to make sure I got the job done. I know I did by the look of his empty eyes the second I made contact.
I’m sure the entire place is in an uproar, but I can’t hear a thing. I close my eyes and focus on the memories of Vincent as I place my earbuds back in and wait for all the technical bullshit to declare me the winner.
“You have to stay grounded, Mavick. I’ve seen so many lose when they get the big head. You’ve got what it takes to obliterate the competition if you stay humble, but don’t you ever forget to keep that stubborn determination on the forefront. You always say this is your house. Well, you have to earn it.” He recorded an hour of him talking to me before my last win. I had no idea he was doing it, but I’m thankful as fuck that he did.
It took me weeks to be able to listen to the entire thing, but it eventually became the very thing that brought me out of my funk and helped me realign my focus. I needed to hear him once again. He’s been there for me since I was eight years old, providing me guidance and helping me like my own worthless father should’ve been doing.
Joe throws my left arm in the air when my win is acknowledged by the judges and my mind instantly switches to her. The wild cat that I’ve spent the day trying to not think about. She bows her head when my eyes meet hers. She knows where my head is at and I hope to hell she doesn’t run away like she should.
I’m hungry as fuck for sex and could have any one of the women in this coliseum, but she’s the one that has my attention. Her blue eyes pulled me apart the second I caught her up close and in the light of the stairwell. Fuck. She’s got a huge smile on her face as her hooded eyes find mine over the ropes.
Everything about her has been a giant tease to my throbbing cock, but I didn’t break the rules I set for myself during fight week. Now I just have to lose the thousands of people that are going to try to talk to me tonight.
“Mavick Black… How does it feel to be back in the ring?”
“It feels amazing.”
“Did you think you’d come in here and get the KO in one hit?”
“Yes. I’m prepared to fight tonight, just like I’ll stay ready to fuckin’ fight anyone who wants to challenge me.”
“Will you ever fight Jones again?”
“I’d fight him right now if he’s in the house. He caught me on an off night. That won’t happen again.” I lay it straight with the announcer and hope like hell Jones takes me up on the challenge I just sent him.
After a few pictures, I jump on the top rope and straddle it for a little extra show for my fans. They need to know the fun guy is still in here, even if he’s buried a under the depth of everything I’ve been going through. It feels great to be back and even better to have that first win behind me. My intro song, ‘Real’ by NF begins to blare through the event space and I can’t help but smile that I’m back home again as the chaos fills my ears.
She’s holding her hands together in front of her smile when I allow my eyes to land on her again. The attraction I have for this girl is out of control, but then again I have been dry for a few months. Not that I allowed myself to talk to anyone during that time. She just happened to walk into my space and grab my attention when my mind was in a great place.
People begin to rush toward me, pushing against Kinsley and her friend before my team can get to them and protect them from the rush. Security steps in quickly, but it still pisses me off that anyone was allowed this close to the VIP section.
I jump down with the intention of checking on her, but just as I do, she steps forward. My body lands directly in front of her, with only inches of space between us. Neither of us speak right away, again lost looking into each other’s eyes, making promises of what’s to come.
She slides a single finger up my forearm just before she leans forward to talk next to my ear. “Great fight.”
“That wasn’t a fight.” Her smile lights up her beautiful face and I find peace she looks at me. “Now it’s time for me to follow through on that promise.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” And that’s all it takes for me to start my way back to the showers, knowing she’ll be escorted to me as soon as I’m back there. The instructions were very clear that no one is to bother me once I go to the showers tonight. Any bullshit or rehashing of the single hit it took to blow that fucker over can be done tomorrow, after I get my fill of this gorgeous piece of ass that I plan to bury myself inside of all night long.
Everyone obeyed my orders, which makes me feel at ease as I let the hot water glide over my shoulders and down my body. She doesn’t make an appearance into the showers like I hoped she would, but I guess I should respect her for that.
I wrap the towel around my waist and walk into my locker room, ready to find her waiting, but instead find a piece of paper.
Mavick,
I couldn’t ditch my friend. I hope you understand. Maybe I’ll see you at our spot after you finish here. Take your time.
Kinsley
Fuck, I’m going to explode if I have to chase this girl all over the damn city tonight.
I toss on some gym clothes and start my usual jog away from the coliseum… out a back door and down the alley to miss all the people, this time making an extra stop before I head back to my apartment. I need to tell him I’m still kicking, but something tells me he already knows.
“Hey, old man. I’m back. One hit tonight, just like the old days. Fuck… I miss your ugly mug. I’m doing everything you taught me.” I toss back the nearly empty bottle of beer in my hand… the same kind of beer we would share after a fight. “I promise to make you proud and I’ll be taking over your gym soon to help with your legacy.” The silent night matches the inner peace I’m feeling as I talk to the concrete stone that symbolizes where he lays. “Maybe I’ll find a pain in the ass, punk kid and transform him into a man… just like you did.”
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I’ve been gone for a few hours, who knows if Kinsley will still be waiting for me on the roof top. Part of me wants to see her when I open the door, but the long jog did wonders for peace of mind and the pent-up aggression I was holding on to when I was making all those promises to fuck her senseless.
To be honest, I would’ve hurt anyone that let me near them right after that fight. Her allowing me to have this time is the best thing she could’ve done.
I open the metal door and spot her looking down at the street. Her sexy ass is on display since her dress hugs every curve of her body. Her dark hair covers her back in loose curls that blow slightly in the wind as I approach her.
“I thought you stood me up.”
“Sorry, I just needed a little time.”
“Don’t apologize. You’ve had a busy day. Sorry I left the coliseum. I didn’t feel right ditching Mollie with so many people there.” She slides over next to me when I match her posture to look over the edge of the wall with her. The fact that she didn’t blow off her friend, when I know that’s what happened to her last night, says so much about this girl’s character. She didn’t go for the fame over the friend.
“It’s all good. What did you think of tonight?”
“It was crazy. You should be proud of how it turned out. I don’t usually watch that sort of thing, so I wasn’t sure what to expect.” She turns to face me, the moonlight hitting her face just as she does. The lights aren’t on up here tonight, I guess she probably doesn’t know how to turn them on since she’s just renting one of my places for the weekend.
“Tonight wasn’t the usual, but I’ll take it.”
“You’re famous Mavick Black.” She clasps her hands in front of her chest and shoots me her gorgeous smile once again.
“Yeah. I could do without all of that. It’s just nice to have them on my side when I’m in the ring.” I tell her the truth. I’m not a people person. I don’t even like to do the interviews that come with all the publicity.
“You were on top of the world after you won.”
“Yeah, I needed to win that fight. I needed it to go down quick, just to prove a point.”
“To show others not to mess with you?”
“That. And to let everyone know I’m back.” I step away from the edge, walking slowly to the lounge chairs we sat in last night.
“I want to ask you what happened, but I won’t. If it’s something you want to share, I’ll listen.” She doesn’t pry, which only makes it easier to talk to her. Why is everything so easy with this girl?
“I had my first loss back in April. It was the same night my trainer died. I knew better than to fight with all of that going on, but he insisted. I wasn’t thinking clearly at that fight, so the chump got one in on me before I saw it coming.” We both sit with the backs leaning up on our chairs, her sexy legs on display with her heels still on her feet.
“I’m sorry to hear all of that. Was that why you were at the cemetery earlier today?”
“Yes.”
“I left after you did. I didn’t go look at the tomb even though I wanted to know.”
“He was like a father to me. Even when my mom died, he was there for me. He took me in and didn’t let me fall to the streets like I was headed. He fuckin’ saved my life.”
“He sounds like an amazing man.” I look up at the stars and take in what she’s saying, before I let out a deep breath and respond.
“He was.” We both sit quietly. The conversation going much deeper than I anticipate, but I’m still in a much better place than I have been for months. Being able to talk to someone is nice, since I never let anyone get this close to the real me, but sitting here doing nothing is getting to me.
I enjoy her company. So much that it feels wrong to just start fucking her as if she’s any whore I’ve met in my past. She’s different and everything is telling me to treat her unlike all the others. “Do you want to go for a walk? I can show you around my favorite places in the city.”
She sits up quickly, before she stands to her feet. “Sure, but let me get out of these fucking heels.” I watch her walk away, imagining what it’ll be like to have her under me, before I push down on my dick to calm the fuck down.
This girl gets to me. In every fucking way. Now I just need to keep my shit together and not send her running in the other direction.