Sunni
The sun assaults my skin through the open curtains, offering up the perfect warmth to keep me in a sleepy haze. I should get up. Layla and Cruz showed up around midnight last night to pick up Bella. Jag and Bella had long since passed out on the couch while watching a marathon of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
Of course, this was before Jag unrolled two entire paper towel rolls and made swords out of the tubes. They didn’t last long, and soon Jag became Bella’s personal trained fire-breathing dragon, and they conquered all the lands. Boss snuck out in the middle of the action. It was nice getting to know him more. I’m not sure if it was the beer and the wine that made our conversation flow or if it was just Jag’s loving nature.
Monster Cock: Roses are red. Violets are fine. You be the six, and I’ll be the nine.
I shake my head at Jag’s insane text. The man devoured me last night and this morning before heading out to the gym. He left at six in the morning to get his head in the right frame of mind.
Me: You did that this morning. Was it that forgettable?
Monster Cock: It was just a taste test.
Me: Focus, fighter. FOCUS!
Monster Cock: Layla will be at the gym early. Come join us around 3?
Me: I’d tell you I have to work, but I’m guessing you…
Monster Cock: Got you off! Hell yes, I did in more than one way.
Me: See you at 3! Xoxoxo
Monster Cock: Can’t wait to eat you…Love you, baby girl.
I toss the phone to the nightstand and shake my head. It’s going to be a long-ass day until the fight is over. My muscles crave the hot sex like after the last fight. Jag was on edge. His adrenaline and bruises pushed the sex way over the top. It’s always amazing, but Jag high on a fight makes it earth-shattering.
***
Layla isn’t as confident as she was at the first fight. I pick up on her nervous ticks of running her hands through her hair and then down her dark-washed skinny jeans. I was quite proud of how calm I was until she saddled up next to me. I know there’s way too much history between these two gyms. The hatred is palpable in the air rolling in the large gym.
It feels weird not to see the logo for Diablo’s Throne plastered on the walls along with their three signature words—Heart, Fire, and Desire. It has everything else a gym would have, including the octagon, but it still feels off somehow.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Layla leaps from our front row seat.
“What?” I stand up next to her, trying to look in the same direction.
Layla doesn’t answer me. She marches to a hall that leads back to the locker room. It’s not long before she reappears with Boss on her heels. I’ve never seen their resemblance until now. Their nostrils flare, chins held high, and eyes that are cold, harsh, and flinty.
I step back as they walk right past me. I can’t help but follow them, intrigued to what in the hell is going on. Someone or something has double-crossed the Diablos, and that means it’s a direct threat to Jag. This can’t be happening right now.
“You son of a bitch.” Boss flies forward, yanking a man down by his collar.
He doesn’t stop and drags him out of the gym to the front sidewalk. I follow the chaos, having a hell of a time keeping up. In the blink of an eye, I see an older Jag standing in front of Boss. A chill creeps up my spine. There’s no doubt this man is his father. The smug bastard has the nerve to smile and hold his head high in his Titan’s Tribe gear.
Boss is going to kill him. I do not doubt that. I’ve learned more of the depth of the abuse this man put Jag through. It wasn’t just being slapped around. Jag was harmed in ways no little boy should ever have to be. Parts of his past were impossible for me digest, not being able to comprehend it.
The evil seeping through the open air makes this man’s intentions clear as day. He’s here to ruin everything for Jag and the people who have supported him throughout the years.
“Something funny, motherfucker?” Boss shoves the man in the shoulder.
He holds his hands up as if he’s innocent in this whole scenario. “Just a man working at his new job.”
“Over my dead body,” Boss grits out, advancing on him. “You and I both know you’re here for one reason.”
“You talking about my son?” He jerks his head.
The man just sealed his death wish. Boss doesn’t say a word before cocking back his arm and striking the man in the jaw with brutal force. I’ve never seen someone strike a punch with so much hatred.
I don’t think before I move, racing back through the door and down the hall to the locker rooms. I have no idea what room Jag is in.
“Jag!” I scream his name over and over until a door opens and his head pops out. Cruz is right behind him. Their eyes grow wide and frantic when they see my state.
Shit. I need to calm down. Once I tell Jag what I have to say to him, he’ll be wound up enough.
“Boss.” I gasp for air. “He’s outside. Your—uh.”
I stumble over my words. I know that man isn’t Jag’s dad. He may have given Jag his DNA, but that’s where it ends.
“Sunni.” Jag steps up to me.
I shake my head and blurt it all out. “Your dad is here. Boss is going to kill him.”