A son with the bad boy
She's a damn MILF.
I usually enjoy fights, but I hit to end it, so I can go home with Paige and our son. I'm blinded, fists fly at me and the other idiot doesn't even manage to touch me more than a couple of punches in the stomach. It's easy money for me, and before I know it, my wraps are stained with blood, and I stop attacking. That's it, it's over. From the other side of the gym, Apollo raises his finger at me and a stack of bills that we split in percentages.
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