The Boxer Chapter 21 Novels & Stories

I said and went to punch him straight across the face, which he easily dodged by taking a step back. “To beat me, Eve, I am afraid you have to do a little better than that, even Sandra who I have given multiple chances to hit me has failed all the time, I don’t expect you to do any better,” he said with confidence. I was red in the face with rage. I threw my bag on the floor and hit the ground with a dull thud. I had to teach this smug son of bitch a lesson. I got into my boxing stance just as dad had taught me. Both hands up to the chin turned into fists. My fists would be the last thing Maverick would see before he departs to another galaxy.

the announcer shouted. The crowd went wild with applause. I frowned as I looked at 'Boxer' in the ring. The match was really weak and messy. I've seen better fights before. 'Boxer' took the microphone from the surprised announcer. "I challenge Moretti! " His rough voice quieted the crowd as they all turned to look at me. What a jerk. I kept my cold stare on him while bringing the joint to my lips again. I nodded slightly. Vix stepped to the front of our booth. "Don’t challenge her! " she warned on my behalf.

The boxer came forward, slow, cocky, dragging his feet like she wasn’t even worth the effort. Elena’s breath came fast. Her heart thundered. He threw a lazy punch toward her face. She ducked. Missed. He laughed. “Cute,” he said. “But you’re in my world now, little girl.” Elena didn’t answer. She kept dodging. Kept moving. He threw another punch. She slid under it. Another. She ducked low, crawling between his legs. The men howled with laughter. Even the boxer chuckled, turning around. “You think you’re smart, huh?”

He struggled hard trying to break from Shane. Without thinking twice Xayne moved at him and sent a powerful punch on at his lower abdomen causing him to cough out blood. "That's my girl, you're the boxer". Shane compliment. "I'm the boxer". Xayne said with a smirk. She punched his face and he groaned angrily. "Let me do the rest, Luv". Shane said and snapped the man's neck. He dropped dead to the ground and Xayne gasped. "You shouldn't have....". "Killed him". Shane cuts in sharply.

I snap my eyes back to my uncle and a rush of gratitude runs through me that he’s not lying or sugar coating this to make me feel better. “Luca could get seriously hurt if he fights,” Roger says, holding my gaze. “Well, don’t let him fight!” I gasp, spinning back to the edge of the box, leaning over it and staring horrified at Luca, who pushes himself up from the ropes and moves to the center of the ring, where the Atalaxian boxer is moving as well.

As I couldn’t play both sides, I chose the guy in the blue corner, the one I knew, Red Viper. The match started and I confirmed that he had truly improved. His footwork and punches, oh my. One would think he was a boxing champion. His opponent wasn’t easy either. From their moves, I could tell they were used to each other. The first round ended and both boxers took a break. Baxter came to me, a bottle of water in his right hand. “What do you think about Red Viper?” Baxter asked. “He is definitely better than before,” I replied. “I can’t believe he is the same person I used to beat up four years ago.”

Our eyes locked for a moment, and the pain I saw in them was so raw it made my steps falter. “We rescued him and fifteen others from an illegal dogfighting ring. We think he broke more than one bone, but he’s not allowed any of us near.” I still remembered her desperate tone as they tried to help him. Boxer was snarling at anyone who got close, wobbling weakly on his feet. Fear and pain radiated from him.

I manage to nail him once right in the jaw, then he shoves me hard in the chest, and this time I do fall back, smacking the back of my skull against the pier railing. Calester looks a little startled, like he didn’t quite mean to do that. Then his face hardens, and he says, “Where’s the watch, you fucking degenerates?” “We don’t have your watch,” Sebby says, spitting blood onto the wooden boards of the pier. I do have the watch. But I’m not giving it to this gaping asshole. The boxer grabs Sebby by the hair and cracks him across the jaw again. The blow is so hard that for a second the light goes out of Seb’s eyes. He shakes his head to clear it, but he looks dazed.

"Wondered when you'd show up!" Jonathan almost chuckled. "Here we go." Charles dodged back, then forward, then to the side, his blows coming swift and hard. The other boxer didn't see it coming. Charles was finally displaying himself to advantage. The crowd cheered, and the men were shouting wagers on the quickly changing odds.

My brother wasn’t usually the warm and fuzzy kind so it came as a big shock to me that he’d actually given me a small piece of advice. I didn’t say anything as he wheeled away to go announce the names. But he was right. Mr. Boxer was over three hundred pounds of muscle and thus, his moments were slower. All that muscle did slow him down but only by a fraction of a second. So all I needed to do was avoid getting hit at all costs and get in a few jabs where it would hurt the most. Right then, the crowd went wild as the names were announced and the boxer entered the ring. I smirked.