Dirty Games Off Ice
He looked pissed, shoulders up, fists already balled.
The boxer turned, still holding that finishing punch back. “Mind your own business, kid.”
“Mind my own? That’s my teammate…. Well, low key rival but we're from the same school and you’re beating the shit out of him ,” Jax snapped, stepping between us fast. “Walk away or we got a problem.”
The boxer laughed once, short and mean. “You want some too? Fine.”
And then they went at it. Jax threw first, solid right that caught the guy on the jaw same place I’d hit earlier. The boxer fired back quickly, but Jax ducked and came up with a left that landed clean.
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