Novel & Cerita What Was Jinx's Score On The Boxing Machine

“That’s it, Mr. Champion-Boxer-of-All-Six-East-Chinean-States? You’re a joke. Can’t even dodge literally the first kick I threw! How the hell did you even win your matches? Or is the name of your backwater town ‘All Six States of East Chinea’?” Javier’s putdown rubbed salt on Guy’s wound. Rage then bubbled inside of him. In all of his boxing matches, the fight only began when the bell rang. No one was ever dishonorable enough to deal a sneak attack before the fight was meant to begin. Hell, there were rules in the ring, and kicking someone’s groin was a cheap shot below the belt. Literally! Pleased with the way he mocked him, Javier flicked his finger against Guy’s forehead and turned away w

"Not bad. Keep it up tomorrow." I participated in a boxing match every night for the next three days. I behaved like a rabid dog every time I got into the ring, using every trick I had up my sleeve to win. I bit my opponents, jabbed my fingers into their eyes, and kicked their groins. I was covered in bruises, but I was alive. On the fourth night, I overheard a conversation from the next room when I was bandaging my wounds backstage. One of the voices belonged to Jordan.

I wasn’t about to let everyone down. I got into the ring and the hairs at the back of my neck rose. He was much more muscular than me, and then the scrowl etched on Jax’s face right now, I almost considered thinking about my choice. It was however too late to back down. I got the lowest I expected from Jax. No, I never even expected it. He was so damn sloppy he took me less than two minutes to get rid of him… and so easily, I won.

At one point, I looked over and it read, 105mph. The warriors walked up and ripped his shirt off and his cut his pants off his legs, leaving him in only his boxers. “Were you put under as a spy from Alpha Marc?” “Just kill me because you aren’t getting shit from me!” Judd spit. His eyes never left the machine as Alpha Rip bend over and picked up a ball. Placing it in the machine, the ball flew out and hit Judd in the stomach. Instantly, spit went flying as Judd doubled over in agonizing pain. By the time he sat up, his stomach had already formed a light blue spot where the ball hit. I could even see marks from the stitches on the ball.

Then I needed to get back to the boxing club, to get my training done for my next match. I said goodbye to them, as they booed me for leaving so soon. But then one of the babies found my boxing match online. "Fuck Gary, is this really you?" Jacqueline asked as she showed me the footage of my latest match. I was still the proud owner, of the upper eyebrow stitch for that match. "Yup. That's me, got stitches from that." As I pointed them to my left eyebrow. I grinned at them and then waved goodbye to all. They were still busy passing Jacqueline's phone to see my match.

The message was loud and clear. After the last spectators cleared out and the lights dimmed, the place went quiet except for the low hum of the overhead bulbs. Jax climbed back into the cage, still shirtless, shorts low on his hips, blood and sweat glistening on his scarred, tattooed body. “Get in here, pretty boy,” he called, voice rough and commanding. I slipped through the cage door. The chain-link rattled behind me as it closed. We were completely alone now, locked inside the same ring where he had just beaten a man half to death.

Before I could breathe, the dummy punched me in the stomach and launched me across the training hall like a human missile. I hit the mat and groaned. Zaiden stood and clapped. “Beautiful flight. Graceful. Ten out of ten.” Zyran nodded. “I’d give her an eight.” “Why eight?” Zaiden scowled. “She didn’t stick the landing.” I lifted a hand weakly. “I’m right here, you know.” Dax crouched beside me, brushing my hair away from my face. “Up.” “No.” “Up, Violet.”

[Clan Gym] Loud and Jinx are inside with scanty other mobsters, exercising late. It's only peaceful like this at night, which is why Loud prefers night visitation to mornings. He's on the cable machine while Jinx is on the upright bike, both sweating as heavy exhales escaped their stressed nostrils. "Shouldn't we stop now?" Jinx's voice barely came out. "One more minute," Loud inhaled. "You said that thirty minutes ago too, fûcker." Jinx swallowed, getting down from the bike.