Loving Kinnick (Rewritten)

We Are Kidnapping Bo

I leaned into the couch, sipping on a glass of water while I watched Bo dance in the distance. A large smile grew on her face as Chrissy twirled her around in circles. John attempted to hand me a glass of alcohol as I continued watching my curly-haired girl, but this wasn't like every other time I won a match. Bo doesn't like to drive, so I won't put her in a situation where she has to.

On the ride here, my girl didn't say a word. For someone who always had something to talk about, she kept silent on her side of the truck. Her fingers laced with mine, but the redness still tinted her cheeks, and she remained nervous to my touch. Instead of keeping my buttons undone, I had to keep the collar tight against my neck. Bo left bite marks on my shoulders where she cried into my skin.

I hadn't realized how long I had been staring at Bo until her little hand left her glass to wave at me. The corners of my lips tugged up as a large smile stole the expression on her lips. I sent her a wink as she stood in front of someone else, listening to them talk. Her bottom lip rolled into her mouth.

"This is some party, huh?" John stole my attention away from Bo.

I sucked in a deep breath, leaning back against the couch. "Yeah, thank you."

"You won the belt, kid. You deserve it."

"Heads up," Miles nodded to the group joining Bo. "It seems as though Trevor is hitting on your girl."

My head snapped up to see where my girl stood next to a smirking Trevor. Laughter left her lips as he talked down to her. I couldn't see what he was saying, and if I could, I am not sure if I could stop myself from approaching them. He had a thing for Bo the second he saw her. Just like every other piece-of-shit, we have come across.

"It seems like a lot of people do," John motioned to the hungry eyes.

I clench my glass. "As long as I'm around, they won't try anything."

Trevor's lips met the back of Bo's hand before he stalked towards me with a smirk on his face.

"I almost didn't recognize your girl. So, if she tells you I hit on her, it's true."

"Lovely," I spit. "How about you keep your distance, yeah?"

"Don't be so uptight," Trevor yanked at my collar. "What the hell happened to your shoulder?"

"Holy shit," Miles's eyes widened at the bite marks on my skin.

"Fuck off."

"You had sex with Bo?" John's hands found his hair to tug at it. "We have to keep this between us. Only us. Seth can't find out."

"You deflowered Seth's daughter!" Trevor cheered, clinking his glass to mine. "You're a dead man."

I placed my hand on his chest, putting a halt to his cheering. "If you say one more word, I will shove this glass so far down your fucking throat it will come out of your ass. Nothing happened and if I find out Bo heard about this, I'll put a bullet in your fucking heads."

"Jesus," Trevor mumbled. "I, at least, want the details before you do any of that."

Miles smacked the back of his head before I turned around. "Stop being stupid."

"Here she comes," John nodded toward the curly-haired girl stumbling toward us.

A little arm snaked around my back. Shivers ran up my spine as the spark only she gave me tickled my spine. Goosebumps raised on my skin from the warmth she fed me. I laid my arm across her shoulder, pulling her into my side so I could kiss the top of her head.

"What are you doing, baby?" I mumble into her hair.

Her head fell back to look at me with her thousand-watt smile. "I was missing you."

I brought my bottom lip into my mouth, giving her a large smile. "I missed you more. Do you want a drink?"

Her hand grabbed the back of my neck so I would lean down and connect our lips. She pulled away with flushed cheeks. My hand fell into hers, taking her away from our friend group.

"What do you want?" I stop the bartender from rushing her order.

"Nothing crazy," she climbs onto a barstool. "I don't want to drink if you can't."

"I've had a few," I shake my head. "Name your type."

"I don't really know anything about this kind of stuff."

"How about a Shirley Temple with alcohol?" I suggest. "I'll make him put extra cherries in it."

Her eager nods made me chuckle. Dan slid over a tall glass, bubbling with alcohol and Sprite. Cherries are stacked on top of one another. I couldn't even count how many he put in there. She caught the curly pink straw between her lips, making me suck in a deep breath.

I walked her back to our group of friends, where Charlie and Emily sat waiting with Chrissy. The second they saw Bo, they were dragging her away from me to dance. I instantly felt the coldness welcome me as she walked off.

"Kinnick," John called me to sit at our booth. "Come sit down, man. We have stuff to discuss."

Miles offered me a cigarette from his carton as he sat next to me. John started to talk as I placed the stick between my lips, letting the smoke fill the air as I lit the end. My head fell against the couch as I blew a cloud into the air. While he talked business, my eyes found Bo. Her hips rolled like waves as she held her drink in the air.

"Kinnick," John snapped his fingers.

My eyes rolled with annoyance. "What?"

"Vegas, what do you think?"

"What is the offer?"

"Fifty-million," he dropped the contract on the table.

My eyes tore away from my girl to look at John with furrowed eyebrows. I read over the contract below me, ensuring I heard what he said correctly. Tommy Jones is an undefeated fighter with an interesting fight history. I had heard of him before but wasn't interested in fighting him until I listened to the price.

"What is the risk?"

"You lose," he shrugged. "That is always the risk."

"Make it happen," I shrugged, taking a drag of the cigarette between my fingers.

"You understand how dangerous this could be, right? His striking power has ended a few careers -"

"Sign the contract, John."

"What is Bo going to think?" Miles leaned into me.

"She won't be there."

"She has been at every fight since she has started at the gym."

"Not this one."

"Vegas is twenty-one hours away," he reminded me. "Are you sure you can be that far from her?"

"I don't know," I rubbed my face. "Warren is still in town."

"I guess we are kidnapping Bo," Trevor sighed.

I crushed my cigarette into the silver platter as I stared at the curly-haired girl. "I guess so."