Solovey {COMPLETED}

Part 10

My office was warmed up and I enjoyed the quiet atmosphere. I quickly read through a few chapters, not watching the time fly. I sipped on the black coffee I made and slowly ate the piece of cake that I cut before hand.

I neared the end of the book without noticing. I didn't look at the clock, but got up and dressed, deciding to roam Birmingham. Putting on my cap and coat, I walked out into the cold air. I lit a cigarette and started walking towards my car.

I drove towards the city, the soft rock playing in the background. I parked behind the Garisson, figuring I'll easily find it later. Stepping out of my car, I started my walk.

After maybe an hour of aimless walking, I stumbled upon a fighting ring. Deciding it won't do me any harm to work-out just a bit, I walked in. A man that was writing at the entrance stopped me.

˝We ain't letting no girls in 'ere.˝ He said, his hand resting on my chest. He smirked.
˝Unless...˝ He started.

˝No, I'm not here to act as a sex doll. I'm here to fight.˝ I said, swatting his hand away. He laughed, but before he said anything, I put a roll of money on the table before him. He stopped laughing. He took the roll and coughed.

˝Oi! Take her to the changing room... And if any of you touch her, you'll have problems.˝ He yelled and I followed with a smirk.

I took of my suit, having thankfully worn a sports bra and biker shorts. The only time my laziness came in handy. Bare foot, I walked out tying my hair on the way. Men whistled, but I ignored them, my only goal being to get in the ring and fight. The man from before came up to me and stopped me.

˝You might want to skip this fight.˝ He said and I raised my brow.

˝Don't worry about me.˝ I said and stepped in. I stopped in my tracks, stunned to see who my opponent was. Arthur stood on the other side, in pair of shorts and shirtless. We share a look and I get in a fighting stance. He does the same and our fights begins.

We circled each other for short while until Arthur threw a punch. I easy dodged and lifted my leg. I swatted at his arm, getting closer meaning to land a hit. My left knee, although not my dominant, landed a hit to his stomach. He pulled back and I got closer once again. I threw a right hook and he stumbled. I felt bad for going all out on him, but the adrenalin kicked in and I didn't stop. Next I delivered a right cross and then an uppercut. To finish off my offence I did a side-kick and he fell to the ground. I climb on top of him, straddled his waist. I raise my clenched fist above my head, ready to deliver a finishing blow. But there is only one sound ringing, but not the one of bone cracking. It was my laugh.

I stood up, still laughing, and stretched my arm out to Arthur. Sounds of confusion were heard all throughout the ring as Arthur placed his hand in mine.
Before I could say a word, I was pulled to his chest.

˝Drinks? On me?˝