𝓢𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

 I used to be nice when the world was kind to me. Now...now I don't have a clue who I am, only what I want to do. One day I wish to become a world-renowned writer, but for now, I am a popular reporter, which is a stepping stone to my big dream. With popularity comes danger and a worrying parent. I've been stalked before, but nothing too serious...until now. I got a letter in the mail, to my address, stating the following "We're coming for you." I don't know how I'm going to talk my dad out of getting me a bodyguard now.

"Dad, it's fine, it's probably just some idiot kid playing a prank." My dad has always been a worrier.

"Athena, this is serious, what if it's not a joke, we should take this seriously. This isn't the first time something like this has happened. I don't want you to get hurt."

I huffed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "I know, dad. What do you expect me to do? Hire a bodyguard to follow me around 24/7? I have a job to do."

"A job you won't be able to do if you're dead." My dad raised his voice because of my reluctance. "I already have a guy, he's a trained professional. I'll even pay the expenses, so you won't have to worry about that."

Taking a deep breath, I think about my options. A. Keep being stubborn and tell my dad no (and he'll just keep bugging me about it as he has). or B. Agree right now, so my dad can have some peace of mind. "Fine. Hire him, but you're paying for him...I can't afford it."

"Yes, of course, honey." I can hear the smile in his voice.

"Who is this guy anyway?" If I'm going to have this guy around all the time, it might help to know his name.

"Dante Black. Professional boxer and bodyguard extraordinaire. His ring name is Jawcrusher. I'll give you the name of where he works, I believe it'd be better if you hire him. With a face like yours, he's sure to say yes."

 "Feet apart. Shoulders square. Guard your chest." He does exactly as I say and when he punches the bag you can visibly see the improvement. "Alright, good. We'll pick up again next week." I hit him on his back a few times, as a sign of 'good job'.

I step out of the rink, ready for this long day to be over. He was my last client of the day. Stretching my shoulders, making a grunting sound. "Jawcrusher, you ready for your match coming up?"

I chuckle, "When am I ever, not ready?" I give him a sinister smile.

"I've looked at his stats, his right hooks and jabs may not be that powerful, but his stamina is outstanding." He almost looks worried.

"Don't insult me. I bet you 50 bucks I'll knock him out...first round." I raise my eyebrows a bit, extending my hand, initiating a handshake for the bet.

He looks at me with an amused look, nodding his head while shaking my hand. "Alright, you've got yourself a deal. You better keep up your end of the bet, when you lose."

I give him my hundred-dollar smirk, "Of course, I'm a man of my word."

He smiles back, hitting me on the shoulder a few times before departing. Raising my shirt to wipe the sweat off my face. I walk towards the showers, "I'm so ready to go home." I mutter to no one in particular.

"Hey Dante, I need to talk to you." What? This person got a death wish or something? 

   My dad sent me a text with all of the information. 'Jones' Boxing Center' is the place where this Dante or Jawcrusher hangs out a lot. I make my way across the street; I reach my hand out to open the door when someone from inside swings it open and almost hits me, "Watch out, princess." I roll my eyes and huff as I reach for the door again and stomp inside.

I look around, and there are 3 different rings, where people are hitting each other. There's also a variety of exercise machines and weights. A tall, muscular guy with tattoos walks past me, "Uhm, hey wait." He stops and turns around with an intense look on his face, "S-sorry, I was looking for a guy named Dante Black, do you know him?"

He grunts and nods his head slightly, "Yeah, I know him. No one calls him by his name, he goes by Jawcrusher." He cranes his head around the building. Searching. "He's over there." He points to a guy with tattoos, covering his body. All I see is a muscular back and dark hair descending.

I turn back around to face the tall, gruff guy, "Thanks." I smile, holding out my hand to shake his, "Athena Maddson, nice to meet you... "

"Noah Jones." He grunts. Still not shaking my hand. I lower my hand to not look like an idiot. A large hand wraps under my fingers. He pulls my hand up and to his mouth, kissing the top of my hand. This giant, intense guy just kissed my hand?

I can feel my cheeks burn and I slowly pull my hand away giving him a short smile, nodding as I walk a little closer to the Dante guy. "Hey Dante, I need to talk to you," I shout across the arena, earning lots of looks from a variety of men and women. All I hear is a deep chuckle behind me. As I turn to see, Noah is walking out of the door.