Tag Teamed

Chapter 8 & 9

Chapter 8

(Darius)

  "Sup, Boudica. I heard you kick some major ass last night. You need someone to spare with let me know. I'm always down to dance around a pretty girl." One of the fighters named Alec says making me laugh. He is a tall guy at about six-foot four, weighing in at about two hundred and forty-five pounds of muscle and tattoos, with a pale bald head and is sporting a pair of cut off sweats with no shirt or shoes on. 

  This dude has no idea what kind of girl she is, but then again neither do I. All I know is that the little comment he just made will not fly around her.

  "Oh, thats so kind of you, but I don't dance honey, I kick ass. And if I am called pretty girl again, you will be the next person to witness its aftermath." Bo says with a smirk and goes straight to Andrew's office.

  "Damn, I like this chick already. But what she mean by that?" he asks me dumbfounded.

  "She don't like being called shit like that man, and she socked me in the jaw last night real good. Like head reared back good. But I was only trying to help her out. That woman has hands on her dude, and Andrew wants her to be my tag team partner. But he also wants us to fight each other in three days. Actually, it was her idea in the first place." I tell him because I need some...some what? Advice? Help? An escape? 

  I don't know. Maybe I just need to get it off my chest.

  "What the hell, dude? You can't fight a chick. Are you crazy? And you don't even do tag team matches. Are you in some kind of trouble with Andr-?"

  "You don't think I know that. I don't want to, but she wants to do it, we spoke about it last night anyway and both think we can handle it. And no, dude, I have no idea what his motives are. He says I didn't do anything, maybe he is doing this to challenge me or something. I have no clue but I intend to see it through." I say cutting him off and walking over to the office that Bo is now coming out of. "You done?" I ask her.

  "Yea, lets go." she says and starts to head back to the car.

  This morning was very quiet if I may say. I had woken up about a quarter after eight to a buzzing sound coming from my dresser. It was Titus letting me know that he and Bo were both eating breakfast and chatting, that all was fine, but to wake my ass up. I was showered and dressed in less than ten minutes. Black jeans, black T shirt and my boots. As I made my way to the kitchen on the first floor I saw Titus and Bo in the living room chatting about music. My guess is that she already won his heart, too. I mean, she has Kenna's and now Titus's, not mine, yet. She was in her jeans that she had on yesterday and her jacket now on also. But it seems as though she still had my shirt on. She also had her boots on, and hair pinned back in a sleek ponytail.

  "Mornin." I say from the threshold crossing my arms in front of me.

  "Morning, bother." says Titus turning around looking at me smiling.

  "Morning." says Bo also turning with a smile.

  "What ya'll talking about over here?" I ask.

  "We were just talking about what kind of music, Bo here listens to. Did you know that she went to one of my concerts at the pub last week with our dear sister. And she said that she loved it. Didn't you, Bo?" Titus says with an admiring smile etched across his tanned face. Titus is a bit lighter than I am with dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, muscular build about two-hundred and fifteen pounds, is a fighter by day, and musician by weekend. We have similar features but he looks more like our mother. He is wearing some ripped, faded blue jeans, with a black button down shirt open at the top. One would say that my brother is charming, but i say he is charmingly annoying.