I glared at the dude, "Nah, some prick told me to come here." His name is Ace Reyes, top mobster. "You must be Jay, the fuck does he see in you." I looked around, "Dunno, don't care." "Alright bigshot, get in the ring I wanna see what you can do." I got in, another fella got in too. "Take your shirt off." I glared at the fella who called me bigshot, "No." He scoffed, "Alright, Marco don't go easy on him."
I dislike all the attention but it's fine. We got to hitting, he a heavyweight. I'm quick on my feet, can't say the same for Marco. I took him down, looked at that prick. He was surprised, as were others. I wiped my face, my shirt was obviously a little bloody and I watched as Ace and three others walked to the front of the crowd. He grinned, "Eric I told you this boy was gold, and he's quick too."
Eric, or the guy who called me bigshot frowned, "Sir, how can you trust him?" "Can't, he's unpredictable. Jayden, take your shirt off, change into this one." He threw me a shirt, I'm not too fond of everyone seeing my scars. Ace frowned, "Get to it." I frowned, no eye contact with nobody I don't like this. I took the shirt off, threw the other one on. One of the men with him said, "Where'd you get all them scars from?" I glared at him, "None of your business."
