Secrets of a Good(ish) Girl

Chapter 2 - Kira's POV - Don't Let Him Hit You

It was nearly ten o'clock when Dex's phone rang. He read the message before muttering out, "shit, shit, shit." Greg and I gave him worried looks. "Sorry, I've gotta go." He stood up.
"What's up?" I asked, sitting up properly.
"Totally forgot I've got a fight tonight." He replied.
"Against?" I questioned. He froze, this couldn't be good.
"Jones." I tensed and I could tell beside me Greg was doing the same. Of course, neither of us believed Jones had a chance of beating Dex. It was the knowledge that if Jones is fighting Dex then Tyson couldn't be far away. Tyson was Jones' boss and for some reason, he'd taken an interest in my brother. He was always trying to recruit him but obviously Dexter always refused. He would never leave his men to work under that arsehole.
"Do you need us to come with you?" Greg asked. Dex shook his head.
"Well too bad because we are coming," I told him, shutting off any attempts he had of arguing. "Give me 10 minutes and we can go." With that, I headed upstairs and got changed.

"This is a bad idea," Dex told me, running his hand through his hair.
"It is fine; no one is going to recognise me," I stated. The two of us, plus Greg, were approaching 'Fryer's Gym'.
"She's right. The only people here who go to school are with us. Plus, even if they did, Kira looks completely different." Greg, thankfully, took my side. I'd swapped my oversized hoodie and baggy trousers for a black leather mini skirt, red lace body suit and black stilettos. I'd also ditched my glasses, put on some make up and taken my hair out of its messy bun. No one at school paid enough attention to me to recognise me in this outfit.
"Fine but if anything happens, you and Greg are out of there. Got it?" Dex demanded.
"Yes sir," I replied with a mock salute. Dex sighed and we walked in.

The basement of Fryer's Gym was definitely not one of my favourite places to be. As soon as you opened the door to the underground ring, you were hit with smoke-filled air and the stench of sweat, booze, and blood. At first, I was always surprised how full this place no matter what night we came. But then I realised it wasn't like any of these guys has a regular 9 to 5 job. Dex went to get ready while Greg and I headed towards the bar. Greg ordered for both of us. "Was starting to think Dex wasn't gonna show tonight," the barman said as he made our drinks. He knew exactly who Greg was, after a few times here you start to learn who is loyal to whom. I looked around the room, seeing familiar faces, and their lackeys standing by.
"Just lost track of time," Greg explained.
"This your girl?" The bartender asked, indicating to me. I had to stop myself from bursting out laughing. He clearly didn't recognise me from last time. If anyone needed proof I was unrecognisable this was it, pretty sure he was hitting on me last week. Greg quickly denied his comment, I would almost have been offended if I didn't know better. I grabbed my vodka and coke before turning to examine the room again. The first time Dex and the boys brought me to Fryer's I expected it to be filled with middle-aged mobsters and their underlings, all causing problems. I wasn't completely off. Fryer's was neutral ground so there were plenty of gang members and leaders here. However, there were also those who didn't belong to a gang and probably didn't know half the shit that goes on in this place. Greg and I stayed at the bar and watched a couple of fights, waiting for Dex's turn. I knew the majority of the fighters taking part tonight. New contestants only happened when some young guy stumbled into a gang and had to prove his worth. This wasn't an easy game to get out of so most guys keep fighting until their bodies gave up on them. Looking at the older fighters, who seemed near that stage, I prayed to anyone who was listening that this wasn't my brother's future.

When the announcer finally called Dexter's name, Greg and I moved closer to the ring. Dexter stood in one corner and Jones was standing in the other. Neither of them had gloves or mouth and head guards. Safety was not anyone's main concern here. On the contrary, the more blood that gets spilled the louder the crowd gets. It wasn't surprising that the match ended with Jones on the floor and the ref holding Dexter's hand up. Then, just like at the end of every fight, there was the exchange of money between spectators. Why people even bothered betting against Dex I'll never understand. I scanned the crowd for the thousandth time in the last five minutes looking for Tyson, but he was nowhere to be found. "Don't worry," Greg said to me. "I heard a couple of guys saying that Tyson wasn't here tonight, yet anyway." I instantly relaxed and let go of a breath I didn't know I had been holding.

"Greg, Kira!!" I turned around to find some of the guys coming towards us. There was Tom who was towering over the others, and Hank, whose excessively muscular frame forced people nearby to move out of his way. Poor Colin looked tiny next to the two of them. But his blue hair, which was styled in a way that his fringe practically covered his left eye, caused people to stop and stare at him as much as they did with the others. I hugged each of them individually, lingering on Tom and Hank as I didn't even get to see them at school. They all greeted Greg too, it wasn't as big a deal for him to see them. I looked towards the ring to see Dex heading over.

"Well done," I said as he reached us. I didn't enjoy seeing my brother injure other people, but it was unarguable that he was good at what he did. "But you shouldn't have let him hit you so many times in the jaw," I told him grabbing his chin and lifting his head up.
"My apologies." He retorted jerking his head out of my grasp. I smiled at him and turned back to my drink.
"Where's the others?" I questioned, noticing no one else joined us.
"Are we not good enough for you, Kira?" Tom feigned being hurt. I just laughed at him.
"Jackson is on a job; Mitch is still in bad shape from his fight last night and Joe is still hanging," Hank told me.
"And I hope Lee is in bed." They gave a small laugh, knowing there was no chance he was.
"He's still annoyed you won't let him come here," Colin said, looking at his phone. I rolled my eyes.
"He's literally a child, no way I'm letting him be here." The boys all turned to Dex.
"Don't look at me. You try arguing with her on this one."

We watch more fights while having a few more drinks. I saw the others all occasionally scanning the room. I knew they, like me, were keeping an eye out for Tyson. We were all worried about what would happen if he tried to talk with Dex again. For us, an encounter with Tyson never ended in anything but blood. I went to speak to Colin, but my attention was caught by a boy standing across the room. Our eyes locked and a part of me felt like I knew him. That's when it clicked in my head. "Fuck." I muttered. "Greg, we gotta go," I told him. All five of them turned to me.
"Why?" Colin asked.
"Because standing right over there is Sebastian Jeffors. A guy from our school and he just noticed me, but I don't think he recognised me so let's leave before he does." Dexter followed my gaze and spotted Sebastian too.
"Yup, time to go." He said, I sighed in relief, and we left. Greg volunteered to stay back with the others and to cover if anyone asked where Dexter has gone. "This is why you shouldn't have come," Dex told me as we reached the truck.
"Not the time for I-told-you-so." All I could think on the journey home was 'Why the hell was Sebastian Jeffors at an underground boxing ring?'

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Sooooo, here's chapter 2. Hope you all enjoyed it, let me know your thoughts!! 
Anyone want to guess why Sebastian is there?? The answer is in the next chapter hahaha. 

Thanks again for reading I really do hope people are enjoying it

-KMell00