Mannnn, LMAO. There's a time skip later in the chapter. A few actually. Next chapter is the big reveal!!!!! 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊
Enjoy. I know I will. 😊
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Miami, Florida. January 26th, 2024. Unedited.
Amon laid across Onyx's lap, holding his phone sideways above his face. He furrowed his brows as he focused while Onyx was on his laptop, working. "You're torturing yourself, Mon."
"I know." He mumbled softly, watching highlights of the opponent he was supposed to face in a couple of months. "I was supposed to have been in training, I keep putting that shit off and now I gotta work twice as hard."
"Well whose fault is that?" Onyx questioned, focusing on his computer screen. He glanced down at Amon and he rolled his eyes, turning so his face was towards Onyx's knees. "Don't get mad at me because you're the reasons for your own problems."
"I don't wanna hear that right now."
"Too bad." Onyx chuckled, "I know you can push yourself. I know how hard you work, I've seen it for myself. I feel like you're scared, nervous. You haven't been in the ring for that long since you've been out and you're already starting to make a name for yourself. We go out and a couple people would stare at us, them lil' ass groupies that be at the meets and fights now, you making half a million dollars in less than six months, you got this shit in bag, Mo." He took his hand and rubbed Mo's arm before going back to scrolling.
Amon laid there, staring at the video but he zoned out. "Thank you. I um,"
"I love you too, Bull." Onyx whispered, a small smile spreading across both of their faces.
No matter how hardbody Onyx became, no matter how many bodies he caught, he would always have the biggest soft spot for his little brother. Amon meant the entire world to him.
He felt terrible about what he said to him, the threat he made. He's apologized to Amon and Amon honestly did forgive him, especially because they talked it out and Onyx agreed with what Amon was told.
No matter what, the boys would have each others backs until the very end.
Amon sat up and Onyx lifted his arms so Mo could fully sit up in his own seat. He moved his chair closer to the desk and suddenly wrapped his arms around him, squeezing tight while keeping his eyes open. "I'm so sorry, Onyx." Mo whispered.
Onyx of course hugged Amon back just as tight but with a confused look on his face. But not only confused, concerned. "Sorry for what?"
Mo let him go and clenched his jaw, feeling tears well up into his eyes. "It's all my fault." He mumbled, "I ruined everything." He shrugged as his voice cracked.
