Who doesn't love a bad girl?

Chapter 9

DANNY

"Hey, Dan, you up yet?"

I yawned. Why wasn't he in bed with me? Damn, early bird.

"I am now. Why are you up?"

"Because my body won't let me sleep for more than like eight hours at a time. It's like a personal alarm clock in my head." He chuckled.

Adorable.

What? Shit, what was getting into me?

"Come back to bed. We don't have to sleep." I said with a wink.

"As much as I would love to do exactly that, I have to work out. And before you say that I'd burn enough calories in bed, I have a fight tomorrow. I'm afraid that sex just won't cover it. You're welcome to get some sleep, and stay. Sloane's spending the night with a pump and dump. He won't be home until tomorrow. I'll be back late though, so just go to bed if I'm not home by 10." I nodded and he kissed me on the cheek before leaving.

PAX

I'm fighting this dude, I think his name's Harmon. I'd never heard of him but apparently he's big. Normally that doesn't concern me, but big in his case is 6"9 and 352 lbs of pure muscle, no doubt.

My fight's in three hours. I've got enough time. I'm not televised or anything, honestly I use street fighting to pay the bills. Fighting is just a hobby. I want to be a personal trainer, but you have to be in the game for so long until you get recognized. Thankfully though, this isn't just a street fight, if you will. It's more of a street-box, my area of expertise.

DANNY

As soon as Pax said he had a fight, I knew I should go. I know he wouldn't want me to, hell, I wasn't sure if I wanted to, but I knew I had to. Even if it kills me to see him get hurt.

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As Pax's ring started to get more and more crowded, I started to get more and more anxious. I'm still not positive who he's fighting, but I know he's big.

"Listen up, and get ready bitches. This is a knockout round. The fight doesn't stop until someone is unconscious."

WHAT?!?!? THOSE FIGHTS HAVE TO BE REQUESTED AND AGREED TO BY BOTH FIGHTERS!!! IS THIS WHY HE DIDN'T WANT ME TO COME?!?

"Our fighters to night are Pax Tate Carter, and Jeremy Tate Harmon!!!"

HARMON?!? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??? THAT GUY IS FUCKING INSANE!!! HE HASN'T LOST A FIGHT IN 12 YEARS!!!!

"And this is when we start round 1 of tonight's 3 round fight. Carter, Harmon, BEGIN!"

The crowd erupted in cheers, and I knew I couldn't let pax see me. The last thing he needed was distraction. I stole some dudes hat, put it on, and left as calmly as I could. I opened the first door I saw, and memories came flooding back to me. The private PT room. This room will never be the same to me.

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I heard people start to leave, and I took that as my cue to go back to the ring. I held my breath, not knowing who got knocked out, and sighed of relief when I saw Harmon's large frame spread out on the white pad, stained with what I hoped was his own blood.

Pax wasn't in a very much better state, and my eyes widened as I took in the bloody mess that my baby's face was in.

Wait. Baby? Calm down Danny.

His nose looked a little crooked. Not broken, but wiggled out of place. The area under and around his left eye was starting to turn a deep pink. His bottom lip was busted right down the center, and the piercing on his eyebrow had been ripped out. What a shame. That thing was so sexy.

Pax lifted his head and I saw a wave of panic flash through him when he saw me.

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Hey guys! I know this is short, but I've been having writers block, and I figure that half a chapter is better than no chapter. Sorry!