He's mine (ON HOLD)

Chapter Seven

The smell of blood filled the air as I approached the building. I looked around at the familiar surroundings. I walked inside the run-down building. I jogged the few flights of stairs that led to the basement. I knocked six times and said ring. The rusted door opened to show a boxing ring surrounded by wealthy men.

This building was once a nice hotel until the owner of the fighting ring bought it. He made it look disgusting to insure nobody ever went inside. He spread the word that a new ring was open. It quickly got to me and I've been going here ever since.

I go to the sign-up sheet and scribble my name down. I feel all the eyes staring at me as I walk to the edge of the ring. The two men inside the ring are circling each other. I get bored at the lack of punches and blood.

A dude named Macho ended up winning the fight. "Our next fighters are Man Cub versus Royal. Fighters come to the ring." The announcer says over the intercom.

I jump into the ring and head to my corner. Man Cub looks about 6'4 and 360 pounds. He will be slow compared to myself, but will have heavy hits. I crack my knuckles and smirk. I noticed everyone betting on Man Cub, that just means more money for me to win.

The fight starts and we circle each other. Man Cub moves first, but I quickly move away. He runs towards me and tries to land a right hook. I duck down and come back with an upper cut to his jaw. He stumbles back in shock. I take this opportunity to kick his stomach. He lands on his back with a heavy thud. His face turns red when he gets up. Once again, he rushes me and I quickly take a few steps to the side. I strike a quick punch to his nose. When I pull back, he has a bloody nose. He wipes the blood away. I quickly run behind him and as he turns around I lend a strike to his temple. He drops to the ground and doesn't move. The announcer takes my hand. "The winner is Royal." I go to the bookie and collect my bag.

I walk the rest of the way to my house. I go inside and lock all the windows and doors. I go into my room. I lock the door and go to the wall. I pull the tile away and place my pointer finger against the lock pad. The safe pops open revealing a money counter and already stacked money. I go into the bag and start straightening the money.

Once the money counter finishes, the total is $36,954. I smile and place the money on top of the other stacks. I lock the safe back and move towards my bed. I lay down and stare at the ceiling. Today was a good day. This is how I made all my money, but I would never tell anyone that.

I let myself fall into a dreamless sleep.

The morning comes all too quickly. I stretch and check my phone. De'Quan hasn't text me since he left yesterday. "You ok?" I text him quickly

I get up and go to the bathroom I switch out my piercings for new ones. I go into my closet and grab a pair of ripped skinny jeans. I slip my pants on and zip up the zipper. I put on a spaghetti strap tank top and tuck it into my pants. I put a leather jacket over and leave it open. I put on my black, heeled boots and lace them up. I do my hair in boxer braids. I apply my winged eyeliner and some nude lip gloss.

I walk out the house and to my car. I roll my windows down. I drive down the streets and go to Paradise Dragstrip. I love competing in these races. I always wondered why there are more women watching drag racing instead of competing. I pull up and register myself. Usually a 17-year-old wouldn't be able to compete, but I know the man who runs the event and he gives me a pass.

I pull up to the starting line and look at the other driver. All of them are men with fancy cars. I smirk and get ready. The light turns green and I press down on the gas. I accelerate faster than the other cars. I pass the finish line first and hit the brakes. I smile. The speed is exhilarating.