His Good Girl

Chapter Fourty Four

I park on the side of the road, in front of a sketchy-looking bar. Being in this sketchy area of town honestly freaks me  out a bit. Dylan texted me to meet him here an hour ago and to bring some clothes to train in. I don't know if I'm doing the right thing by training and going back to who I was to take down a middle aged man, that just happens to be my Mum's friend but you know what, if it'll save my friends lives, then it's right.

I get out of my Dad's Honda Civic and open the trunk to take out my old black gym bag I used to use back in the day. Once I do, I close it and lock the car before heading into the bar. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol fill my nose as the sound of laughter and pool-balls hitting each other fill my ears. In the middle is a large wooden square bar with a lady about the same age as me in it, cleaning some of the glasses. I put my bag on one of the stools and I sit beside it.

"Your Victoria aren't you?" The lady asked, lifting her eyes to meet mine. She has dark skin with a cool African hairstyle. She has a those bull nose rings and a scar that cuts through her left eyebrow down to her cheek.

"Yeah, how do you know me?" I ask as she hands me a bottle of beer. I take it and take a gulp of it, the content temporarily burning my throat as it goes down.

"Abigail. Dylan said to expect you, plus we all know you're quiet a-" She starts.

"That's not who I am anymore. Someone is trying to threaten my friends life and that's the only reason why I'm here. After this, I'll have nothing to do with it" I said, taking another sip of the drink.

"Trust me, I've tried to escape this life, but when you're in it, it never seems to leave you alone. No matter, it'll always find it's way back to you, in the most unexpected ways" Abigail said as she wipes the counter.

Before I can answer her, Dylan comes through the kitchen doors, dressed in a black tank top and shorts.

"It seems you've met Abigail" He said, leaning his forearm on the counter so he's facing me.

"Yeah, I have. So we're gonna get this over or what?" I ask, taking a sip of the beer.

"Yup, follow me" He said, pushing himself off. I put down the beer and thank Abigail before grabbing my bag and following him.

We walk through the kitchen doors and through it before reaching another set of doors at the back. He opens it and it reveals a boxing ring in the middle. A giant mirror fills the wall behind it and some lockers on the side. A punching bag is in the corner of the room with a water system beside the door.

"You can put your stuff in the locker. Five minutes." He said as he moves to the shelf that sits on the other side of the room to wrap his hands.

I walk to the locker and put my bag on the bench and take out a water bottle as well as the black thing I use to wrap my hands. I take off my sweatpants so I'm in black booty shorts that I exclusively wear to train. I unzip my black sweater to reveal a black tank top and shove the sweater in my bag along with my sweatpants. I already have my hair tied up so I just put my bag in the cleanest locker I found. I sit on the bench and start to wrap my hands and I feel Dylan's piercing gaze, watching me.

"What do you want?" I ask, not leaving my eyes off of what I'm doing.

"Nothing. Just brings back memories, that's all" He replied as he leans against the wall, crossing his arms.

"Don't think about it too much," I said, as I finish my first hand and moving onto the other hand.

Once I'm done I get up and take a gulp of water before moving up a bit to warm up.

"Okay, punches?" He asks as he hands me a pair of black boxing gloves. I nod as we both walk towards the punching bag.

I take my stance, my left leg in front of the right, bringing my fists close to my face. I let out a breath before throwing a fast yet powerful jab into it. The contact makes a loud thud as the bag moves a bit. I throw a couple of more punches before starting to move around it, throwing in a hook here and there as I start to get into the rhythm. I start to feel the familiar feeling as the adrenaline starts to pulse through my veins, making my punches harder.