2 Underground Boxers. Biggest underground competition in Chicago. Both are the ones to watch, expected to win. Bet on by everyone who knows of the league. Neither can afford to lose. One champion. Only one problem: they fall for each other.
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SJ's heart is in her throat and there's a part of her that regrets showing him. He'd see it eventually at the rate they're going and it's definitely easier to just show him rather than him finding out in the middle of having sex but she doesn't talk about it. There's so much that goes into that crest and Tom might push for more than she's willing to give him. But, he has burns on his back from Arthur and she needs to show him that she gets it. She understands at least some of his pain and what he's going through.
Tom's brows are pulled together and his forehead is creased while he holds onto SJ's arm. "What do you mean it's Arthur's family crest?"
SJ pulls her arm out of his grasp, resting her elbow on her hip. "So, without giving you the entire long backstory because that's not right now, basically, you know those wax pressers? Like what your Hogwarts letter would have been sealed with?"
Tom huffs and he can't help but almost laugh and close his eyes for a second at her reference. It's something so serious and she's going to go for a Harry Potter reference. "Mhm." Tom hums, opening his eyes.
"Okay, Arthur has some of those, so long story short, I've got his blinds pulled in his office--"
"You were in his office?" Tom's expression switches back to confusion.
"Do you wanna know how I got his family crest burned into my arm or why I was in his office?"
Tom sighs and he should have guessed he'd only be getting one explanation instead of two but it was worth a shot to ask. However, he will be bugging her about it because it's going to eat at him. His office of all places just seems like a weird place. Tom had kind of assumed they'd only known each other through the boxing but for her to be in his office, that would be mean they know each other on the outside. Just another question Tom has.
"Go on." Tom says and he rests an arm around her hip, pulling her a little closer to him.
"Well, the person who was supposed to save my ass, did not. Arthur barged in and saw me on his laptop so he pinned me down, took a lighter, held it the metal, and burned me because the guy who was supposed to save my ass helped him to save his own ass."
It takes everything in Tom not to start asking a thousand questions running through his head. She was working with someone but they turned on her and what does that even mean? Why even bother trying to get into his laptop and if he caught her, why not just report him? Why is everything so secretive? There's a lot going through his head but there's a look on SJ's face that says she has way too much going through her head. So, Tom opts for an easy question she might not have a problem with answering.
"Why don't you go to the police? It's his crest shouldn't they be able to help you?"
Of course going to the police could be a not-so-terrible idea. But, it's Arthur and the police don't like to mess with people with big names. Arthur has a big name, he brings in a lot of business for the city. Without anything concrete, it'd just be SJ's word against his. She's a no one and he's a someone.