"This is my life forever," I cried. "If you can't handle what I do then maybe you should leave!"
short story ;))
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"Who are you," I asked. We heard a loud gasp coming from behind us, we see dad running up to us. Then he cleared his throat. "Son, this is the man that created this meeting. Oscar this is Mr. Cuchillo, Mr. Cuchillo this is the man himself." He stood next to him as I shook his hand.
"Cuchillo as, knives?" I cleared my throat. "As in, Cuchillo, the head of the Santos," Cesar coughed. He nodded. "Shall we begin the meeting," Dad nodded and walked him to the meeting room." Oscar, your life can after this," Marisol smiled. I nodded. "Let's go," Tony and Francisco walked in front of us as Marisol and I stayed in behind them, hold each other's hand.
As we walked in, we all sat down at an oval table. It was Mr. Cuchillo, then dad, me, Marisol and the guys. Mr. Cuchillo placed his gnome next to his arm. "This is Juanita, my wife, we got remarried after this fool tried to take her away from me," He pouted as he touched caressed the gnome. Me and Cesar looked at each other. "Jamal," We whispered.
"Let me tell you a bit about myself. I am known as one of the best fighting partners people would ever have. I grew up just like you Oscar and Cesar, living in a small house in Freeridge, gang wars, trying to get you and your family out without dying. Me and my cousin Ricky, we didn't care for Freeridge violence. We cared about making out of Freeridge, now look. I'm a multi-billionaire just because of wresting and fight clubs."
"What does Ricky do?" Cesar asked. He shrugged. "We haven't spoken in years." Cesar nodded then Chivo cleared his throat.
"So, Mr. Díaz, may I tell you, I've been watching you and your fights and I'm highly impressed. Only lost one fight, but came back for a rematch and won," I nodded.
"So, how do you train?" He asked. "Well, Mr. Cuchillo I--" He chuckled. "Please, call me Chivo." I cleared my throat. "Okay, well Chivo, I usually wake up around three or four in the morning. I-uh, go for a thirty-minute jog then I stop by my boxing gym and get some punches and ducks in." I smiled. He nodded.
"So who usually helps you train?" I side hugged Marisol and dad. "These two people," Marisol and dad smiled at each other then looked back to Chivo. "Okay, a question for you uhh," He pointed to Marisol. She cleared her throat. "Marisol," He nodded. "What a beautiful name, how do you help him train?"
"Well, one night we got into a little argument so I said let's go a running race, if I win we'll train like Rocky but if he wins then we'll train his way. So of course, I won." She laughed. "But. ever since we were young he's been obsessed with Rocky movies and his training. " She quietly chuckled, causing Chivo to loudly laugh. "I like you Marisol, gotta be the boss of these boys. Isn't that right Juanita?" We all looked at the gnome then he cleared his throat.
"I wanna bring up, your recent fight. With Tricky Ricky. You beat him really badly. And to be honest, I like that bad. Beat them so they won't stand up again" He said as he looked over his papers, slightly laughing. I looked at Marisol as she was already looking at me. She sighed then looked at Chivo.
"How about this, Spooky, I'm willing to give you a $5 million dollars for a single year, if you fight for me," My dad choked on his water. "What do you want?" Chivo slid the contract to me, me and dad began to read it.
Once we were finished we looked at each other and nodded our heads. "Where's the pin?" I smiled. Chivo smiled back at me and slid me his golden pin. I slowly picked up the pen and signed the contract. Chivo buttoned his suit then picked up Juanita.
"I'm glad we're doing business together oscar. And I'm very excited to see you fight in three weeks," He gave me a firm handshake then walked out of the room. "Oh shit," Francisco said patting me hard on the back. "Congrats mijo," Dad said as he hugged me. I hugged him back, then Cesar joined in.
"Wait where's Marisol?" I said as I looked around the room. "Oh, she left," Tony said. "She probably went back to the room, I better go check on her," they all nodded. I walked out of the conference room and went onto an elevator. Once we reached our floor, I opened the door and saw Marisol eating ice cream in bed.
"Hey, why'd you leave?" I looked at me and scoffed. "You had a fight in three weeks and you weren't gonna tell me?" Oh for fuck sake.
"I was going to tell you but--"
"When? That week of," She snapped. I sighed. I climbed into bed, sitting next to her. I took the ice cream from her and put it on the nightstand.
"We can train in the morning, but for right now, don't be mad at me, let's just celebrate" I kissed her cheek, then her neck. "Please," I pouted, giving her puppy eyes.
"That shit doesn't suit you at all," she laughed. "Congrats on your contract though," she kissed my head. "I appreciate that," I cleared her throat. "So, are we like? together now?" She looked at me and nodded. "Good, now come here," I picked her up and placed her and my lap. "How are we exactly gonna celebrate?" She smiled. I opened the draw and pulled out the condoms. "I think you know,"
