The Boxers Daughter

Blood and Water

"What the hell were you thinking, Asp?" Blair barked as soon as I answered my ringing phone.

I sigh and rub my temples. "I'm guessing you heard about Cason's match, huh?" 

She laughed, ruffling sheets sounding in the background. "What do you think? All of New Jersey was probably watching that match live. I want details, now." Her voice was sharp and commanding. 

Blare Evergreen was my best friend, with all of her firey-red-haired-spunky-self. Bossy too. She was the only one- here in Hillcrow- who knew who my family was. Only because her dad was in business with Pop and my family back in New York City.

"I just punched him." Was all I said. Which was half true. 

"Don't play coy. I saw pictures of you running your trap." She flippantly. 

I chuckled and flip onto my back, sliding down my bed so my head hung off the end. 

"I was pissed, alright? I charged him, Pop held me back. I might've threatened him, and then hit him when I got the chance. It's not that big of a deal, honestly." 

Not that big of a deal that Donovan then, later on, threatened Pop and everything he has ever worked for. Not that big of a deal that now we have to watch our backs... even in Hillcrow. Which, quite honestly, scares me. 

Hillcrow was my home, all I've ever known to be my home. And Donovan Nermani and his father can't just walk in here and take it. Pop can't let that happen.

She blew a quick raspberry that made me grin. Even though I totally loathed her interrogations, she always managed to make me smile. "Bullshit. This is a huge deal, Russoni. I mean, you threatened and punched, not only a well famed boxer in New York, but Dank Nermani's son. How did your dad react?" I chewed my lip. Blair also knew about Dank and the Nermano's. 

We told each other everything. We both have crazy life's, and need to vent to someone. But I was struggling to decide whether or not it was a good idea to tell her about Dank Nermani's plan to force Pop into handing over his territory. I can't even believe I was hesitating to tell her. But things could get ugly, and fast. I didn't want her mixed in with it. 

Blair was in enough danger with her Dad being a client of Pop's.

"Pop was mad, obviously. But I doubt I'll be hearing about it from him again, he hates Donovan as much as I do. He probably wishes he was the one who punched the asshole." I say, staring at my upside down dresser. Pop dropped the scolding from the match after Donovan cornered us in the training room. 

He no doubt wanted to lay it on him then, until Donovan was flying home no more than a sack of bruised flesh. 

"A hot asshole." She mumbled. I rolled my eyes and scoffed. 

"You can't even deny it, Asp." I heard her stand from her bed and open a draw. 

No, I cannot. But you don't have to know that.

"Frankly, he's hideous. Piece of no good shit." A quiet snarl ebbed my voice and Blair cackled. 

"He really got under your skin didn't he?" She asked, moving around again. Amusement of every sort filling her voice. 

"No." I frown, lying. "He's just a douche, Larry. One who didn't deserve Cason's title." 

"What are you doing, anyway?" I asked, impatient with the fact that we were talking about Donovan. 

"I'm trying to find-" A loud thud cut her off and she cursed. "Never mind I found them. Hey, what are you doing later?" 

I checked the time on my phone and then flipped backwards off my bed, landing in a crouch.