Dante Harris was running. Running from an abusive past. Running from a messy break up. Running from the life he left in the small city of Round Rock Texas.
Somehow this small town boy has found himself in the busy streets of New York City, and in t...
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Fight Club really was damn near impossible to miss. The gym's exterior seemed as if it was once an old production building that was converted into a studio space. One look at it and it looked even further on the verge of ruins than my apartment complex.
My fingers hesitantly snaked their way around the handle of the entrance door, as I juggled the weight of the food on my other arm. I was worried that this would quickly turn into a scene out of the Looney Toons, and if I pulled too hard, the entire building would crumble.
Before I gathered up the strength to give it a go, the door burst open from inside, forcing me to stumble back. Luckily a hand grabbed my arm before both the food and myself could end up on the concrete.
"Oh shit sorry, are you okay?" A familiar voice asked me as they practically pulled me through the doorway. I felt myself tense up and immediately recoil once I registered the feeling of his hands on me. The speed in which I withdrew my arm away from him left those perfectly sculpted eyebrows on this literally perfect human, furrowed.
The voice had been a dead giveaway, but when my brown eyes met those blue ones, complete realization settled on both our faces. "Oh... Dante?" He asked, staring at me so intensely I could do nothing but pray to god i had nothing stuck in my teeth.
"H-Hi! I'm s-sorry, I just- I had no ideas someone was- um, and-" if I could slap myself right now, I would. In a heartbeat.
His intensity softened a bit when he spotted the bags of food I had tightly gripped between my fingers. "Oh! No apologize necessary, that was on me. You must be dropping off our food order."
I gave him a nod. "Kassie said to find Sammy or Grayson. I'm not sure who either are, and as for Sammy I didn't know whether that was a man or woman but I don't see any woman here so I don't really know like maybe Sammy stands for Samantha but then it could also be Samuel and I just-
"Let me help with that." This gorgeous human cut in on my rant, as he helped grab a few of the bags that were now threatened to free themselves from my hold.
He had turned to start walking, and all I could assume was that he wanted me to follow him. I did my best to keep up with his long strides, but as he lead me through the boxing sets, I unintentionally began to slow.
There were people set up on roll out mats towards the front of the gym, but as we walked further into the facility, I noticed the more serious equipment come into play. From what I could tell, most of the less experienced fighters were set up with one veteran partner in the front of the building. Towards the back, however, it looked like it consisted fully of more experienced boxers.
I was startled out of my wits by the sound of something being smacked hard into a mat. When my head whipped around in that direction, the sight I saw was even more terrifying. There was a man standing over someone smaller in one of the bigger rings, offering him a hand. His face was bloodied, and he seemed to be having some trouble getting back up. The man who had appeared to have knocked him out, and who was now helping the man back up, was someone I recognized.
