The Scars Of Us

CHAPTER 23

JAX

I groan as slump on the floor in exhaustion. Coach comes barging in with a scowl, "The hell do you think you're doing, Reed?"

"Dying?" I said through my laboured breaths.

He snickered, "Not yet you're not, you still have another set."

I sigh as I try to pull as much mental motivation as I could. I got up and did my last set of my workout. I've been training for quite  while now. One of Lucas's Father's friends had come one night at one of my fights and liked what he saw. He's decided to take me under his wing. I've signed all the papers. I've been assigned a small team. I'm officially and legally part of the WBC. 

I haven't told Milly yet. She never liked my fighting but she would still try to be supportive. I knew I had tell her sooner or later, especially before the 'special event.' It's supposed to be the night of my first official fight. I wanted her there with me. It always made me feel good fighting knowing she was there. 

When I got signed, I forced her not to come anymore because I knew she wouldn't like it. And then that discussion might lead to me revealing why. I have no idea what my future is going to look like, but if Milly wanted to continue to be a part of me, I needed to find a way to make the big money so than she doesn't have to change her comfortable lifestyle. 

"You okay there?" I smiled when I heard her voice. I turned around and saw my girl walking into the gym. My eyes run over her figure. She wasn't wearing anything fancy. Just simple leggings with one of my t-shirts. Face was makeup free and her hair balled up in a messy bun. Even with the lazy look she was attractive as fuck. 

"I'm dying." I said breathlessly.

She cringes, "I don't know why you do this to yourself."

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer to me. I kiss her forehead, "It's training like these that make me the undefeated winner, baby."

She sighs, "I know." She steps out of my hold and wonders around the gym, studying the exercise machines as if they were the most interesting in the world. 

"You okay, baby?" I asked cautiously. No way she's actually interested in the cross-trainer. 

She turns and faces me, "I'm facing a bit of a problem."

I frowned, "What is it?"

She sighs and sits on the bench, "I don't have a thingie."

My eyes widen. What the fuck? "Ummm baby, sorry to break it to you, but you weren't born with a thingie. I for one am glad for it because I wouldn't be dating you if you did."

Her brows pulled together into a confused frown, "What?" She said, but then her eyes reflected my own as if she understood something, "I didn't mean a dick!" She exclaimed. 

"Oh." I said as my cheeks began to redden slightly, "Well thank fuck for that." I muttered under my breath. 

"I was talking about hobbies! Like I don't have a thing! Everyone's got a thing but me."

"Well you can't blame me! I don't understand girl language when you guys put inie at the end of everything!"

Milly began to laugh, "I can't believe you thought my problem was that I didn't have a dick."

I chuckled at the ridiculous confusion, "I'd be very concerned if you did."

She shook her head, "I would be concerned for myself. But anyway," Her face switching to one of amusement to one of sadness, "I don't have a hobby."