My Little Red (BOOK 1)

11-Protect The Face

Picture is the section of the gym that Dalton drags her to first.

Song of the Chapter: Eye Of The Tiger

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Olivia's POV

Dalton and I run until we stop in front of this huge steel building.

"This, Bull pup, is the training area. My home." Dalton says while breathing in deeply through his nose.

Dalton pushes open the front door thingy, and yells. " Honey I'm home."

I give him a looked because I'm really confused. He laughs at the face I make. I shrug my shoulders and Dalton leads me too a part of the gym that has a boxing ring and things you would use to train for it.

"Let's stretch." Dalton says while moving to one of the mats and starts stretching so I do the same. After I loosen my muscles we head over to the punching bag.

"I wanna see how much you got." Dalton informs me while standing behind the punching bag.

I nod my head and square myself up. I take my first punch and it takes Dalton by surprise about how much force I have behind it.

"Okay now use your left hand." Dalton tells me. I nod my head again and stand In a ready position.

I throw my force into my left as my fist hits the punching bag, my memories of doing this as a child comes into play. It's all done on memories.

I throw punch after kick. Not stopping. Never stopping. Dalton was telling me to stop but I didn't hear him. I was too focused on the memory of my dads voice telling me the routine.

"Left jab, right kick, right jab, left kick, left jab, right Jab, left jab, right kick, left kick. Repeat."

Then Dalton's voice brings me back to reality. I didn't even realize my knuckles were bleeding. Dalton stares at me with a smile.

"Your a tough one bull pup." He says knowingly. I shrug my shoulders and head to the table that had tape. I should probably wrap my knuckles. Dalton mimics my actions.

"Let's head onto the ring. Give it your all bull pup. I won't be going easy. You know the rule right? You say mercy when you have enough." Dalton confirms with confidence. I just smile and nod my head. I take of my tank top so I can fight better.

I mean sports bras and spandex are the comfy thing to do a sport in. Am I right ladies?

I duck under the rope and make my way into the center of the ring.

"Don't get to excited, BP. You need to put the head gear on. Tsk tsk. Trying to get me in trouble." Dalton gasps sarcastically and reaches for a blue adidas sparring head gear and tosses it at me. Dalton grabs a red one and got it situated on his head and made his was towards the center of the ring.

We hit our taped hands together and then start.

We go around in the circle waiting for the other one to make the first move.

Dalton made it and punched me square in the jaw. It had enough force to move my head but not enough to hurt me.

"Is that the best you can do, cupcake?" I mock. I lunge and hit him straight in the jaw that makes him stumble back.

I zoned out and all I heard was my dad again.

"Come on sweetheart. Pretend it's just you and me training. Fight from your heart and head." My dad yells.

I breath and go for it. I do an upper cut and hit Dalton straight in the lower abs. Dalton punches but I dodge it. He tries going for the face and I hear my dad again.

"Protect the face, sweetheart! Protect, then kick!" Dad chants.

I block my face by throwing my forearms up as a shield. When Dalton throws his arm back for another punch I bring my right foot out and round house kick him on the side. He winces then smiles.

"Bring it Bullpup." He smirks.

"Anytime, cupcake." I mock.

"Attack! Do it! jab, jab, jab, roundhouse, jab, roundhouse. You got it sweetheart." I can basically hear my dad as if he was next to me yelling it in my ear.

I attack Dalton and do as my dad taught me. It's like it was just me fighting and using the punching bag. Just don't stop, not until you puke.

When Dalton puts his hand on my shoulder like he is gonna turn me around, I think fast.

"Throw him." My dad yells.

I grab Dalton's hand and flip him over and turn him around so his face is in the ground and his arms are behind his back. I have his hands flexed awkward ways. He knows very well that if I wanted too, right now, I could break his hand and shatter his pinkie.

I bring my mouth down by his ear.

"Give up cupcake?" I ask smirking. Dalton groans.

"No." Dalton grunts trying to move but not move enough so I break something. I flex harder. Dalton shrieks.

"Fine! Okay! Mercy! Let go!" Dalton yells.

I get up and then I hear applauding. I turn around to see a whole crowd staring right at me, amazed that I beat Dalton.

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W.C: 889

References: none that are intentionally put in there!