Tattoo Heartist

Chapter 6

I have a trust fund that Noah set up for me when I was a child. I was supposed to get ownership of it when I was eighteen, but he held off on giving it to me. He finally gave me the password and card two years ago, and I was planning on using it to stop him from paying my mother's hospital bills, but he didn't let me go that easy. The only way I would be able to obtain that money is if I worked for him. That's another reason why I despise him entirely.

I have more than 100 grand sitting in a fucking bank waiting to be used, but I can't get to it because if I did, then I'd be signing my life over to him, which was not an option.

The hour of eight hit and I was pulling on my gloves for the match. Everyone in the gym knew I didn't box without a shirt on, preferably long sleeve. There was something about covering up my tattoos that made me feel safe in a way. Knowing that they were for me or for those who knew and understood me.. 

I could already hear people entering the gym and the obnoxious shouting of drunk men. Kane sat in the corner and shook his head.

" I feel bad for the guys you're about to fight.. " I looked up at him.

" Why do you say that? "

" Just because it's you. I don't know why people still try to fight you. Everybody knows that you won't lose. " I shrugged as I took a sip of water.

" Well.. apparently those guys didn't get the memo " Walking out of the locker room, I made my way towards the stage. I heard the announcer say a few words before everyone started shouting. I walked through the path towards the stage as the people in the rows of chairs yelled my name. It was built much like a stadium with the different levels of chairs surrounding the bright stage in the middle. I hopped onto the stage and looked down to see Kane setting up my station. 

The ref started announcing the names, and I didn't pay much attention to it at all as I narrowed my eyes on my opponent. I studied him and watched as he shuddered slightly under my gaze. I fixed my eyes on his weak spots that you could see with a clear view and readied my stance. Once I heard the bell ring, he came after me. I immediately saw red, and I forgot all about his weak spots as I ducked from his swing and gave him an uppercut that sent him flying back.

The ref counted him out, and I watched as someone dragged his somewhat lifeless body away, and the next person came on stage. 

After three more successful rounds, I was facing my last opponent for the night. He looked cockier than the others like he had a feeling he would win. The bell went off, and I sent a few hits to him before he fell to the ground. Somehow, in the midst of the loud yelling that was going on in the room, I heard a small squeal. A sound that these 30-year-old men could never make.

I turned my head to the sound and squinted my eyes as I saw what looked to be Ingrid sitting by Amber and May. Even in the slightly dim room, it was hard to miss her big brown doe eyes. She was staring up to me, and she quickly pointed to the staged as another scared sound came from her. 

I looked back, and my head quickly turned to the side as his glove made contact with my jaw. The entire room erupted in gasps, and it went quiet. I rubbed my jaw with my wrist and brought it down to see a little blood. I laughed as I turned to him, and I could see him gulp. I nodded my head as I cracked my neck to the side. 

" You've had your fun pal... It's my turn now " He wasn't even able to move to block as I sent a punch to his stomach, to his ribs, and the side of his face. He fell to the ground, unconscious, and I could already see the black eye forming. The room erupted in loud cheers as the ref grabbed my arm and lifted it. I blocked all the sounds out as I kept my eyes focused on Ingrid, who was staring up at me in complete awe.