Spencer: Bad Boy MMA Cage Fighter : Bad Boy Fights The Fight Of His Life For His Girl! (An MMA Fight by P.T. Macias (distant reading TXT) 📕

I run into the locker room and my  locker. I take off the clothes and pull on my training gear. I’m ready to do some training.

I’m so fucking stoked; it’s about fucking time that I get into my game. I need to win.

A few minutes later, we jump into the cage to train. I love training with Ethan because he’s a mean, experienced motherfucker.

I lift my chin in greeting to my buddy Ash.

“Hey, good to see you,” Ash says, nodding.

“Dude, I need to get ready for the fight,” I snarl, extending my hands to Ash to have him wrap my hands and help with the gloves.

“Oh yeah, the fight is only in a few weeks,” Ethan says.

“Fucker, you’re going to need to train the next few weeks,” Ash huffs.

“Yeah, that’s the plan,” I say, shoving the mouthpiece in my mouth.

Ethan gives me all he has, and that’s all good. I need this.

A few hours later, we exit out of the cage. I’m fucking exhausted, but I love it.

“Dude, you did good,” Ash says, helping me take off the gloves.

“Yeah, you did,” Ethan says, nodding, waiting for Ash to help take off his gloves.

“Hey, take care of the job. There’s an asshole that wants to hurt her, and I understand that he’s dangerous,” I say, looking at Ethan.

“Yeah, I will. Is there anything you want to tell me,” Ethan asks, rubbing his shoulder?

“Yeah, she’s Diorzella, and she’s mine,” I say, curling my fingers tight.

“Right, Diorzella? I thought her name is Dior,” Ethan says, smirking.

“Fucker, her name is Dior, but she’s a handful, but I need you to take extra care of her,” I growl, nodding.

“What the fuck, Dude. Did you fall for the job,” Ash says, furrowing his eyebrows?

“Yeah,” I growl, pressing my lips into a thin line.

“Fuck, no worries,” Ethan says, nodding.

“Dude, one more thing,” I say, stone-faced.

“Yeah,” Ethan says, lifting his chin.

“Don’t forget that she’s mine,” I growl, furrowing my eyebrows into a straight line.

“Right, I hear you,” Ethan says, chuckling.

“Motherfucker! You got it bad,” Ash groans, shaking his head.

“Yeah,” I say, grabbing the towel, wiping my face.

I work out another hour, and then I hit the locker room. I take a hot shower, pull on my sweats, the suit, and dirty workout clothes.

I need to wash because I need to put all of the next few weeks into training.

I got this.

I’m winning the championship.

I pull out my cell, and I see that I have a text message.

Fuck!

It’s Diorzella.

My heart pounds, and I slide my finger over the cell to read the message.

Dior – Hey, I miss you.

Spencer – I do too, Princess.

What the fuck!

It’s the first time that I call her Princess.

It doesn’t matter anymore because I’m not an employee.

Yeah, I never called her Diorzella, only in my mind.

Dior will always be Diorzella because of her attitude.

But I don’t give a fuck!

I love her strong will.

I get her.

Fuck!

I’ll be damn if I don’t claim her; she’s mine. I feel it in my soul.

I walk down to my apartment, with the dirty clothes in hand. I walk into my apartment, grabbing the laundry basket. I walk out of my apartment to the laundry room in the apartment complex. I put the two machines to watch.

Yeah, I have all of my shit dirty. I was too busy to wash.

Thank fuck I’m back to my routine.

My cell beeps in my hoodie pocket. I pull it out, swiping my finger over the screen. Yeah, it’s Princess.

Dior – Will I see you soon?

Spencer – Yeah.

Dior – When?

Spencer – I can see you at night because I’m training all day.

Dior – Training?

Spencer – Yeah, I’m training for my championship fight.

Dior – What?

Spencer – Princess, MMA fight.

Dior – Wow. I want to learn more. You can tell me all about it when I see you.

Spencer – Yeah, where can we meet?

Dior – Here at home.

Spencer – Right.

Dior- I can’t wait.

Spencer – Me too. I’ll be there at nine.

Dior – Awesome, night. xoxoxo

Spencer – Yeah, night. xoxox

Fuck!

It’s killing me. I need to keep this slow and steady. I can’t fuck up. I don’t want to be hunted by her Father.

Eleven

Dior

“I’m so excited.”

He’s going to be here in a couple of hours, and I can’t wait.

I look around my closet at my clothes. I need to look cute for Spencer, but it doesn’t really matter. He’s seen me in all my different facets of my crazy. He knows me and knows that he gets me.

I’m not sure when I fell in love with Spencer, but I know that I did.

I bite my lower lip, closing my eyes, falling onto my knees in the closet. I pull them up to my chest, seeing Spencer in my mind.

I see his heated eyes.

I see his amused eyes and the smile that he hides.

I see his worried eyes when he’s protecting me from the danger that I can’t see.

I feel him deep in my soul.

My heart skipped a beat when he called me Princess.

I did research everything that I could on the internet on this MMA sport. I’m so fucking impressed, but I’m scared. I don’t know how I will stand watching him get hurt.

I chew my lower lip, looking at my shoes.

I push up, grabbing my cute outfit because I want to look sexy for Spencer.

I told Mama about Spencer and that he’s coming over. She knows him, and she’s good. I know that she told Father and I haven’t heard from him, so I think he’s