Grinning madly, I ask him loud enough that he and his friends have absolutely no doubt who I’m speaking to. “I asked, gentlemen—and I am using that term fucking loosely—what did you just fucking say?”
I know my voice is carrying pretty loudly but fuck it, murder’s on the menu tonight!
“What the fuck you talking about?” Mark finally stutters out.
Looking over his shoulder at his two buddies, I can see he is gathering his courage. Turning back to me, he asks, “What, you got some fucking claim on her?”
Poking my finger roughly in his chest, I poke him hard with each word as I say, “You. Do. Not. Take. Advantage. Of. A. Sparring. Partner.”
Swiping at my hand, he pushes at my chest as hard as he can. Stupid fuck, I don’t even budge when he pushes me hard. “Get the fuck away from me.”
“I will as soon as you tell me what you were saying about her,” I say, growling at them all.
I can see the other two guys wilting under my furious gaze, but Mark is going to be a hard case about it. “Get out of my face, bitch!”
His yelling isn’t going to faze me though. Leaning in, I put my nose right on his. “What did you say, poser?”
Letting out a scream, he pulls back to take a swing at me and that’s all the excuse I need.
I take the punch to the side of my face.
Grabbing him by his shirt, I swing him around in a half-circle, and then, using his momentum, I push him face down as I fling him up into a locker.
His back makes a humongous racket and he makes a good sized dent in the metal. He then slams, upside down, to the ground, completely dazed.
Not giving him a moment, I yank him off the floor and start dragging him to the next row of lockers I can use to thump him with.
I have Mark halfway up in the air when I hear Chase bellowing, “Set him the fuck down, Alex!”
Sure, whatever the big guy wants. I let go with both hands and snicker as Mark drops to the ground like a sack of bruised potatoes.
Backing up, I have to lift my hands again as Chase stomps up to me. If he is looking for a fight, I’m sure as fuck not going to just stand here and take it. “Fucker swung at me after I called him out.”
Chase stops himself at Mark and he bends over to help the little fucking pile of shit stand up. “He’s a fucking kid, Alex!”
“Yeah, but…” I start.
“Get the fuck out of my gym. Clean your shit out!” Chase roars at me.
I want to say something but I don’t bother.
Fuck it.
Going to my locker, I stop only for the brief moment it takes me to rip it open. Grabbing my bag, I pull my keys out.
Fuck this place and fuck Chase. I’ll be damned if I stand around letting some fucking pussy grope a girl like that little shit did.
Marching out past them, I glare at the two guys that were fucking around with Mark. “Pussies, all of you. You don’t got the balls to stop a pile of shit like that.”
“What the fuck did you just say, Alex?” Chase yells.
“I said your little class are pussies. Fuck them and fuck you for standing for it!”
He’s got just a hint of confusion in his eyes, but fuck him.
Walking out the door, I say loudly, “I’m taking Christy with me. There is no fucking way I will let you guys fuck her chances up.”
Leaving the side of Mark, Chase stalks over to me. He looks at me now just like he looked at his opponents in the ring. He’s huge, a mountain among hills. He may be retired, but he is just as deadly now as he’s ever been. “You won’t go near her.”
Chase is not coming to me like an overprotective dad, no, he is squaring up on me.
Dropping my shit to the floor, I crack my neck on both sides. “I’ve got her back, Reaper, unlike you. She doesn’t need a place like this. I drive her everywhere anyways.”
He doesn’t say anything but growls as he advances on me.
I smirk. “Let’s go, big boy.”
This gym is about to see a bloodbath when all of a sudden a fighter named Bear pushes past me and starts to corral Chase. Brett, another fighter, wraps his arms around me, tightening his hold as he lifts me up.
I start to fight him but he says loudly, “Time to get out of the locker room, boys. Too much playing with each other.”
If it wasn’t for a couple of other guys stepping in between us, I don’t think the blood shed could have been stopped. Even then I am giving them a fight. I’ve got my dander up right now and I need to get it out. Fuck them and fuck this shit.