Loving Jaxton ✔️

Chapter 3 - lose it

Jaxton's POV

I sit down on the benches in the warm up room as I wrap my hands for tonight. Third underground fight this week for me, and fifty thousand if I win. The guy I'm winning against tonight doesn't stand a chance and he's bet all of his winnings that he'll beat me, and he won't.

This is all I have left and I'm not losing it. My parents are gone and I'm the only child, meaning I'm fending for myself. And he beat up my step grandfather days ago and stole his wallet thinking it would mess me up, no, it isn't. I know he did it, I know he did and he's not winning. I'm winning.

I've worked my ass off for years since I dropped out of college and I'm finally making decent money doing this and I won't lose it. I'm not losing to that piece of shit.

I hear the door open as Carter walks in and gives me a fist bump. "How you feeling tonight?" He asks as I nod. Carter's been my manager for years, and I know he doesn't stay for the fights he just sets them up and trains me.

"Good man." I tell him as he nods. "Good. Everything is the same tonight, you have to win. Only difference is the crowd is full of chicks. Don't let it mess with your head." He tells me as I nod. Not that I care about them anyway, but it's nice to have the attention and know that the little preppy bitches from the college in town want me. I just feed it and keep them coming back for me, the more people here the more money, more money in my pocket.

The only one I mess around with is my usual, Poppy. Whenever I want or need sex, she's there, ready for me and that's something I don't think I'll ever get tired of.

"I won't. I got this" I tell him as he nods and taps my back before walking out leaving me to warm up on the punching bags. I got this, I know I do.

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After winning the fight I slip on a hoodie, jeans and a black hat before getting my shit together. Just like that I'm fifty thousand dollars richer. I knew it wouldn't take much to whip that man's ass. I just hope I don't have to deal with his bullshit. What we do is illegal, which means I can't say shit about anything. As long as my money comes through every Thursday I'm fine.

I grab my keys and walk out into the alley towards my truck before I'm stopped.

"You stupid fuck! I wasn't supposed to lose this one!" Butcher tells me as I turn around. Here we go. I look him in the eyes as he stops.

"Really because I beat your ass. Now move, money is money and I won." I tell him pushing him out of the way. He knows he can't beat me in a fight, he'll never be able too, I'm bigger and stronger than him.

"I hate you young little piece of shit. You think you can come in here and take over because of who mommy and daddy were?" He asks as I turn around and punch him as hard as I can. He won't talk about them.

They both died in a car accident a few years back, and I've never been the same without them. I was in the car and in the hospital for three weeks before I got better and they never did. I lost my parents, and then fighting became my passion. "You don't know shit about my family and if you touch what's mine or hurt my family I will kill you." I tell him.

I see the blood rush out of his nose when I stop. "You asshole" he yells as I nod and adjust my hat.

"Fuck, I know." I tell him laughing before I start. "I'm not letting you win when you're a piece of shit." I tell him referring to his fighting.

"That's not what we agreed on. I just lost fifty thousand dollars!" He tells me as I stare. Agreed? I never agreed to shit, he wanted his last fight to be a good one, and I made it good.