My Mafia Daddy | REWRITTEN | DDLG 18+

Chapter Fourteen

Constance

Following Gustaf's example, we bend over and slide through the ropes around the side of the boxing ring to get in. He moves to one corner and I match him in the opposite corner. 

His low, piercing eyes are glued to me, calculating what my first move will be. The sound of moving feet slightly distracts me, I turn to see the few groups of people I had seen while I entered the room moving towards the ring in anticipation. 

A gust of air whips my hair aside as Gustaf lets a punch fly into my side. Falling to the floor with a series of coughs, I hold my side tenderly as I breathe in sharply. The punch was so unexpected, he has such a large build I wouldn't think he could move so fast. 

I grit my teeth and force my foot out, tripping him and standing to rush to his beginning corner. I take a second before he can get up to breathe - catch my breath, and think. How can I knock him out? What move would be the best?

He stands up, a scowl resting on his face as he hunches over, determining his next move. I crouch low to the ground to where he wouldn't be able to punch me again, guarding my sides tightly. My knees are open wide so I can hopefully catch his leg if he decides to kick me, and my arms cover my face in case he attempts to knee me. His feet move quickly as he tries to throw me off. 

He was a good distance away, but it takes him a split second to recover that ground and get right in front of me. I pull my fist back and shove it forward, a thud is heard as my fist buries into his stomach and he lurches forward until he hits the ground. Giving up, he slowly flops down and lays there, stunned. After a few seconds, he lets out a full-bellied laugh and sits up, staring at me. 

"That was... unexpected. You're scrawny, a tiny little thing. I didn't think you'd be able to hit that hard!" He grins, slowly sitting up. I smile back at him, glad to have his approval. 

"So, about whipping these guys into shape?" I suggest jokingly, raising an eyebrow. 

"I suppose you could help if you ain't too busy, you're a good fighter for your size, and could use that expertise," He puts a finger to his chin and acts like he's thinking about it. I roll my eyes and put a hand out, offering to help him up. He smiles and lets me help him, then he dusts off his pants. He laughs loudly as he leaves the ring. "Ace, you have a good one here, keep an eye on her!"

"I know, I'm glad she can defend herself. That was a pretty quick match though, I thought it would be longer. You've let yourself go, Gustaf," Ace chuckles and helps me out of the ring, lifting me over the side of it as he sends a grin to his friend. 

"Oh, hush. No one around here has given me much to work with, there's nothing to do to get better. I'm glad this small one is here though," Gustaf pats my head and crosses his arms. 

"You know there are plenty of people here who could give you a run for your money, Gustaf. You're just too proud to admit it," Ace says confidently, putting a firm hand on Gustaf's shoulder. 

"I have no idea what you're yapping about," He huffs, shaking his head at Ace. 

"You sound old," I giggle softly, though it's quickly replaced with a yawn. 

"It's your bedtime, little one," Ace smiles to me. I shake my head and pout, looking away from him brattily. I can feel my small taking over again with my sleepiness - it's frustrating me, I need to be big for the party!

"Party is over, everyone! Head on home and spread the word!" Ace calls out loudly, his voice vibrates in my chest again. 

"It's over already?" I question, spinning back to Ace quickly.