Undefeated - A New Adult Romance Novel Read Online Free Page A
Author: Scott Hildreth
miserable son-of-a-bitch. Let me go,” he growled as I drug him beside the entrance.
Quickly, I reached for his back pocket, pulled out his wallet, and removed his driver’s license. I held it in front of his face and shoved his wallet in his shirt pocket.
“What the…” he started to speak.
“Shut up,” I said.
I stuck his driver’s license in my front pocket.
“I’m on a time crunch so I’ll make this quick. I overheard you telling your girl you were going to slap her when you got home. You’re not going to slap her again, ever. I have your driver’s license, so I know who you are, and where you live. I’m going to come check on her, and if I find out you’ve touched her, I’m going to beat you worse than the beating you get tonight,” I explained as I unzipped my hoodie.
As I pulled my hoodie over my shoulders, he took a swing.
As I leaned back, his punch went by my face. I dropped my hoodie to the side and grabbed his hair on each side of his head. Immediately and with tremendous force, I thrust the top of my head into his nose. I felt his nose crush under the force.
As I released his hair from my grasp, I swung a fairly strong uppercut toward his chin. The punch impacted his jaw, knocked his teeth together, and lifted him from his feet. Immediately, he fell into a pile on the sidewalk, unconscious.
You should hold your jaw tighter than that. Boxing 101.
I looked down at his lifeless body and shook my head. I reached down and got my hoodie from the sidewalk, and zipped it up. I stood over him as people watched and waited for him to become conscious.
As soon as he began to moan, I walked to my bike and fired it up.
Well, Paul, see you in a few weeks.
SHANE. If it is worth doing, it is worth doing right. Be the best you can be at whatever it is you choose to do. Sweeping the floor or washing the car. Nothing should ever be done half assed. I strive to be the best at anything I ever decide to conquer.
Ever.
If I am attempting it, and I do not succeed, you can believe that I gave it my best effort, regardless of the outcome.
I choose to do very little, and be exceptional at what it is I decide to do. I would much rather be perceived as being great at a few things than be a failure at many. I have always been honest with myself and conscious of who I am, but that doesn’t always help me understand why I am the way I am.
On the outside, I am always kind, polite, and considerate of others. On the inside, demons reside. I don’t know why or what fuels the demons inside of me, but I am very aware of their existence. My consciousness of their need, necessity, and deep desire to be fed is what has caused me to choose boxing as my main outlet.
I keep the demons fed, and they allow me to live an otherwise peaceful life. Fulfilling their hunger allows my desire to live a tranquil life to be met. As long as I continue to fight, they’re fed. When they are fed, I am allowed.
Allowed to live.
I have been training in one way, shape, or form since I was eleven. From what my trainers have always told me, I have tremendous stamina. I can train, fight, or work out for hours on end without becoming exhausted. For this I am grateful.
I have never been in a fight that I didn’t feel was necessary. In the ring, people agree to fight me, knowing of my ability and my undefeated record. Boxing is a sport, and nothing more than a contest between two men – a contest of strength, stamina, willingness, and raw talent.
I have been in more street fights than I can count. Each time, I gave my opponent the ability to walk away. If they chose not to, I did what I had to do. In the ring or out, I have always stood the victor. The majority of my street fights were a result of me attempting to stand up for what I believed to be morally right.
I have never been afraid to stand up for someone that can’t stand up on their own, and there’s not a shortage of
Quickly, I reached for his back pocket, pulled out his wallet, and removed his driver’s license. I held it in front of his face and shoved his wallet in his shirt pocket.
“What the…” he started to speak.
“Shut up,” I said.
I stuck his driver’s license in my front pocket.
“I’m on a time crunch so I’ll make this quick. I overheard you telling your girl you were going to slap her when you got home. You’re not going to slap her again, ever. I have your driver’s license, so I know who you are, and where you live. I’m going to come check on her, and if I find out you’ve touched her, I’m going to beat you worse than the beating you get tonight,” I explained as I unzipped my hoodie.
As I pulled my hoodie over my shoulders, he took a swing.
As I leaned back, his punch went by my face. I dropped my hoodie to the side and grabbed his hair on each side of his head. Immediately and with tremendous force, I thrust the top of my head into his nose. I felt his nose crush under the force.
As I released his hair from my grasp, I swung a fairly strong uppercut toward his chin. The punch impacted his jaw, knocked his teeth together, and lifted him from his feet. Immediately, he fell into a pile on the sidewalk, unconscious.
You should hold your jaw tighter than that. Boxing 101.
I looked down at his lifeless body and shook my head. I reached down and got my hoodie from the sidewalk, and zipped it up. I stood over him as people watched and waited for him to become conscious.
As soon as he began to moan, I walked to my bike and fired it up.
Well, Paul, see you in a few weeks.
SHANE. If it is worth doing, it is worth doing right. Be the best you can be at whatever it is you choose to do. Sweeping the floor or washing the car. Nothing should ever be done half assed. I strive to be the best at anything I ever decide to conquer.
Ever.
If I am attempting it, and I do not succeed, you can believe that I gave it my best effort, regardless of the outcome.
I choose to do very little, and be exceptional at what it is I decide to do. I would much rather be perceived as being great at a few things than be a failure at many. I have always been honest with myself and conscious of who I am, but that doesn’t always help me understand why I am the way I am.
On the outside, I am always kind, polite, and considerate of others. On the inside, demons reside. I don’t know why or what fuels the demons inside of me, but I am very aware of their existence. My consciousness of their need, necessity, and deep desire to be fed is what has caused me to choose boxing as my main outlet.
I keep the demons fed, and they allow me to live an otherwise peaceful life. Fulfilling their hunger allows my desire to live a tranquil life to be met. As long as I continue to fight, they’re fed. When they are fed, I am allowed.
Allowed to live.
I have been training in one way, shape, or form since I was eleven. From what my trainers have always told me, I have tremendous stamina. I can train, fight, or work out for hours on end without becoming exhausted. For this I am grateful.
I have never been in a fight that I didn’t feel was necessary. In the ring, people agree to fight me, knowing of my ability and my undefeated record. Boxing is a sport, and nothing more than a contest between two men – a contest of strength, stamina, willingness, and raw talent.
I have been in more street fights than I can count. Each time, I gave my opponent the ability to walk away. If they chose not to, I did what I had to do. In the ring or out, I have always stood the victor. The majority of my street fights were a result of me attempting to stand up for what I believed to be morally right.
I have never been afraid to stand up for someone that can’t stand up on their own, and there’s not a shortage of
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