Carl Weber's Kingpins by C. N. Phillips

Author:C. N. Phillips
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Urban Books
Published: 2019-12-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.”

—Oscar Wilde

Klax

It was later in the evening when Klax found himself two hours away from his home and outside of a boxing gym. He checked the address in the email that Adonis had sent to make sure he was at the right place, and sure enough, he was. From the outside, it looked like a nice gym. Like whoever the owner was had put a lot of time and money into it. He sat outside waiting for a while, watching men, young and old, enter or leave. He was supposed to be at the mayor’s dinner but had decided at the last minute not to go. Once he saw Adonis’s email, there was no way that he was going to wait another second to take action. He also figured that at the dinner, he would be something similar to a sitting duck. Now that he had arrived, he realized he had no idea what he was going to say to Sunny. He just knew he had to tell him to call his son off, whatever the cost. Klax had been playing nice so far and hadn’t shown his hand yet, although he wouldn’t have a choice if things didn’t go smoothly that night.

He removed the key from the ignition of his Range Rover and got out of the car. Dressed for the occasion, Klax was wearing a black hoodie, a pair of gray joggers, and a pair of black Nike Air Max sneakers. He sauntered into the gym and hung back while he looked around. There was a ring in the middle of the floor high off of the ground. Around it was all types of workout equipment and people using them. It wasn’t hard for him to blend in as he skimmed the place for the person he was looking for. The only photo Adonis could find of Sunny was an older one, but hopefully, he hadn’t aged too much.

“Keep that right arm up! You’re leaving your face wide open!”

The loud, gruff voice came from the ring, and Klax rested his eyes there. A boy who couldn’t be much older than 16 was in the ring sparring with an older gentleman. They both had on boxing gear, so Klax couldn’t really make out their faces. He watched amused as the boy kept getting frustrated when his jabs didn’t land on the intended target. He was hitting all air. However, the older guy was laying into him.

“You did better than last time, Jake,” the man said to the boy when they finished. “But you still have a long way to go. Hit the showers. Your mom is going to be pulling up in a moment to get you.”

“Thanks, Sunny,” the boy said and stepped out of the ring.

KIax watched as Sunny too climbed out of the ring and headed over to a water bottle sitting on a nearby bench. He waited until he saw him head into what looked like a back office.

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