Spitfire Suckerpunch (House of Pain Book 2) by Lavender Parker

Author:Lavender Parker [Parker, Lavender]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-09-25T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Tate dodged the boxing glove that was flying towards his face and hopped back, giving himself a little more room. It was his first time sparring in over two weeks and he already felt a little rusty. Austin was going to take full advantage, he could tell. Sure enough, his friend was smiling around his mouthguard. Shaking his head, he darted in and jabbed at Austin's midsection. His glove connected to Austin's ribs and the smile was wiped off of his face instantaneously. A rush of adrenaline shot through him at the successful shot, and for a second, just a second, he forgot about his troubles. Forcing himself to refocus, he swung again, this time catching Austin on his chin. Austin reeled back, shaking off the hits.

“You gotta move your feet, rich boy!” Hector called out from the corner of the ring, his voice almost gleeful. Hector had never been a huge fan of Austin and Tate could understand why. When Austin had shown up at House of Pain three years before in a three piece Italian suit with a rolex and a leather briefcase, he hadn't exactly endeared himself to the blue-collar regulars and lifers that populated the dingy gym. He was blond and blue-eyed and from Boston and he made more money in a year than Big Jimmy had probably made his whole life. He was deemed the enemy as soon as he walked in the door. But the second the white boy stepped in the ring and showed his skills, he silenced all those that didn't like him. Well, they still didn't like him, but at least they begrudgingly respected him.

Tate hadn't cared one way or the other at first, but slowly the guy had wormed his way into Tate's good graces. He couldn't really explain how Austin had somehow become his closest friend outside of his family. It started with sparring on Tuesdays and Wednesdays and evolved into happy hour beers on Fridays and football in the park on Sundays. And now Austin was trying to help him with his love life, which was awkward as hell. Especially since Shay'd made sure to sabotage Austin's attempts to help.

Shay, of course, was a completely different issue altogether.

Tate followed Austin around the ring, getting out as much aggression as he could. It felt good every time one of his punches hit their mark. It felt like a bit of his anger was chipped off with every blow. Adrenaline shot through him, and even though he was covered in sweat and winded, he felt alive. In the ring, he felt like nothing could phase him. No bad feelings or insecurities. In the ring, all he had was himself and he'd learned long ago to trust in that.

It didn't hurt that Austin seemed to be off his game that night. Austin was taking more hits than he was landing and it just fueled Tate's fire even more. Everything had gone to hell in his personal life, but at least he still had his training and he still had his skill.

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