“Shit, he was sparring with us, and that nigga is lethal. Shit took me by surprise,” Jahrae claimed.
“But Jules do this shit professionally,” JJ argued. “Street fighting and boxing aint the same thing. So, I honestly only see this shit going one way.”
Jahrein Junior smirked. “So, you think that Jules is gonna knock him out?”
JJ nodded. “Probably so.”
Jeremey Junior chuckled. “Sometimes it’s just about raw talent, nigga.”
“Shit, let’s bet on it,” Jahrae offered.
“Hell, yeah,” Jah Junior agreed.
“Bet three hundred,” JJ suggested.
Jah Junior, Jeremy Junior, and Jahrae all agreed.
“I want in on it too,” Jahlero chimed in.
Both Sin J and Jules put on the boxing gloves, seemingly tuning the chatter out.
“Wait,” Jhyrah laughed. “Why did Little Sin slap Jules, Jahreiah? Wasn’t you over there?”
I gulped. “I don’t know, really. They just said a few words to each other. Jules got smart and Sin slapped him.”
Jhyrah’s eyes ballooned, before she leaned in and whispered. “Your sneaky ass is gonna give me the tea later.”
“What tea?” I played crazy.
“Bitch, you know. You my sister and I know howwecan be. Sneaky...and freaky. Make a nigga lose his mind...or have him pimp slapping professional boxers ‘round this muthafucka,” she giggled.
I smirked, while lightly shoving her back. “Girl, bye. I don’t know what your messy ass is talking about.”
“Yeah, sure.” She winked.
“Alright, y’all ready?” Terio questioned, as he stood in the middle of the ring.
“Hell, yeah,” Jules responded. “And I’ma take it easy on you, nigga. Even though you just violated. I’ma put you on your ass, but that’s about it.” He mockingly puckered his lips at Sin J.
Wildly, Sin stood in that ring, not displaying an ounce of nervousness. If anything, he seemed mad and focused.
I mean, Sin was about an inch taller than Jules, and looked to be about the same weight. His body was also sculptured and cut, because he practically lived in the gym, due to playing basketball. But...he was pretty, while Jules was rugged. Rough around the edges. Sin J had piercing grey eyes, chiseled high cheekbones, a strong jawline. A face that had no business in a boxing ring where it could potentially be pulverized.
“Let’s get it,” Sin J mumbled.
“Alright, round one!” Terio shouted, before stepping aside.
Stalking his prey, Jules immediately approached Sin J, squaring up. Moving his head side to side while his dukes were up, I could tell that he was about to strike. My stomach twistedin knots, as he threw a punch, but it didn’t connect. Then before I could process that, Sin countered with a vicious uppercut to Jules’s chin, which immediately made his knees buckle, before he dropped to the floor.
“What the fuck?!”
“Oh, my God!”
“Is this fucking for real?!”
Everybody shouted at once, after Sin had just knocked Jules out.
“I told you!” My daddy loudly clapped his hands. “I fucking told you! I aint never wrong! Remember that shit, nigga!” He addressed Terio, as he stood with his mouth dropped, apparently in a state of shock.
