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“I want you at my gym, Dax. You’ve got potential,” Beast says as he lowers a beaten and bruised Dax onto a chair in my dressing room.
“What have you done to him?” I screech, glaring at Beast before dropping onto my knees before Dax. His face is literally covered in blood, and his left eye and right cheek are swelling fast. “You fucking arsehole!” I shout, pressing the sleeve of my white towelling robe against his cheek. Blood blooms. Beast just smirks.
“I told you I wouldn’t hold back, but I didn’t kill the shithead. Just knocked him out briefly,” he says, shrugging. I get a sick sense of satisfaction when he follows that statement up with a wince of his own. Arsehole.
“You knocked him out? We need to get him to hospital to check for a concussion!” I say, still dabbing at Dax’s bloody face.
He gives me a weak smile. “I’m good, Kid.”
“Beast, look at him!” I snarl, not liking how unfocused Dax’s eyes are.
“Don’t sweat it, sweetheart. We have a guy on hand who can check him out. Besides, he was only out for a minute. It’s just as well he went down. Fucker wouldn’t have stopped otherwise. I’ve got a reputation to maintain, you know.”
“Un-fucking-believable!” I grit out. “Go fucking get this guy then!”
“Kid,” Dax warns. He understands Beast has a reputation and is worried I’m overstepping. I don’t care if I am, but given the amusement in Beast’s eyes he’s finding my outrage amusing and not offensive.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Joey sees him. Fuck—” he says, wincing again.
“That hurt?” Dax asks, a smile pulling up his split lip as Beast presses against his side.
“Yeah, yeah, you got me good.”
Despite his chest-beating bullshit, Beast hasn’t come out of the fight unscathed. I’m fairly sure that his split lip and eyebrow have got to sting. Plus, there’s a deepening bruise on his chest, so I’m guessing Dax managed to break a rib or two. Good.
“Guess you’re not infallible then, yeah?” Dax grunts.
“Big word for a street kid. I’m impressed.” Beast laughs, then coughs, then winces. “So you up for training with me?” he asks Dax, all friendly like he hasn’t just beaten the shit out of him.
Dax chuckles, then groans as more blood weeps from his own split lip. He licks at it. “I’ve heard you’re the best trainer in London. Yeah, I’m up for that.”
“Just in London? Mate, I’m the best inEurope.” Beast grins broadly and all I want to do is punch him in the face.
“Well, as much as this blossoming bromance warms my heart, I’d appreciate it, Beast, if you got the fuck out of my dressing room and fetched Joey.”
Beast chuckles. “She’s a keeper, this one.”
“She sure is.” Dax smiles then immediately groans again.
“I’ll go get Joey. He’ll have you sorted in no time.”
An hour later, Dax has been cleaned and wrapped up by Joey, an old dude that looks more like a biker than a doctor. I’m betting the kind of training he’s had isn’t the kind most doctors get. Talk about shady backstreetdoctor,and I’m using the term loosely here.
“You’ve got a mild concussion, bruising and swelling to your eye and cheek, and some nasty split knuckles. Other than that, you’re good. There aren’t many people who get in the cage with Beast and come out with relatively minor injuries like this,” Joey says, clearly impressed.
“Minor injuries?” I scoff, clearlyunimpressed. As far as I’m concerned, Dax needs to go to the hospital to see a proper doctor and have a head scan or something to check he hasn’t got bleeding in the brain. I don’t trust this two-bit backstreet doctor who smells of beer.
“Yes. He’ll be good in a few days!” Joey says, slapping Dax on the shoulder before winking at me. “Beast tells me you’ll be coming to the gym to train?”
Dax nods. “That’s right.”
“Good, then I’ll be seeing you there, son,” Joey replies, before giving me a wink and leaving the room. Urgh, arsehole.
“You’re not seriously going to train with him, are you?” I ask Dax as he knocks back a glass of neat whisky and looks at me from his good eye, given the other is swollen shut. “YouhateBeast.”
“He ain’t so bad.”
“So now you’re friends?” I shake my head in bewilderment. “Did those blows to your head scramble your brain or something?” I laugh but it comes out slightly hysterical.
