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CHAPTERSIXTEEN
xander
My elbows meet my knees,my fingers entwined below my chin—not shaking today, thank fuck—as my eyes track the action on the home-theatre screen in the billiard room.
My fringe flops forward over my vision slightly. I let it grow longer when I’m between fights.
A hateful smile curls my lips.
I should be watching Davos’ past fights in preparation for this weekend, but instead, his clip is minimised and expanded on the screen is Chuck’s last fight.
Dipshit gets to me.
Here I am, agonising over Chuck’s form and pace as he throws his opponent, Theo, across the canvas like a ragdoll.
They are both past and present midweight champs, but theYoung Chuck Norrismakes Theo look like an amateur. The pace is all his own; he doesn’t lean to break. He ducks and swerves. In control. He looks like a fucking performer, with much less power than me but far more control.
Dammit.
When Chuck throws a gazelle punch, bending slightly before exploding upwards with the use of his legs, throwing the jab while mid-air, catapulting Theo backwards into the ropes where he lay limp, I lean back and sigh roughly.
“You’re not fighting Charles, Xander.”
I glance up to acknowledge my dad as he ambles over to sit beside me, whiskey in his hand, cigar balancing between his gritted teeth. “I know,” I say.
Turning back to the television, I watch the referee lift Chuck’s fist. He’s won, and Theo hasn’t regained consciousness yet. I pause the television. “But I want to,” I admit.
“You never wanted to before.” He butts out his cigar three times in the crystal ashtray on the coffee table, the smoke dancing upwards from the extinguished ash. “You never cared who challenged you. You’re not that kind of fighter. What is this all about, son?”
His attitude.
Kaya Lovit.
I dunno.
“He wants to. I want to,” I state plainly.
In the corner of my eye, I see him nod slowly as he measures me up. “You’ll have to agree to a catchweight. Do you want to do that? Lose the weight needed?”
I look at him. “I can do it.”
Unapologetically, he states, “Chuck is faster than you.”
