Page 24 of Krash & Bern

I was a man who loved to be satisfied by beautiful women. I loved every shade of black and loved every size as well. No matter the size, shape, or color, if she had a pretty face and clean pussy, she was getting the Krash Experience.

Because of the number of commas in my bank account, women often tried to trap me with a baby. Unfortunately for them, I was smarter than I appeared. I never nutted in a bitch, no matter how drunk I was. I also always used a condom. There was no way I’d slip up and bring a child into the world I wasn’t ready to take care of. One thing I’d learned from my parents was to not become one if I wasn’t ready for all that came with a child.

Tired of the back and forth with Gonzalez, I stepped forward and allowed my hands to do the talking. Everyone knew my left hook was deadly. I stopped hearts with the power in my punch. I had to register my hands as weapons. I was legally not allowed to get into altercations because of the damage my hands could do.

I stepped back and looked at the crowd. I made a gesture that said it was over before I returned my attention to Gonzalez. With a quick right jab and two left shots to the body, he staggered back into the ropes. The ref gave him a few seconds to steady his feet. Once his gloves were back up, I swayed until I found an opening and connected my left glove to his chin. His knees turned to noodles as he folded out on his back. His body twitched as his eyes darted around the ceiling.

The referee began the ten second countdown, but everyone knew it was over. The bell chimed, and the referee lifted my hand to signal I’d won. The crowd erupted with cheers as they pulled Gonzalez’s unconscious body out of the ring to get checked out by paramedics.

Boxing was a poor man’s sport as people often stated. Coming from a stable environment, most people wouldn’t choose to fight for their lives. I found solace in the ring because it allowed me the opportunity to release my pain, suffering, and grief out onto the opponent brave enough to get in the ring with me.

Press swarmed the ring as journalists and reporters all shouted questions at me. I smirked and raised my hands. “Hold on. I’ve got an exclusive announcement.”

The arena became quiet as everyone waited for what I had to say. I cleared my throat and crossed my arms over my chest. I’d had this announcement ready to go since I’d turned twenty-nine a few months ago, but I figured now would be the best time to make my reveal.

“I have been undefeated since I stepped into the professional world. Nobody is touching me in the ring. However, shit is about to change for all the young niggas ready to become the new face of boxing. I’m twenty-nine, and I plan to retire after my thirtieth birthday in January.”

The arena erupted in shock as everyone began to ask questions. Coach Larry stepped in with Gary, and they handled the press as I made my way back to my dressing room.

The club was packed, and my section was filled with the baddest bitches in Houston. After every victory, my crew and I would hit up the club and get a section. The best part was the club owners would give me 20 percent of all profits made when I hit the scene.

Half-naked women threw their ass in my direction, allowed me to pour shots down their throats, and all of them promised to give me the best ending ever.

Gary and his boys became my boys when Bernie left me. I got to know them well during the months Bernice and I transitioned before she moved. Blake, Gary, Deionte, and Nehemiah kept me afloat with their support and friendship. They helped me numb the pain. There were days I found myself in deep thought about how Bernice was doing, but we’d lost touch a year after she moved, and I never felt right asking her parents about her.

When Bernice left, Mr. and Mrs. James extended their love and support to me, but it didn’t feel right. They were her family, not mine. As a result, once I’d lost contact with her, I also distanced myself from her parents.

“The bitches are trying to get chose tonight,” Nehemiah stated as he smacked one of the women on their ass.

“Bro! If I didn’t get caught up with Nicole’s ass, I would take a couple of them home with me,” Blake added.

One thing about me was I brought all my homeboys to the top with me. They all had a job in my entourage. Blake and Nehemiah were big men, so they acted as my bodyguards. Gary was my manager and booked me at clubs and kept my schedule packed. Deionte was my social media manager.

I wasn’t a fan of social media because the platforms made everyone feel like their opinions were facts. These internet trolls got off on inciting hate and anger toward people. To protect my sanity, I removed myself from the equation. The only time I ever got on the apps were to watch dumb videos.

“Congratulations on your win tonight, Krash,” a woman said as she walked up to me. She wore a tight-fitting pink dress. Her hair flowed down her back in deep curls. Her makeup was bold, and her body wasthickas fuck.

“Thank you, beautiful. What are you doing in my section?” I asked as I licked my lips and placed my hands on her hips.

She placed her hands on my chest and smiled. “I’m trying to let you take me back to your place.”

“My place, huh?”

“Yes. I want to…” She leaned up to my ear and whispered words I wouldn’t have been able to repeat if I wanted to.

“You got your papers?” I quizzed.

“Always. I’m a healthy hottie.”

“Type shit. What’s your name?”

“You can call me Lola.”

“Lola… I like that.”

“Lola and Krash got a cute ring to it, huh?”

“Something like that,” I replied.

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