Page 81 of Ignite

Grayson nods.

“You’re lacking the discipline boxing will give you.” He tosses a rope at me.

“So to start, you got fifteen minutes of skipping to warm up.”

I shrug.

“Alright.”

I start to jump the rope while they watch.

“You think you two are here to watch? Grab a rope and join him,” Grayson orders Keller and Jax.

After that is over, we’re up in the ring and gloved up.

“Let’s change it up. Jax, get your ass in there and run rings around him. Conan, I wanna see your speed. I’m guessing, like Keller, being big comes with its negatives.”

I arch a brow.

“I disagree. I’ve never had any complaints about being too large, Grayson,” I say back.

That earns a chuckle from Keller.

“You and Keller wanna compare dick sizes after?” Jax taunts.

“Trust me, Conan. You don’t wanna do that. He’s a fucking monster,” Grayson tells me, keeping a deadly serious expression.

I turn to Keller.

“Come on, you gotta tell me now. How monstrous we talkin?”

“Look, if you can take a right hook from me and still stand, I’ll tell you.”

“Deal.”

Is it weird that I’m excited for Keller ‘The Killer’ Russo to right hook me?

Grayson claps to get our attention.

“Great. Glad we cleared that up,” Grayson grunts, ducking under the ropes. He and Keller stay at the corner while me and Jax circle each other in the center.

He takes a quick jab at me, I duck easily and throw one back, managing to just scrape his jaw.

“Nice, Conan,” Grayson shouts.

It’s Jax’s turn to unleash his full force, throwing a barrage of punches my way. He’s so fucking quick; when I retaliate, he’s already fucked off out of the way.

He lands a blow straight into my gut.

“Fuck!”

“I thought we were following boxing rules?” I grit out.

Jax shrugs, holding up his gloves with a smirk.

“My bad. I don’t really play by any rules.”

“Good.”

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