Page 8 of Fighter's Enemy

When I was dismissed from the Navy and made to serve time, my world came crashing down. I lost almost everything I had at once, my job, my life, my work, my reputation, and my dignity. I was wrongly framed because I refused to take part in the illegal atrocities that were going on in the city; I knew what I stood for, but when the law is pinned against you, there is almost nothing you can do.

Going up against a notorious drug dealer and mafia lord who took part in the distribution of weapons, the sale of cocaine, and the most despicable act of it all, child trafficking, I knew I had to do something to stop him, I knew exactly who I was going up against, but I had blind faith in the law to actually do what's right.

That faith came back to bite me in the ass, as I was framed for a crime, I had no idea of, it was an accident that I witnessed, but surveillance made it look like I was trying to flee from the scene. Instead, I was chasing after the perpetrator. Due to the lack of substantial evidence against me, I was charged with involuntary manslaughter and made to face five years of jail time. It was a tragic and perplexing state of my life, as I was utterly clueless about how I got from trying to fight against injustice to being faced with outright injustice.

I lost friends, and a lot of people didn't believe me to be innocent. Only Mark stood by me through that phase of my life, he even testified in court against the mafia boss despite knowing how dangerous it would be, but he did it anyway. While I was convicted, he came to visit every day and helped me get a good appeal lawyer.

"Hey man," I greeted as he picked up the call. "I missed your call," I added.

"I wanted to let you know my flight landed safely," Mark replied from the other end of the call. He seemed to still be in transit, "Currently heading to the conference hall,"

"Oh, that is great," I muttered. I was still a bit incoherent from all that had just transpired a few minutes ago. How did I go from admiring her one minute to wanting to protect her the next minute and then almost fucking her?

I am a real piece of shit!!

"Were you able to drop off the house appliances to Kayla?" Mark asked, and I went cold again.

"Yes, I did,"

"Thank you, bro, and please do keep an eye on her. I would be back tomorrow," He instructed right before he dropped the call. I ran my finger through my hair. What am I to do?

I want to fuck her, I want to pin her to the wall and fuck her till she begs me to stop, and then there was Mark. I respected him so much, and he trusted me enough to ask me to take care of his sister, yet all I wanted to do was get in her pussy, thrust deep and hard into her, and make her cum.

I needed to ease off all this tension. My first instinct was to get a girl over, some random Tinder date, but as I picked up my phone to scroll through the never-ending match cycle on my phone, I glanced at Kayla's room through my window. She had pulled down her curtains. I left her in a pretty shitty way, and I don't know how to explain to her that guilt and shame got the best of me. I sighed and put down my phone.

I picked up my gym bag. I signed up yesterday for a gym. I needed to get back in shape and get back in the ring. Although, while in prison, I got into enough fights that it was almost safe to say I wouldn't need much practice to get back in shape.

As I walked into the gym, I was greeted with familiar stares. These were the same guys that I trained with before I was incarcerated. These were the same guys who testified in court that I had violent tendencies. The same backstabbing assholes I presumed to be my friends.

"Logan, fuck, no way," A muscular guy who was about the same height as I approached me.

"Paul," I said, with the least interest in chit-chatting with anyone. I came here to fight and blow off some steam.

"I wasn't aware you were out,"

He didn't care. When I was convicted, they were all happy because they had a fair chance with the women. When I was around, it wasn't even a competition.

"Do you want to hit the ring with me?" I asked with a smirk on my face. The rest of the guys stared at him, hoping he wouldn't be that foolish to say yes.

"Yes, sure, men," he replied, and you could almost hear the visible trembling in his voice.

"Let's get right to it then," I was ready to whoop his ass, and indeed that was exactly what I did.

5

KAYLA

Iwas beyond furious at Logan, how could he just walk away in such a manner and with no explanation whatsoever? I hate him, I do hate him. I hate him with every atom of my being, I hate him for the life of me.

I am infuriated by the thought of him and wonder how I could let myself be that foolish enough to appear weak before him that he thinks he could ride on my desire for him and have fun with me and leave me halfway.

"I am a fool," I would never let him have his way with me, not in this lifetime or the next to come. I glared at his window; I haven't seen him since yesterday. What has he been doing? Did he go out on one of his Tinder dates?

"Why am I obsessing over his whereabouts?" I questioned myself, I am sure he cares the least about me.

Still caught up in my thoughts, I hear a familiar car horn pulling up in the driveway.

Mark is back, I didn't even prepare lunch for him or at least order one and pretend to have made it myself. I have been so busy thinking about Logan, I have done nothing most of my day.

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