Jimmy came barging through the door. “Saint, you’re not going to fucking believe who is talking to Frankie right now?”
I stared at Jimmy with a blank look on my face. “Who’s Blaine Davis?”
“Only the richest guy this side of the tracks.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “So, what’s the big fuckin’ deal?”
“It’s a big fucking deal because he’s heard about you and your fight with ‘The Gladiator.’ Apparently, he wants to sponsor you or some shit. I was trying to listen in, but Frankie caught me and sent me away.”
“I don’t need any sponsors. I’m good.”
“Do you realize what a sponsor could do for you?”
“Yeah, I do. I also realize I’d need to answer to that sponsor. I already have to answer to Frankie. I don’t need someone else breathing down my neck.”
“Well, if his money won’t sway you, you should see the cute little honey he has with him. She’s a Gingah.”
“A Gingah. You know she has red hair,” he said touching his hair.
“You’re so fucking stupid,” I laughed.
“I wonder if her carpet matches her drapes,” Jimmy laughed raising his eyebrows.
“Dude, seriously. . . Are you twelve?”
“You gotta come see her. She’s a fuckin’ dime.”
Jimmy had actually sparked my interest at this point. He wasn’t one to check out other girls. He only had eyes for Stephannie.
“I’ll be out in one minute. Let me finish getting my gloves on.”
“Don’t take too long. I’d hate for you to miss out on this piece of ass.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
I highly doubt the girl standing in my gym was going to be the hottest girl I’ve ever seen before. I’ve had my share of hot chicks.
Once the gloves were on, I did a once over in the mirror, then headed out into the gym. I saw Frankie talking to some young guy who was probably around my age. He was dressed in a well tailored suit and some pansy ass shoes. I laughed to myself. What a jerk-off walking around in those shoes.
“Ahhhh! Gabriel, there you are. Come over here, there’s someone I want you to meet,” Frankie said cordially.
I jogged over. “What’s up Frankie?”
“Gabriel, this is Blaine Davis.”
I held out my hand to shake his then realized I had my gloves on. “Sorry, I’d shake your hand but. . .” I said looking down at my hands.
Truth was I didn’t want or need this guy in my life. I’d gotten by just fine before him, and I’ll get along just fine after him.
“Saint, it’s really great to finally meet you. I’ve been following you for some time now,” Blaine said enthusiastically.
“Oh yeah?” I replied, unphased.
“I can’t wait to see you kick the shit out of Gladiator.”
“Gladiator is going to be a tough opponent. My guess is it’ll go to a decision.”
“No way man. You’re going to TKO him within the first few rounds. I have money on it.”
This dude was raking on my nerves. He didn’t even know what the fuck he was talking about. Frankie was right I needed to get myself prepared for this fight. Gladiator was a phenomenal boxer, and I had my work cut out for me.
“Well, it was really nice to meet you, but I gotta go start training,” I said walking toward the ring.
“I’d really like to sit down and talk about sponsoring you,” Blaine said.
“Talk to Frankie and set it up. He knows my schedule.”
I had no intentions of keeping that meeting. I’d have Frankie schedule it and then have him cancel it.
“Blaine, are you almost done?” I heard a sweet, soft voice say from the corner of the room.
There she was…. This beautiful, petite red head who must have stood only five feet five inches, and that was with her wearing stiletto high heels. She was dressed as formally as Blaine was. The dress she was wearing probably cost a small fortune; though, it hugged her in all the right places. I’m sure my entire wardrobe didn’t cost as much. With her pale blue eyes, she looked me up and down, giving me a little smirk.
“How rude of me,” Blaine said. “Saint this is my girlfriend, Salem Harris. Salem this is Saint, the fighter I’ve been telling you about.”
“Blaine, come here! I want to show you something,” Frank shouted interrupting our introductions.
Salem and I stood in silence.
“Salem? That’s an intriguing name.” I smiled trying to break the awkward silence.
“I was named after my Great Grandmother,” she replied, completely uninterested.
“Well, it’s a unique and beautiful name.”
I caught her looking me up and down again. “You like what you see, sweetheart?” I winked at her.
Her smirk quickly changed to a sneer. “In your dreams,” she quietly said, rolling her eyes, but loud enough for me to hear her.
“Burn! Shot down by the Gingah,” Jimmy laughed loudly as he walked by.
“I beg your pardon?” She snapped directing herself to Jimmy.
I could tell by the shocked look on Jimmy’s face he didn’t expect to see that reaction come out of her.
“I . . . Ummm. . . I’m sorry,” was all Jimmy could get out.
“Salem, he was just kidding,” Blaine said walking up behind her, putting his hand around her waist.
“He has no right to insult me like that,” she said raising her voice.
“You’re right he doesn’t. Jimmy, apologize to the lady,” I interjected trying to defuse the situation.
Frankie would kill Jimmy if he pissed off a potential sponsor. Frankie’s gym stayed open primarily through grants, donations and sponsorships.
Jimmy walked closer to Salem. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. It was just a joke.”
“Don’t worry about it, Jimmy. She’ll be just fine. Won’t you, Salem?” Blaine said consoling her.
Salem shook her head, yet she was still giving both me and Jimmy a dirty look.
“Come on. Let’s get into the ring before you say something else that’s stupid,” I laughed to Jimmy patting him on the back.