Page 122 of Forgotten Comeback
She kicks off her heels, sitting as she tucks her feet beneath her. “Come here.” She pats the spot beside her on the couch.
I take a seat, my leg bouncing wildly. Feeling like I can’t look at her while I say this, my head falls into my hands. “You called me a good boy. That’s what set me off.”
“I’m sorry,” she says gently.
“Don’t be. You had no way to know.”
“Know what?” Taylor asks.
“You remember me telling you about my old coach and his wife? I lied to you about never being in a relationship. My only one was with her.”
“How old were you?”
I lift my head, daring to sneak a peek at her. “It started when I was thirteen.”
“How old was she?” Taylor presses.
“Thirty.”
“Gavin,” she says my name so gently it fucking hurts, lacing her fingers with mine. “That wasn’t a relationship; that was abuse.”
Chapter
Forty-Seven
Gavin
Fifteen-years-old
“That’s it, Rocco.” Maria bounces on my dick. “Be a good boy and make me come.”
“Coach will be here soon,” I say, glancing around the training room nervously.
“Fuck Gus.” She grabs my chin, forcing my focus solely on her. “I love you, Rocco. Tell me you love me.”
No one’s ever told me that, and I try to say it back, but the words get stuck in my throat. Instead, I thrust my hips hard, how she likes it, and her head falls back on a moan.
It all happens so fast, and yet it’s slowed down, like I’m watching it play out at half speed.
Coach appears and grips Maria by the hair, and there’s a loud bang.
Half of Maria’s skull is now gone, her crimson insides spattered on the wall.
I’m jerked up, the gun now held at my temple. “In the ring, boy. You wanted what’s mine so damn bad, let’s see you go toe to toe with the champ.”
There’s barely time to put up my dick before I puke everywhere.
“Not a big man anymore, eh, Rocco?” Gus taunts. “Let’s go. Bare-knuckles.”
I’m dragged to the ring and shoved between the ropes, the harsh fluorescent lighting making it hard for me to see.
Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I feel strange, like I’m hovering outside of my body. Giving my head a shake doesn’t help, and so I begin shuffling.
“Let’s get ya wrapped up.” Someone in Gus’ entourage appears, wrapping my hands. “Good luck, kid. You’re gonna need it.”
He disappears, and Coach eyes me down from the other corner. He’s older, he has more fight experience, and he’s pissed.
He’s pissed? The only woman in the world to love me, and Gus just killed her.
