My boxing Angel

~Vincenzo~ I yawn and stretch when my alarm sounds, informing me that it’s time to get to work. I look around at my pitch-black room, make my way to the window, and open the blinds, letting the sunlight creep into my room and give it light. I smirk, looking down from my penthouse and seeing the busy streets of New York. It’s been 7 years since I signed my contract to become a boxer for Joshua Cooperate. Just a signature of my name and my life took a turn for the better. After changing into loose shorts, a shirt, and sneakers, I make my way to the penthouse's second floor. I had bought the penthouse and the floor below it and converted it into a penthouse for me and my brothers. My younger brothers are my anchor and reason to fight in the ring almost every night. Hell, I’m one of America’s most loved and famous boxer because they never gave up on me. They even turned their back on our parents when they laughed about my dream of becoming a professional boxer. Entering the kitchen, I roll my eyes at the two very different scenes that are playing before me. Elias, the youngest 22 years old, has his feet up on the table while texting on his phone. Elias has light brown hair and bright full of life green eyes, his skin is tanned, and he has a few freckles scattered around his face. I move my gaze from Elias to the second and third oldest, first Joaquin who is 24 putting Rafael who is 23 in a chokehold. Rafael has short dark red ginger hair; dark brown eyes and his skin is more on the porcelain side. Joaquin also possesses ginger hair and light brown eyes, and his skin is tanned. I make my way to each of my brothers, first knocking down Elia’s feet off the table, Elias scuffed at the action but went back to his phone. “Haven’t I told you to stop putting your feet on my table?” I narrow my eyes at him, but he doesn’t notice my harsh glare. I then make my way towards the two brothers wrestling and I pull Joaquin away from Rafael by the collar of his shirt, before Rafael could escape, I change my hold and grab the two of them by the ear and pull them closer to me. “No fighting inside the kitchen” I snarl at the two of them, both roll their eyes at me but ended the fight. “Joaquin breakfast, it’s your turn to cook,” I tell him nodding towards the stove, Joaquin groans and starts making his way to the stove but at a very slow pace. - My brothers trail behind me as they follow me into the company’s private gym for their boxers. Even though my brothers aren’t fighters they still like to stay in shape, so they use the equipment provided by the company for free. Entering the luxurious gym, I heard someone call my name. I look around and see my boss Joshua wave me down with a smile. I owe Joshua my whole career, he was the only brave person to actually sign a young boy with a dream. I make my way toward him gladly and with a smile on my face. When I’m close enough I can see that he is talking with someone. Her hair falls down on her back in waves, it’s long and it’s a light platinum blonde color. I have only seen that hair once I’m my lifetime and she has been the only girl to make my heart skip a beat. “Angel?” I whispered the nickname I gave her that night, shocked to see her here, to see her in the corporation where I work at. The girl in front of me turns around and looks at me with a sweet smile, the same smile she gave me all those years ago. She obviously looks older, but her bright and happy aura is the same, her light brown eyes still shine the same way as that cold night. “No sorry, my name is Jasmine,” she tells me with a smile, “But whoever Angel is, she seems to mean a lot to you” she finishes and extends her hand for me to shake. My face becomes emotionless, and I feel my heart sink into a dark pit where no emotion is found. She doesn’t remember me. She doesn’t f*****g remember me. I glare at her extended arm but reluctantly shake it. I hold onto her hand for more than intended, she notices my burning stare and quickly snatches her hand away from my grip. I don’t hear whatever Joshua is telling me, but I nod at his words. When his mouth stops moving, I take no time to walk away from the girl that made me a slave to her words, and I walk away from the girl that does not remember me, but that could still make my heart skip with just a glance of her beautiful light brown eyes.