My boxing Angel

Chapter 1

~Jasmine~

Ever since I was a little girl, my mother used to tell me that I should always be on the lookout for that kind of love that makes me vibrate like the sound of the bell when a boxing match is over.

My mother always believed in true and pure love... me not so much. You tend to give up looking for true love when you go from a failed relationship to another.

The roar of the crowd brings me back to the moment and I realize that the eighth round has just ended with one fighter knocked out cold. I squeeze through the crowd of paparazzi to get a good photo of Vincenzo. Once I'm close enough to the boxer twice my height, my camera flashes. I look at the picture on my camera and make a face of disgust as I see the picture of Vincenzo’s blood-streaked face.

Vincenzo’s team holds him down and starts wiping the blood off as best as they can before the results come in and we can know for sure who won the match. But by Vincenzo’s smile, he already knows he has won.

After a few minutes, the referee stands in the center of the ring holding both wrestlers by the wrist. When the crowd calms down, the points are counted and the referee lifts Vincenzo’s wrist, and the flash on my camera goes off again. I look down to analyze the picture and roll my eyes.

Life through a camera lens is easier to read. Vincenzo D’Angelo is the best boxer in Joshua Corporate. His body is magnificent, like it was carved by Greek Gods, his arms are big and toned with muscle and are covered in tattoos, but my ultimate favorite tattoo is on his back, "The King of Kings" which can be read on his broad back. Vincenzo has light brown eyes; black hair and his skin is tanned by the sun. Vincenzo’s physique is the only good thing about the man. His smile is arrogant, his ego is ridiculously huge, his eyes shine with pride and not to mention how he thinks the world revolves around him. The only other good thing I can say about the guy is that he's a family guy, he's always around his 3 younger brothers, but other than that, he's a total jerk.

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"A team photo guys" the J.C. manager yells inside Vincenzo’s locker room. Milo gives me a simple smile and I nod to him in greeting. Milo settles himself next to me as all of Vincenzo’s brothers happily agree to the photo, while Vincenzo groans. I mentally roll my eyes at his reaction. Believe me, Vincenzo, if I had any choice, I wouldn't be here either, but like it or not I'm part of your sponsoring team.

"Make me look handsome, Jasmine," Elias says with a charming smile on his face and I give him a thumbs up.

"No fair, make me look handsome" Joaquin is the one speaking now pushing Elias a little.

"Come on brothers we all know she is going to make me look the prettiest," Rafael says and slaps Joaquin behind his head.

"Ok guys I can't make you all look handsome, but I can work with a smile, how about that?" I tell them with a smile of my own and the three guys settle in, aggreging at my proposition, they put their arms around the brother they had next and smile brightly.

I take the picture, but when I examine it, I wrinkle my nose at it. I nudge Milo lightly on the ribs and he looks down at my camera. He sighs in disappointment and squints his eyes, staring at Vincenzo.

"Vincenzo, you have to smile for the picture" Milo demanded, Vincenzo rolls his eyes and gives us a smile. It's a small one, but I can work with it.

I take the picture before it disappears and look back at my camera and smile a little. "Now this one, I really like," I say in a cheerful tone to the brothers. The three boys push each other to see who gets to me first. Elias wins the race and I show him the photo. He whistles at the photo and then looks at me. "You are very talented." He says and proceeds to leave a little room for his brothers to take a look at the photo as well.

I shrug at his comment. "I just push a button, you guys do all the hard work," I tell him with a gentle smile.

"Okay everybody out, I want to take a shower" Vincenzo’s grunt, diverting all our attention from the photo to look at him.

"Don't you want to see the picture?". asks Joaquin. "We all look very handsome" he looks once more at the photo and grimaces at it. "Well, everyone except Rafael," says Joaquin with a shrug and Rafael wastes no time in grabbing his brother by the neck to choke him and show him who is the stronger brother. They start playing aggressively, and Rafael collides with me unintentionally and almost makes me drop my camera.

"Enough of this little girl fight" hisses Milo to the boys as he claps his hands together to get their attention. "Vincenzo get in the shower, brothers gather your belongings, don't leave anything behind like last time," Milo says as he rubs his temples.

The four brothers set to work on what they had been told. Milo pulls me out of the locker room and sighs. "Are you okay?" I ask as I put my hand on his shoulder.

"I swear they get more shameless by the day," he tells me, and I laugh a little at his comment. "I can't wait for the day when a woman tames each one of them," he says with a sigh.

"Like that's ever going to happen," I tell him, and he laughs at my words. Milo is 31, young but not too young to be working with a bunch of guys who act like teenagers. Milo has green eyes and blond hair, which is one of the features that fascinate his wife.

"How's your little girl?" I ask him, trying to get the 4 brothers out of his mind, brothers that don't know how to behave.