My boxing Angel

Chapter 2

~Jasmine~

"These photos turned out amazing, Jasmine," Gabrielle tells me when I show the photos of the boxing match to her. It's been two days since Vincenzo’s amazing night inside the ring, which means I've had the whole weekend to edit the photos quietly and leisurely.

The photos ended up looking amazing, which is one of the reasons why I'm showing them to Gabrielle. Her dark curly hair falls over her face when she gets to the photo of the 4 siblings in the locker room. "Oh, my goodness, what handsome things they are" She gasps and puts a hand on my computer screen.

"Okay, that's enough," I push her hand away as she starts drooling all over my keyboard.

"They're gorgeous," she puts a hand on her hip, and I roll my eyes.

"I did all the hard work," I snort and hear Gabrielle giggle. Gabrielle is 24 and my best friend at work. We met one day at the coffee shop of the company and instantly connected. She's the assistant to the owner of J.C. I don't see her much, since she works on the floor above me, but this girl always manages to sneak away from our boss from time to time.

"Tomorrow night everyone is going out to celebrate Vincenzo’s 10th consecutive win. Are you going to be there?" she asks me, her tone is persistent, but I give her an awkward smile.

"You know parties aren't my thing," I tell her with a shrug, but she glances at me irritated.

"Girl, you need to go out more," she says placing both hands on each of my shoulders and shaking me a little from side to side. I hiss at the sudden movement and narrow my eyes at her. "You're going," she says, I open my mouth to protest, but she puts her hand over my mouth, silencing me. "No buts," she warns me. I look at her with pleading eyes, but she only responds with a sweet smile. This girl has a knack for getting people to do just what she wants with hardly any effort.

"I don't even have anything to wear," I say to her with a frown.

"Leave that to me," she tells me with a smile.

I hate this already and it hasn't even started.

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"Stop fidgeting," Gabrielle reprimands me and slaps away the hand that starts pulling down my shorts. I groan and narrow my eyes. Never in my 24 years of life would I have left the house dressed like this. The neon orange crop top is off-the-shoulder, and the white shorts are riding up my ass crack. The whole outfit is the work of Gabrielle, who has at least let me straighten my light platinum blonde hair.

I walk behind Gabrielle as the club bouncer lets us in. The music sounds like old-school reggaeton, laser lights dance everywhere, and the place reeks of alcohol and sweat. Gabrielle grabs my arm tightly and gives me a squeeze.

"Babes, change that repulsed face of yours, you're spooking away the hot guys," she whispers in my ear. "Relax" she pulls me in the direction of the bar and orders us a round of tequila.

The shots don't take long to arrive and we down them in one gulp. "That tastes awful," I groan as the hot substance slides down my throat and burns me.

"Trust me, a few more shots and you won't even be able to taste it," Gabrielle promises me with a smile, and I can't help but laugh at her.

I look around and the place is packed, though I'm not surprised. Vincenzo is the king of our company, so celebrating him is one of the things the company enjoys the most.

"Looking for someone?" Gabrielle asks me, and I turn my attention back to her.

"I can't find Vincenzo, which is odd considering it's a party dedicated to him," I say rolling my eyes.

"Oh, don't worry about him, he's probably in the VIP section with his brothers," she tells me with a shrug. "Let's dance!" she squeals excitedly and pulls me onto the dance floor.

We manage to make our way to the dance floor and once we started dancing, I managed to relax. Surprisingly being outside can be fun, especially when you have a girl like Gabrielle with you, this girl can make anyone have fun. After a few minutes of dancing, I was starting to feel dry on alcohol. "I'm going to get another drink," I yell to Gabrielle so she could hear me over the loud music.

"That's my girl!" preached Gabrielle and I laughed at her dramatic expressions.

I push around, trying to make my way to the bar, but it was nearly impossible. After a few minutes of pushing my way through the mass of people, I make it to the bar. I look around for the bartender, but he is nowhere to be found. I wait patiently for him to return when suddenly I feel a hand on my waist. I quickly turn around and push away whoever is touching me.

"Hey, you don't need to be a feisty little girl," the guy in front of me says and I wrinkle my nose in disgust. "How about I buy you a drink?" He mumbles leaning towards me and I take a step back, trying to distance myself as much as possible from him. He was bigger than me, so fighting him was impossible, now running seemed like the more favorable option.

"No, thank you," I say politely and turn my attention back to the bar, where's the bartender?

"Don't be like that, doll," the man grabs my arm and I slap his hand away.

"Don't f*****g touch me!" I yell in anger at his actions. "What is there to not understand that I said no? I can't put it in any simpler words for your little brain to understand!" with every word I spat at this man, his face began to distort even more in anger.

I swallow saliva and regret my outburst when I see his mouth turn into a thin line.

"Listen to here, little girl" he grabbed both my arms and pulled me closer to him. "How about you relax and stop making a scene in front of everyone?" he snarls at me, and when I look around a few people are looking our way. But they're just watching, no one is helping.

A f*****g classic.

"Now be a good girl and drink with me, maybe later I can reward you" he whispers the words in my ear, and I close my eyes at his proximity. This cannot be happening to me right now.

I groan as his grip starts to hurt, but then, over the loud music, a rough voice speaks up.