My boxing Angel

Chapter 14

~Vincenzo~

I woke up early in the morning and walked around the silent house, it’s so quiet it’s surreal. I have always enjoyed the silence, which is why I always wake up before my brothers, the silence helps me think and brings me peace. Nonetheless, the ruckus my brothers bring, now that noise makes me happy.

I make my way to the kitchen and start thinking, it is the day of my fight and I need some cheering up. There is nothing I enjoy more or that brightens my day than the tinted red cheeks of Jasmine. Which is why before arriving at the kitchen, my feet took another direction.

I might have been…

Okay, I was a real asshole towards her yesterday, but the thought of another man having what I want…

Is it wrong that I get an impulse to smash their head in? God damn it, maybe going to see her and teasing her a little is not the best option. But before I could stop myself, my knuckles were already touching her door, knocking. I waited for her response, but I never got it. I furrow my eyebrows together at her lack of response. I look at the watch I have on and see that it’s 9 a.m. She is normally up at this hour.

I knocked again, but nothing. My patience snaps and I open the door with a swing. “Jasmine?” I call out her name, but she doesn’t answer, I feel my heart skip, and not in a good way. I searched every inch of her room, but she wasn’t there. I try to diel her, but it goes straight to voicemail.

Fear and uneasiness start to creep all over me, and inside of me, making me feel like I can’t breathe.

Where is she? Is she in danger? Does she not know the danger of Las Vegas? Questions over questions start to brew inside my head.

Yes, I might have been acting like an asshole toward her, but that doesn’t mean that I hate her and want her to be in danger or worse get hurt. I rush out of the house and look around trying to figure out what to do or where to go.

I take a few deep breaths and try to focus my mind, where would Jasmine go? I know she likes to take pictures… the most popular places in Vegas are where I might find her.

I have been to a total of 2 places and I’m growing even more relentless at the thought of her prancing around Vegas without a care in the world. I have tried her phone numerous times, but she still hasn’t answered or even returned one of my calls.

I try once again calling her as I keep a look out. The Belgiam Founts are beautiful, but not as beautiful as my angel. I can only see her back, but the way my breath hitches at just the mere glimpse of her. My mind and body know it’s her.

I found her, oh, thank God, I have found her. She is wearing a cute white tennis skirt, a light blue crop top, and some black Converse, and her hair is loose in waves. I look at the way I’m dressed, and I mentally curse, I’m wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses, a black shirt, ripped jeans, and my favorite combat boots. If I snatch her away from the public, people might think I’m kidnapping her.

I wait from afar keeping a close eye on her as she takes photos and smiles down at her camera, I can see the glint her eyes get when she captures the perfect photo. Jasmine starts to walk away from the fountain and from any prying eyes that could catch the conversation we are about to have.

I grab onto her elbow and pull her towards me. She crashes against my chest, and before she can scream as a reflex, I place my hand over her mouth, so she wouldn’t attract any attention to us. I feel a tear land on my hand, and that’s when I notice her shaking figure.

“Why are you crying?” I question her, frowning at her reaction. I feel her relaxing into my embrace and that makes me smile to myself, I like the way her body reacts to mine.

“Oh my God, it’s just you!” she exclaims in relief. “I thought something bad was going to happen to me” she exhales, and I tighten my hold on her.

“And something bad could have happened,” I growl in anger. The thought of something bad happening to her just doesn’t sit right with me. “This is Las Vegas angel, anything can happen to you, and I wouldn’t have a clue on where to start looking for you!” I tell her while shaking her. I have grown so comfortable calling her the nickname I gave her all those years ago. It feels so right to finally get it off my chest and use it and be able to see the reaction it gets out of her. She was the angel who came to me and gave me some reasoning words that I will never forget and will always take with me when I step into the ring.

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We spent the rest of the day taking photos and having a good time. After modeling and getting violated… okay not violated but tickled, something that caught me by surprise, we are finally getting back to the house. When entering I head over to the kitchen and pull two water bottles and hand one over to Jasmine.

“Thank you champ,” she tells me with a smile, and I smirk at her nickname.

I really like it.

“There you two are!” Joaquin says in a breath, and I cringe at his tone. I think I might have forgotten to tell him where we were. To be totally honest I was distracted by my angel.

“It’s her fault,” I say pointing an accusing finger toward Jasmine and I see how her mouth parts open in shock.

“Don’t!” she says and slaps my chest hard. “Don’t lie! You were the one that went all stalker on me” She laughs but stops when I grab a hold of her hand and pull her towards me. Her breath becomes ridged when her face is just inches away from mine, just like earlier today.

I want to kiss her so damn bad, but… but she deserves to be with someone that is not an asshole. Maybe she deserves someone who can tell her the truth about the first time they met.

She deserves someone who is nothing like me.