A woman who has been mocked and belittled as a fragile princess turns out to be a ten-time boxing champion. When the people around her push too far, she steps into the ring to fight back and prove them wrong.
Month three, back at the Callahan house. Dad finally gave up teaching me to box. Simple reason. I was too damn soft. First day in the training room, he told me to run three laps around the gym. I made it half a lap and squatted down on the She didn't grow up training, Dad. Chill. Take it slow.
Look at her. A stiff breeze could knock her over. One league champ, one national title holder, and you two spoil her like this? I sat on the padded bench, hugging an iced coffee. Full agreement from me. Back when I fought six matches a day, nobody ran half a lap for me. Now that I'm finally retired,
why would I ask for pain? Dad didn't quit. He tried to teach me basic self-defense. The coach raised his hand. I flinched back on instinct. Dad went quiet for a long time. Next day he hired me a full-time housekeeper. Her name is Miss Rita. She even cuts strawberries into tiny pieces and feeds them to me. I'm real satisfied with my life.
The Callahans are big in American boxing. Dad won three championship belts back in his day. Now he owns the biggest gym in the city. Jax took the pro league title two years ago. Mason just came back from training overseas. There are girls online calling him husband. As for me, everyone assumes my only job is eating. Sometimes people online whine that the Callahan's long-lost daughter
is a useless brat. Dad heard it once and yanked that outlet's media pass. My daughter's been missing over 10 years. She's home to relax, not to perform for you people. Made total sense to me. The day before the anniversary event, some sponsor wanted me