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.
Made total sense to me. The day before the anniversary event, some sponsor wanted me to shoot promo photos with my brothers. They ran the numbers loud. Long-lost daughter comes home to a boxing dynasty. Instant clicks. Put me in the middle in fight gear. They'd bump the sponsorship 30%. She doesn't want to box. Don't stuff her into a fighter's
You think we need that 30%? She whines about standing still for 10 minutes. I was lying on the couch eating grapes. I nodded hard.
The brand manager kept glancing at me. He didn't push again. On his way out, he whispered to his assistant that the Callahans spoiled their daughter
more than their champions. Mason heard it. A champion loses, he trains again. Our sister was missing over 10 years.
We finally got her back. Damn right she's precious. When I was little, I watched people slap a price on my head all the time.
How much per match? How much per punch? Can she still fight after taking that hit? So, the more the Callahans treated me like a useless princess.
The day of the gym anniversary, all I wanted was a slice of cake. Jax had an interview. Mason had an exhibition match. Dad was busy greeting the old fighters.
I'd just sliced off the biggest strawberry piece when a crash exploded from the front Callahan gym sign hit the floor. Eight gyms worth of guys marched in. The man in front was Hunter Cross.
Hunter used to be Dad's student. He quit years ago over creative differences. Then he swept up seven surrounding boxing gyms in a few years. Hunter dragged his shoe across the busted gym sign and smiled at Dad.
Coach, five years, huh? Same old place. Dad's smile dropped.