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.
handled the body. Jax blocked the first shot. The second one grazed his chin. His corners screamed to reset distance. Hunter's crew stood still, like they'd predicted every adjustment Jax would make. I stared at the tablets in their hands. My stomach dropped. This wasn't a walk-in raid. They'd been prepping for months. Round three. Jax's gas tank ran dry. The guy chained shots
together. A hook cracked into his ankle. Jax's knees buckled. He dropped to the ring Jax! Round two. Done. Coach, both your sons are out. Guess you're up now. Mom grabbed Dad's hand when he peeled off his jacket. Your back just healed. Don't do this.
They stomped on our gym sign. If I don't step up, the Callahans really are a joke. Then he looked at me. Rye, go upstairs.
Whatever you hear tonight, don't come down. I didn't move. Dad thought I was scared. His voice softened.
It's okay. We've still got money. Even if the gym goes, I can move us anywhere and still spoil you rotten. My throat closed up.
When they first brought me home, I couldn't handle the Callahans. Too loud. Too much. Jack's noticed I barely ate. He'd get up at 2 a.m. to microwave me leftover pasta.
Mason bitched about how picky I was, but every time he went out, he came back with the softest sneakers he could find in my size. Dad was the worst. He hated that our stairs made me tired. He literally looked into installing an elevator in a three-story house.
They all thought I was weak, but not one of them ever thought about using me for