Chapter 77

“Pffftt. Shut up. We both know I reign supreme on the court.” Jake shoves him towards the kitchen door playfully, and Arrick jabs back with a practiced boxing blow that lightly grazes Jake’s abdomen, his defending hand up and guarding while he makes the cut. It’s not hard to tell that he does it for a living.

He effortlessly moves to in fighter pose, arms in tight, light on his toes, and head tucked. For someone who specializes in mixed combat, Arrick has the stance of a boxer down to a fine art. He almost dances on his feet as instinct kicks in, and he goes into trained mode, flexing his shoulders and grinning like a cheeky, cocky ass with an undefeated record.

Jake lifts his hands in defense, just as good at this and just as cocky, being sometimes his brothers’ sparring partner at the gym. He takes a swipe with a flat hand at Arrick’s head, ducks, weaves, and lands another mock blow on Jake’s shoulder this time. Too fast and focused for even big brother Jacob. Jake gra