Chapter 63. The Kids

Carlos smiles at me. “You’re a good little boxer," he says as he removes his gloves and places them down, he was shocked by how good I am, and I'm not surprised to be honest, people never expect a woman to be as good as a man at things like this. I just proved I can be.

'Little’ I want to laugh at that. “Thanks, Carlos.” It's a compliment coming from him, even if he did say 'little' from Carlos, him saying someone is good, means they are. He trains some of the best, so I'm happy right now.

 “He’s not wrong. Most don’t get this good doing it as a hobby.” Dario grins at me as I pull the gloves off. I didn't do it as a hobby, I did it to fight back against those I need to. I was fed up of being weak against men who thought they had rights over my body. Boxing, was a way to do that.

“I enjoyed it.” I shrug, I did. Sure, it began as a way to defend myself against Harry, but I put a lot of work into