Page 43 of Bruised Hearts

“Will this affect your fight with Breaker?”

“Naw. Why do you think I’m spending so much time with Nova? He’s nothing for me to worry about. That nigga is soft, and lucky.”

“Those are big words. Do you think you can back it up?” Danger looked at the camera as if he was talking to me.

“I’ve already hurt him. When we fight, I’m going to break him.” Not wanting to hear anymore, I turned it off.

Pops didn’t send me that so I could hear what he was saying about our fight. He wanted me to hear the part about Ariyah. While the shit hurt, it is what it is. Obviously, that was her goal, and where she wanted to be, so I was removing myself from the equation. I did my part, and I could say I did what a nigga was supposed to do.

The night she went out with Charly, I didn’t expect to hear from her. She was celebrating as she should. I called and stopped by the house the next few days, nothing. I wasn’t even under the stalker act; my ass was worried something had happened. Out of nowhere, I got a text from Stone saying Ariyah wouldn’t be coming back to The Ninth Round and he got her career from here. Thanked me for my services, told my black ass they appreciated me, and couldn’t have done it without me. At first, I thought it was a joke, or him trying to push me away, but when she didn’t call or show up anymore, I knew it was true. That shit was a month ago. Regardless of what I felt for her, I was done chasing. To shorty, I was a business move. Played me like a sucka, but it happens to the best of us.

I wasn’t angry, just aware. Hell, I even watched a few of her segments with them following her training. Knowing how Tricky fights, and from what I’ve seen them teaching Ariyah, shorty was gone have some problems on her hands. That style of fighting wouldn’t work against Tricky. Irritated, I jumped up and grabbed my Louboutins from the closet. I was trying to scrub her ass from my mind, but Pops had to send me that video. I knew she was fighting tonight, which is why my interview was too. Her ass wanted me gone, so gone was what I was going to be. I wish her well and hope she has much success.

“Baby, what are you in here doing? We have to get going or you’re going to be late.” Tan’s ass was getting on my nerves, but she helped with my overall goal. Mostly, she distracted me from my thoughts of Ariyah. Tonight, she was helping me ring the petty bell. Mufuckas want to be all in the videos with niggas, well, I was about to show a mufucka how it’s done. She went low, but I was about to take it to hell.

“I’m ready.” Walking out of the hotel room, we jumped on the elevator and headed downstairs. Usually, when I’m out with Tan, my hat be pulled down to my chin. I was going to do the same thing today, and when we got to the venue, I was gone have her ass sitting so far in the back she was checking coats. Instead, I was smiling and waving at each camera I passed on the way to my car. Titan shook his head at my shenanigans, but I ignored that too and got inside.

“We looking like a real power couple. It’s about to be some hating ass jits.” I looked at her like she was crazy.

“You ain’t got no power. I have an interview, you’re with me, don’t make this more than what it is. I fuck with you, but it’s nothing more than that.”

“It’s okay. You don’t see it yet, but you will.” Not about to argue with delusional Dalia, I scrolled my phone and somehow ended up on live footage of the fight. They were about to walk out, and my eyes were glued to the screen. Tan leaned over and smacked her lips. Her hand reached over and began unzipping my pants. “You have worry wrinkles, let me straighten them out for you.” Before I could respond, she slid my dick out and kissed the tip. I looked up, and Titan was shaking his head again. We made eye contact in the rearview mirror, so I shrugged my shoulders. Placing my hand on her head, I pushed hard making her go to the bottom of the base.

“If you gone suck it, don’t play with my shit. Get this nut out of me before we pull up.” Thinking she was going to win a girlfriend title, she began sucking as if her life depended on it.

“Mmmm, you taste so good, daddy.”

“Say man, what kind of freaky incest fantasy you got going on? Shut yo ass up before you make my dick go soft.” Her silly ass giggled before she started attacking my shit again. I could feel my nut rising, so I laid my head back and closed my eyes. Ariyah’s face preparing to walk out popped in my head. Opening my eyes fast as fuck, I tried to focus on what was happening in the moment. Tan. Tan was sucking my dick. Well, I might add. As soon as my nut shot down her throat, Titan cleared his throat.

“Boss man, we’re here.” Tan made sure she cleaned up all residue before sitting up looking accomplished. Putting my dick away, I made sure I looked straight before hopping out of the car. Stepping inside of the studio, I headed towards the podium. The press was already present and waiting on me, so I took a seat and got ready. Their hands shot up immediately. Pointing towards one, I gave her the go ahead.

“Breaker, there has been a lot of speculation circling around your upcoming fight, and even though you’re the defending champ, they are taking you as the underdog. How do you feel about that?”

“I don’t feel shit. I hope they only talking out of their necks and not betting no money that way.” There was slight laughter, but I meant what I said.

“Danger’s style of fighting is a lot more hands on. With him being a powerhouse, do you think your normal way of fighting will work?”

“My normal way of fighting is winning.”

“No, you allow worthy opponents to pummel you for eleven rounds and then pull off the victory in the twelfth.” That reporter’s comment pissed me off.

“You’re suggesting that I cherry pick opponents, and also that I miraculously pull off a win. That’s not the case. Every opponent I’ve fought either challenged my title or had the belts I wanted. Either way, Breaker wins.”

“The question remains the same. Do you think the way you have approached past fights will work against a powerhouse like Danger?”

“What I think is, if Danger wasn’t a great fighter we wouldn’t be having this conversation. There would be no fight, and everyone would be doing something else with their day. So, I’m going to approach this fight like I’ve done all my other ones. With the mindset I’m going to give my all, and no matter what, win.”

“Danger stated in his interview, he was going to break you, causing you to lose your title. What do you say to that?”

“I say he’s trying to be me. He’s not doing the one, and I’m not doing the two. Last I checked, I was the only Breaker, and I don’t plan on changing my name any time soon.”

“Breaker, you initially trained Nova, and publicly announced that you two were seeing each other. Shortly after, she was seen training with Danger, and he made some pretty bold statements indicating they were more than sparring partners. Will that give you any motivation walking into the fight pushing you to win?”

“I don’t need motivation to win. I’m going to do that regardless. As for Nova, she’s free to do whatever she feels is best for her and her career. Besides, you didn’t see that fine ass woman I walked in with? I don’t need no more motivation than that.” I smirked knowing she would eventually see this interview.

“As of right now, all judges have Nova losing by a landslide. She went down the first round and seems to be hurt pretty bad. Do you think if she had continued to train under you, this would be the outcome?” Hearing that, I lost all sense of reason.

“No more questions.” Hauling ass, I made my way towards the exit. Tan was talking to a reporter, so I left out and jumped in the car. Titan climbed inside and gave a smirk.