“Except that,” I agree. Because let’s be honest, no one is ever going to be good enough for Jazzy, not even me. Doesn’t mean I’m ever going to let anyone else have her again. She is mine. “You know I’m going to marry her.”
Carlo stops. He doesn’t turn around, though. Instead, he shakes his head and continues walking.
I guess that’s progress. He didn’t say I couldn’t. Not that I need his permission. We’re nearly thirty fucking years old. We don’t need our parents’ approval. But it would be easier for Jazzy if she had it.
I make my way downstairs and head into the gym. I want to say goodbye to her before I leave. I pause in the doorway. Jazzy’s on the mat. Her shoes off, her hair up in a messy bun, and a light sheen of sweat coating her body. Fucking sexy as hell. I stare, watching as she easily drops Aiden on his ass.
“Again,” CJ calls out, and then he looks to me.
“Really? Haven’t I done enough?” Jazzy groans.
“No. Again,” CJ says.
“But he makes it too easy.” Jazzy’s eyes meet mine, and her entire face lights up. “Wanna wrestle?”
“With you, always.” I smirk.
“Nope. Not happening,” CJ snarls. “Jazzy, this is serious. You need to practice and hone these skills. It’s been too long since you’ve even seen the inside of a gym.”
“It’s not like I’m going to be attacked in a gym whenor ifit happens,” she says.
“It’s not fucking happening,” I grunt.
“I’ll fight you.”
My head snaps to the left. To Aurelio, that fucking asshole Jazzy kissed in the casino lobby. He smirks.
“Sure, if you want to get beat by a girl.” Jazzy laughs and bounces on her feet.
“You really think you can take me?” Aurelio asks her.
“I know I can.” Jazzy is confident. But I’m already making my way over. Fuck if I’m going to let her near that asshole again.
I pick her up and move her to the edge of the mat. Then I turn back to a smirking Aurelio, and before I can think better of it, my right fist swings out and connects with his chin.
I hear Jazzy gasp. “You don’t get to fucking touch her,” I growl.
“Yeah? Who the fuck is going to stop me? You?” Aurelio shakes his head.
“Yes.”
And then the asshole is swinging at me. I dodge it, landing one of my own on his torso before kicking my leg out behind his. He hits the mat with a thud, and I don’t give him time to get up before I’m sitting on top of him, connecting blow after blow with his face.
“Oh my god. Stop!”
I can hear Jazzy, but I don’t stop. I’ve wanted to hit this fucker since I saw him kiss my girl. She’s mine. Not anyone else’s and I’ll be fucking damned if I’m going to let anyone get near her again.
Aurelio flips us and now I’m trapped under him. Or at least I let him think I am. I bring a leg up between our bodies. My foot pushes against his chest and he falls backwards. I’m on my feet within seconds and so is he. Blood drips from his face. He’s barely landed a hit on me. I manage to either block or dodge every swing he takes, and he’s getting pissed.
“CJ, do something!” Jazzy yells out.
“Why?”
“Because Jake will kill him,” she says and I stop, which gives Aurelio the opportunity to throw a punch to the side of my face. Fucking hell, the guy can hit… when he can land them.
“That was your one shot,” I growl before tossing two more consecutive blows to his face.
“Okay, that’s enough.” CJ pulls at my back. I’m about to headbutt him to get him off me when I stop myself. This is Jazzy’s little brother. I can’t hit him. “Damn, Jake, I did not think you had that in you,” he says.