Followed him in, and the both of them entered the boxing ring, they saw a giant man, lifting a man above hid head.
He flung him to the audience, and the people surrounding the ring, betting, cheered him.
The man beside Sylvester pulled out a cigarette, and lit it, he dragged it and puffed smoke, that drifted into the sky, making a twirling dance.
“You remember him?” he asked, to Sylvester, who was glaring at the acclaimed champion.
He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists “I do” he retorted, the man standing by his side, chuckled.
At Bella's Mansion…
Sam watched her train, he watched all her moves, as she practiced her lungful, she did a last, swivel kick, dragged her leg backward, and positioned her arm.
Sam started clapping, “you are getting better” he complimented.
Bella wore an expressionless face, she stared at the lake briefly, and turned around to look at Sam, who was sitting calmly on a relaxation bench.
He threw her towel to her, Bella caught it, and wiped her face with it.
“What do you want me to get you on valentine?” he asked, smilingly, she wasn't moved, she walked to the relaxation chair, close to Sam's own, and sat on it.
She reclined on the chair and closed here eyes, “nothing” she responded.
Sam jerked, “damn it! You don't mean it, do you?” he reposted, she didn't say anything, he decided to surprise her anymore, Bella heart was messy, the memory, she sighed heavily.
Jeane saw Jeame sitting alone in the garden, she sneaked to him.
“I know you are there” he said, and turned around smiling, Jeane frowned.
“Why can't you let me surprise you” she said, and sat by his side.
Both The of them were quiet for some time, “you missed home?” she asked, he turned to her and smile.
“I do, but it is useless anyway” he sighed heavily, Jeane heart twitched.
“You don't have to feel so sad, I can give you a day off so that you can celebrate with your family, and your girlfriend” Jeane heart clenched tightly at the last statement.
Jeame threw his head backward and laughed, Jeane was surprise to hear him laugh, his voice, rich and deep, absolute stunning.
“I don't have any one of them you mentioned” he answered, Jeane thought deeply, the thought of him being single excite her, and made her heart race.
At the Clubhouse…
“I will bet on you, hope you won't make me lose my money, just the way, your father did” he taunted.
Sylvester glanced at him and chuckled, “Mr. Thomas, you have to worry about your combatant king, not me” Sylvester shrugged.
Mr. Thomas nodded towards a man organizing the show, he gestured two fingers slitting his throat.
The man nodded and went to the podium “tonight is an interesting one, you remember our favorite boxing champion, beaten mercilessly in this ring, his son, is here to take revenge” he announced, and the crowd