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Beau
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Sweat dripped down his face as he continuously hit
the heavy punching bag in front of him. Sleep had evaded
him the night before and he had no idea why. Well, okay, he
had a small inkling as to why. Their names were Addie and
Kylie, two Littles who had quickly become part of his family,
yet neither of them belonged to him. Not that he wanted his
brothers’ women. No, that wasn’t it. But the presence of the
two women in the family made the void in Beau’s life all
that more prominent.
So, there he was, punching the shit out of a bag,
trying to work out the aggression and tiredness he was
feeling, hoping by the time he was done that he would fall
asleep for at least a few hours. Sleep had been an issue for
Beau since he was young, especially after Celeste had been
murdered. There were months after her death that he’d
barely gotten two hours of sleep a night. Now he could
usually get four hours, maybe five if he was lucky.
Breathing through each hit, Beau landed punch after
punch onto the bag until his fists ached, and he was
practically swaying from exhaustion. Cinnamon, the dog
that he had rescued a few months back, trotted up to him
with her tail wagging. He brought her to The Cage, the MMA
gym he owned, every day when he went to work. The poor
dog had been a bait dog in a dog fighting ring and had been
left out to die until he and his brother Ash had gone and
rescued her.
Pulling his gloves off, Beau squatted down to the floor
and stroked Cinnamon’s head. She was a reddish-colored pit
bull with white markings on her chest. Her face was scarred
from however long she’d been used for other, stronger dogs
to practice their attacks on but now, other than the physical scars, Cinnamon was just a normal, happy dog. It had taken
a few weeks before she started coming out of her shell after
he had brought her home, but once she did and Beau
started bringing her to work with him, the only thing that
would give off the fact that she had been a fighting dog
were the scars.
Members at the gym loved her, and as much as he
hated to admit it, he had totally fallen in love with the dog.
He had planned on only fostering her until she had healed,
and then he was going to find her a loving home, but the
missing feeling of love in his life had been quickly filled by
Cinnamon.
“Hey, girl,” he said, scratching her behind the ears.
She greeted him back with excited panting and tail
wags. When she tried to lick the sweat off of his face, Beau
chuckled and stood to avoid her slobbery tongue.
“Hey, son.”
Beau looked up to find his dad walking toward him
with a gym bag slung over his shoulder. Despite being in his
late fifties, his Pop was still in as good shape as Beau and
his brothers. Pop had been a boxer all his life, and the years
of training still reflected on his physique.
“Hey, Pop. What are you up to? It’s early for you to be
here.”
Beau looked at the clock on the wall. It was only nine
in the morning. Pop usually didn’t come into the gym until
the afternoon.
“I’m going to lunch and a movie with Claire today, but
I still wanted to get a workout in,” Pop said.
His dad was already wrapping his hands to get ready
to put his gloves on. Cinnamon walked over and sat in front
of Pop, who started stroking her fur and talking gently to
her.
Claire was his brother’s girlfriend’s mom, and though
Pop denied to Ash that he was dating her, Beau was pretty
sure there was something between the two. If it hadn’t been for Pop getting angry when Ash had asked him about it,
Beau would have started asking questions, but he didn’t
really want to get into it with his dad so early in the
morning.
“Why do you look like shit?” Pop asked.
Beau gave his dad an exasperated look.
“I’m not sleeping well,” Beau said dryly.
Pop nodded, studying Beau for a long moment.
“What’s bothering you, son?”
His dad knew him too well sometimes.
He shrugged and grabbed his workout towel from the
bench where Pop was sitting, wiping the sweat from his
face.
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