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The Hitter
Date: 8/23/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: gilrenard, Rating: , Source: LushStories
my hand and stared me down, “Promise me you won’t look too ugly after the fight. I couldn’t kiss you again if you were too ugly.” I chuckled, “I’ll promise, if you promise you’ll think about leaving this town with me?” She smiled and winked at me, “Stay as handsome as you are, and this Irish lass will follow you anywhere, boyo.” ~ I was escorted to Isabelle’s office by the old and rugged police chief. I didn’t waste time in stating my terms, “Ten thousand dollars, no referee, no rounds, bare knuckles. One man walks out of the ring. I want five hundred now, the rest I’ll be betting on me to win.” Marco looked at Isabelle, hoping she wouldn’t agree to the no rounds stipulation. Isabelle laughed out loud, “We have a deal. I’ll get word out that we have a new main event for Saturday night.” She reached in her drawer and counted out five hundred dollars, and wrote the marker for the rest. I picked both up off her desk and left her office. O’Hara’s steel heel and toe taps echoed through the corridor in a slow, steady rhythm as we walked. “You don’t look like either of them,” Chief O’Hara said to me in his low, gruff, thick Irish accent. I remained silent and continued walking. “I know who you are, Mr. Renard. And I have no intention of telling anyone,” He stopped walking. I turned to face him and grinned, “I loved my father and grandfather. But, they were both uglier than sin. I am grateful I get my looks from my mother’s side of the family.” “If you’re half the fighter that they ...