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her brutal honesty was almost something jake didn’t want to deal with right now. yet, somewhere deep inside of him he knew he needed it. that’s why sofia was someone he wanted to keep around no matter what. she kept his thoughts in check whether she meant to or not. “ shit, maybe. ” he started, pausing as he kicked the rocks under his shoes. “ my dad called. ” the words spat out of his mouth like they didn’t belong. like he was allergic to even saying his father’s name out loud. how jake’s dad treated him was surely abuse. he never put his hands on him outside of the ring but whenever jake fucked up— that was his dads first solution. he got the crap kicked out of him almost everyday for years and it was always passed off as ‘training.’ there wasn’t anything okay about that. god, he loved his mother too. more than anything in the world but she knew. she knew that jake wasn’t being treated right and she watched. she watched his father beat him into a boxing superstar. jake chaves, the walking american dream and only under 25. so whenever he spoke to his dad, it was never anything nice. especially since he was forced to keep him as his manager for the next few years by contract. sofia’s words hit him like a razor blade, almost making him lose his balance as he raised a brow. “ postpone ? ” within an instant the anxiety kicked in. jake began to pull on his shirt and walk in crooked lines. “ no, no, no. i can’t… i can’t postpone. ” pausing, he took a loud swallow as his heart began to race. “ i have fans flying out. it’s a sold out match. i prepped for this, i have a jet scheduled and paid for.. i.. i.. ” all the excuses were nothing compared to the real reason. he began to tear up before looking her dead in the eye and speaking. “ my father will kill me. ”
“ and ? good things, i’m assuming ? ” she bit down on her lower lip in complete concern, knowing a decent amount of the boy’s turbulent history with his father. there was a slim chance that his behavior was a direct result of his father’s antics, which did nothing more than worry the latina. having his father manage him never sat well either, but was it really her place to tell him otherwise ? while jake was under the impression that sofia was still using him, her entire approach to their relationship completely changed. the money, the diamonds, the walk-in closet ... it wasn’t enough. the moment she signed that contract, her entire life felt staged. the only up & down she faced, her pure addiction, held itself within jake. this was easily the only time she truly felt something, except the moments when the boy decided to turned to his demons. the boy standing across from her possessed so much light, except the bright lights & expectations were practically eating him up alive. sofia wanted nothing more than allowing the male to witness himself from her eyes, ( then & maybe then ) he’d realize how special he truly was. “ whoa, baby, relax, ” she started, her arms automatically wrapping themselves around him, “ all i did was make a suggestion, but seein’ you all worked up like this ─── ” a momentary pause was taken to collect her thoughts, mostly because she was sure he w a s n ’ t going to like it. “ it makes me stand by what i said, you need a break, ” sofia’s practically pleading with him within this moment, her voice stern yet shaky, “ to hell with what he thinks, jake. if you’re not physically, emotionally n’ mentally in that ring then you’re asking to lose. ” she returned the favor by locking her chocolate hues with his, hands cupping his cheeks to reassure her claim, “ i care about you n’ your face WAY too much to let that happen. let me deal with him. ”













