Anarchy (3 page)

CHAPTER
ONE

“Do not remember the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions; according to your mercy remember me, for your goodness sake, o lord.”

~Psalms 25:7

A
gloved
fist
skid across Alfonzo’s
golden
skin
; it
squeal
ed
as it c
ontact
ed
with
the
moisture
on
hi
s forearm
,
stopp
ed
in
mid-air
t
hen
retract
ed
.
Alfonzo skipped away, shuffled his feet, and took a jab at his opponent’s
flat stomach.
He
advanced
, putting his opponent on the defensive
with
a
series of
left-right combination
s
which
land
ed
with
lightni
ng precision.

“
Come on
Selange
b
lock
,
block!” He exclaimed.

H
er
hands went up, and
the
light brown eyes
tinged with hazel peered over the red boxing gloves in search of an opening. The eyes settled on Alfonzo’s shir
tless torso
and his glistening
skin
. The sweat
highlight
ed the muscular contours and
deep ridges
etched along his
well-conditioned
form
.

“
Elbows close to the body
!”

‘
Pap
,
pap
,
pap
,
pap-pap
-pap
,
’
e
choed in the gym
as
Alfonzo
’s
feathered
strikes contacted with
Selange’s
cheek
,
midsection
and
other
unguarded
spots
.
Their g
ym shoes
squeaked
as
they crisscrossed the mat
,
perspiration dripping from their bodies.
Alfonzo
’s offensive technique
dominat
ed
his less disciplined opponent
’s counter-attacks
with ease. He shout
ed
instructions, frowned at novice mistakes and smiled when
she
advanced with
renewed
vigor
. She struck and danced away in time to avoid his
counterpunch.
After forty-nine minutes of this, she had finally established a rhythm.

“Much better…that’s it
..
.
yes…good!
” He e
xclaimed
while
mov
ing
effortlessly
from side-to-side
giving
her
an opportunity to rethink
her
strategy
.

Selange lowered her hands, “Hold up.”

Alfonzo halted, sh
ook
his head
and waited patiently for his wife to
adjust
her
Nike sports top. Her
boobs
floated
to the rim of the spandex material, beckoning him
. Aqua blue eyes traveled to her cleavage
;
she looked
so goddamn hot, his
pulse
accelerated.

The clinging black shorts displayed her curvaceous hips, slim waist and long shapely legs. The more he ogled her body, the warmer he became. Her gloved hands went to her hips
and
Alfonzo lost focus when h
is sexy sparring partner smiled
. Selange noticed the
direction of his gaze
and seized the opportunity. The distraction worked
and she struck. An explosive
jab
landed atop his kidney and he coughed
then clutched his flank
. S
weat roll
ed
from his fresh
ly trimmed hairline
down the bridge of his nose and he wiped it away. His
broad
chest heav
ed
up and down, “
C
heap shot
, babe
. Y
ou set me up.
”

Pleased at her ability to go
longer in the ring without getting winded
,
Selange
smiled, “
In
a street fight
,
there
aren’t rules
,
isn’t
that what you said
?

His blue eyes sparkled with pride. He certainly had. “Okay, that’s enough for today,” he said
, feeling the effects of exertion and the minor pain to his bruised organ. He
unlaced
a
glove with his teeth.
Once h
is hands were free
, Selange held out her wrists and he assisted in loosening
her
binds, “You
’re getting better.”

“
You make it fun
.”

He s
coffed
, “
Are you kidding, t
here’s
another
sport which
is way
more
fun, feel me
?
”

Her eyes
roved over his body,
“
Ummm
, I
feel you.
”
She stood on her
tip-toes and brought her lips to his. He let her
kiss
away
, smiling the entire time
.
She sucked his mouth, tasting the salt
-
mint
flavored saliva
.
He opened wide
r
, enjoying the pleasurable
invasion,
until finally his body caught fire and he
chuckled, “Let’s get
the hell
out of here.”

They
lounged
in bed, resting
. Exercise and an
intense
lovemaking session
had
their
repercussions
.
Exhaustion
was one of them.
Selange’s plush
buttocks rested against
Alfonzo’s
stomach
. He brushed aside her long
curly hair and planted a lingering kiss to her
neck
. “
Ummm
,” she
purred, pressing her head back.

His hand caressed her shoulder, sliding down her arm to the slope of her hips, “I love you.”

“I know
.
I love you, more.”
She said to the air then turned on her back to stare into his face.

The closed drapes prevented the sun from filtering in the room, yet there was enough light to see her clearly
.
Alfonzo experienced
an overwhelming sensation; love and
doom.

“
Hey, what’s going on in that head of yours?
”

He didn’t know where or why it surfaced, the doom that is
,
but it crept like moss across his body and clung
to it
.
He’d trained himself to listen to his gu
t,
yet
he had no idea what
it was
saying.
He
’d given up the life
to
bec
o
me
a
doting husband and father;
a
son
a
mother
would be
proud to claim.