Chapter 11

Alex's POINT OF VIEW

I leave the house regardless of the fact that Juliet is alone at home. I walk up to my car slowly, trying to get the image of my woman walking around dressed like a whore out of my head.

I don't know if I should get out of my mind for how she actrt or burst out laughing: even when she wants to be sexy she can't.

She always has that tender look on her face that makes her look like a chubby little girl and angry because she didn't get the toy she wanted.

It's not her that I worry about, because I know she could never like another man, not like she loves me.

But it's the others I worry about, the perverts who want to take advantage of her innocence to get their hands on her: I'm not jealous or exaggerated, but this is the American reality, especially in the Bronx, where you learn to understand that being strong and threatening everyone is the only way you can protect yourself: in all her childishness Clara trusts everyone, she believes that her friendship is enough for the boys around her, but they are interested in anything else.

Besides, even though I've never told her, Clara is a really beautiful woman, even if she never covers her face in crap, except tonight.

I squeeze my hands on the steering wheel, thinking of that fucking face with his hand on her little arm: I wanted to send him to the emergency room and I don't know how I restrained myself.

One thing is certain, if I see him again with my girlfriend, I will have no mercy and I will kill him in front of Clara.

I shake my head at these thoughts, and then get out of the car and enter the gym.

"There he is! I knew you were coming."-as soon as I enter, I meet Andrew in the ring.

As I reach him I make a half smile:

"Have you made up your mind to box?" - I pat him on the back, then put on a pair of boxing gloves left on the ground.

"Since you are an expert, I will try to imitate you. »-he begins to jump strangely and throw punches in the wind.

"Right now, you're imitating a kangaroo. »- I laugh, while he follows me coming down from the ring.

I get close to a sack, then start throwing punch after punch with a low rithm.

"I thought John didn't want you to box. »-I say sighing, while he observes my moves.

"In fact, he doesn't know. He went to a business dinner today. I told him I had to work. »- he snorts playing with the gloves.

"Yeah, Clara got pissed off, too. "-I admit and almost laugh at remembering her swollen cheeks while sulking.

"What's more, he tries to make me jealous by sending me photos of the chief physician's son. »- he says soon after and shakes his head, while I throw a last punch in the bag, already sweaty like a pig, but with the adrenaline still running through my veins.

"Alex? Shall we go into the ring? »-a friend greets me from afar, challenging me with an overbearing air.

"Don't want to hurt you, babe! »-I tease him, as he approaches and laughs.

«Come on, I'm not kidding! - he complains, so I nod and follow him, while Andrew takes my place.

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