Sugary Goodness

This book is a stand-alone, but you will understand the characters better by reading the books in order:

1. Sugar Baby

2. Sugar Daddy

3. Sugary Goodness

"What the fuck is your problem Fred? You know how hard I've been training for this night. I'm not going to go down in a couple of rounds." I was preparing myself for the ring.

My stupid greedy brother kept on pushing me, to take a punch on the fifth round and take the fall. He was riding his money on my fight.

"Oh come on Gary, you can always make a win on the next fight. Your statistics are good. I just needed this one night only." He gloved me and help prepare me for the canvas. I didn't say anything further to him, I was beyond pissed at him.

The match went on for ten rounds. Fred was palming his face, he was looking furious at me when I finally deliver a knockout punch to my opponent. The referee did a count-out and declared me as the winner. The crowd cheered, but Fred was quiet. Then he was on his phone, frantically speaking to the other line.

"What the Fuck man! I had it in the bag. Now I owe a lot of money to some shady Russian. Shit! What the fuck am I going to do now?! Your next match isn't for another couple of weeks. And I had been banned in several of the matches. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Fred was pacing back and forth in my changing room.

He was seriously not excited that I just win the match. I didn't care about him, as I quickly get changed and was about to leave him when five guys came into my changing room.

"Fred...my friend. It seemed that you owed us some money. So this is your brother yeah? So... you decided to make a winner out of yourself huh? Well then congratulation Gary Evans, now you just have to pay us five hundred grand in cash. We expect to be paid by the end of the month, that is in two weeks from now."

Then two of his men were holding Fred, and the other two were holding me. "Now...don't resist Gary, we're just going to show you that we are serious with our words. Just take it like a man and it'll be over soon enough. Now, boys, you can start. None in the face. That's for next week." Then they punched us in the gut. Hard.

Fred instantly slumped to the ground. He was moaning in pain, I was trying to hold it in. But the big guy kept on punching me like a sack, over and over again. Until I slumped to the ground and spit out blood.

God fucking damn it! What did Fred get himself into?

I was back at my place an hour later. Fred dropped me off after he said that he was sorry, but he really needs my help with the money. He said he could only gather one hundred grand. I just stay silent and didn't say anything to him, I was still very pissed at him.

Staying up and drinking wasn't the best thing to do when tomorrow is a working day. But I did stay up drinking my strongest whiskey to numb the pain, then I finally get to sleep only to be woken up by my alarm a couple of hours later.

Then I lazily got up and took a hot shower. That was when I looked at the bruises. Damn! I started to put on a thin layer of Arnica cream, then continue putting on my work clothes. I need to heal fast, so I gulped down a couple of Arnica pills with my black coffee.

I took out the ingredient for my spinach and strawberry smoothies that were my scheduled for my morning smoothies this week.

I had been racking my brain since last night, I was trying to find a way to get the money. Fred was right, my match wasn't until the next couple of weeks, and it still wouldn't generate the amount of money that we needed.