"Are you alive? Wake up, Kennedy!" She let out a groan as her brothers voice echoed through her quiet room, the footsteps advancing and suddenly her blanket was yanked off of her.
"Dammit, Seth!" Kennedy kicked out, annoyance settling in her tone at the sudden wake up call, and Seth caught her ankle; pulling her towards the end of the bed.
"I've been trying to get ahold of you for an hour. Its almost noon." She opened one eye, looking over at her older brother with a scowl as he smiled widely.
"Couldn't take the hint that I wanted to be left alone?"
"Nope. Get up, get ready, we got a meeting with the guys." He ran a hand through his two toned, brown and bleached blonde hair, looking around her room. "You gotta clean."
"Oh. I'm sorry, I haven't been able to keep up with your standards of my room in between the doubles I've been working."
"Get up, I don't wanna listen to Dean and Roman complain about 'our tardiness'."
"Stop dropping last minute meetings on me after a double!" She yelled as Seth exited her room and closed the door, she flopped back and stared at the ceiling, she hated management meetings.
Kennedy rolled out of bed, quickly picking up some clean clothes and heading in to the shower, much to Seth's dismay. After showering she changed into black skinny jeans and a fitted royal blue vneck, quickly running a small amount of gel through her pixie cut auburn hair.
"LETS GO." Seth banged into her room again and she threw a scowl over her shoulder. "Aw, poor little Kena can't contorl her cowlick."
"Seth, I'll knock you out." He chuckled as she turned, shoving her feet into her all black sneakers and followed him out of her apartment. "You could've just gone down and waited for me."
She didn't understand why he always harassed her, she lived above the boxing ring that their friend and business partner, Dean, owned.
"Last time Ambrose started without you, you got pissed." She rolled her eyes. "It's true."
"I'm the damn coowner, you can't have a business meeting without me." She snapped, walking up the alley to the side entrance of 'Unhinged Boxing Ring and Training.'
"Well, when you're always late, Ms. Rollins, that'll happen." Deans raspy voice echoed through the empty ring and she rolled her eyes, the sarcasm over her name evident in his tone.
"Maybe if Roman and I weren't working by ourselves five days a week I would be able to wake up in a timely manner. Ya know, not having a day off can do that to a girl." She walked over to the ring, lifting herself up to lean against the ropes. "What's this even about."
Dean walked towards her, blue fitted jeans and a black tee shirt clung to his form, his lips jutted out a bit as he thought out his sentence. "Well... The bar will be staying open an hour late tonight for a private party."
Kennedys chest tightened a bit and she gripped the ropes a little tighter, her body tensing as she stared Deans 6'4 frame down, his blue eyes unflinching as he walked closer. "I thought we had agreed no more private parties, Ambrose."
"I agreed to turn them away for a little bit, which I did, but this one I did not." The two always butted heads, the business he had his hands in was not something she enjoyed being knee deep in. "Its only an hour, all three of us will be there with you."
"Who is it." She looked to Roman, the tan man scratched at his face. "Roman, who is it."
"Wyatt's." He stood up from the wall, walking over to where she still stood on the outer ring. "Only an hour, we're neutral ground, nothing will happen. I swear."
"You've got to be shitting me!" She turned to Dean with a scowl, her brain ready to scream. "The Wyatt's are batshit crazy! Last time we let them IN here they threatened to kill you and my brother! We hate them!"
"Yeah, that's an understatement. But this is business and threats won't happen this time, we have an agreement." Dean leaned on the ropes, his hands on either side of her own, she turned to Seth who shrugged; siding with the other two men.
"They even look at me the wrong way, Dean, and I'll snap."
"Fine by me, Kenna." He smirked and moved to the side to get out of the ring, stepping between the ropes. "We're just there to provide drinks, stop interruptions, and lock up. There will be no problems."
"Right, cause we can count on that." She scoffed as he walked away and she looked from Roman to Seth. "One of these days, these private parties aren't going to be all neutral ground. And you both know it."
"Kennedy; he's the boss and has been doing this longer then you." Seth sighed.
"The ring got sold to him TWO YEARS before Uncle Steve passed and left me the bar. He might have been in this shitty mob scene longer then me but I'm just as smart and just as good of a business runner as he is. So screw you." Kennedy hopped off the ring, walking away from the two.
Kennedy slammed through the door, walking down the hall that connected the Ring to the Bar, her irritation to high for how long she had been up. The prep work for the night had to be done, but she still had about four hours till they opened; Fridays the ring was closed and the bar opened late and closed late, so she still had time to kill.
"Kenna, you okay?" She jumped, turning, and Roman laughed. "Sorry, princess."
"Its fine." She smiled, leaning back against the bar. "Didn't hear you come in."
"Yeah, you seemed a little wrapped up." He crossed his large arms over his chest and stared, she sighed, running her hand through her hair.
"I'm the boss over here." She stated, looking back to her friend with a peaked eyebrow. "And I hate that no one treats me like it. I'm good at what I do."
"We never said other wise, Ken." Roman said, watching as the shorter woman began to pace.
"You don't have to, that's the problem. Dean didn't ask me to stay open, he told me! Seth never sides with me cause he's pissed I got the bar. And you're Deans closest friend, I don't expect you to not agree with him." She stopped her pacing, lifting her fist up and punching the speed bag that was placed off to the side of the hightop tables.
"This is strictly business, and this bar had been part of it before you took over." Roman stated, walking over to watch her light jabs. "Remember to shift your weight, elbows out a bit."
"Yeah, I know, you all act like I'm new to this, like I don't know what my family was involved in... Ive seen a lot in my 25 years, so cut me some slack."
"It's protection, Kennedy, that's all. Seth, Dean, and I are used to some messed up shit and I know you've seen your fair share, but that doesn't mean we want you to see anymore or be put in the way."
"I run a damn bar, I'm in possible danger and shitty situations every night." She hit the speed bag once more for good measure and stepped back, enjoying the burn in her arms.
"Yeah, Princess, I know." Roman laughed. "Let's get this place ready for the night and get in some training to burn of your aggression."
"Only if one of the bags has Deans face on it."