Trouble

I felt so good looking at her twitching lips.

Why is she angry now? She started it.

Her grin turned to a grim line. She didn't waste any more time and walked towards me with oozing pride. I waited for her, bored.

The flirt guy's serious stare and folded his arms, was caught in my peripheral. I can sense his careful observation of me. His playful aura is suddenly gone. The group was serious for a moment too.

"You are so proud, let's see if you can still stand proud after this," she said in a controlled tone, and by the looks of it, she only wanted me to hear it.

I boredly shifted my eyes to her.

She is so talkative.

"Start it." I uttered suggestively at her.

Fueled by her emotions she immediately closed the distance for an attack. She is swift, I'll give her that, but I am faster. I grabbed her by the hair, faced her, stretched my legs high, and kick her hard on the shoulders. She fell on the floor hard but that didn't make her stop. She immediately stood up and pushed all the dirt her clothes acquired.

Clean freak.

She closed the distance once again. She is continuously attacking me and I move to always avoid all of it. Despite my now blurry sight because of her fast punches and kicks I kept on dodging, I caught the quick travel of her eyes on my still not healed hand. I guess I know what's she wanted to do next.

She smiled mockingly at it and I met her eyes as she lifts it on my face. She did all her best to throw punches and kicks on it, and she almost did it successfully. She almost hit me. An almost.

She thought this hand could be a way for me to be decapacitated?

I balled it and used it straight on her face.

She didn't expect that. She is then on the ground again, lips bleeding of my punch. I felt embarrassed for her. She was so proud earlier.

I clenched my hand because that punch and her hard face definitely affected it. I guess I need to attend it again later.

It is then that I've realized, her girls are also on the floor to help her. The one who flirted back at the man earlier remained in her position though.

Seems like someone is wrong on trusting the bitch.

"Go the fuck out!" she shouted at them but they didn't obey her.

Instead, they circled around me, probably had an idea to attack me.

"Diana! Jesselle!"

No one moved to hear her out. Their eyes are focused on me now. I saw them look at each other, a signal to start.

They are quick to lunge towards me so I quickly dodge it and positioned myself a few steps away of their reach before I inserted myself on the little gap they have. Since they are near each other, it is easy for me to elbow them together on their stomach. They grunted and walk few steps away at that. I made a quick turn and kick the other one on her face which made her kiss the floor.

I noticed something bright coming behind me. It is the girl at the gym and she has successfully managed to attack again after the full-blown punch. She was quick to pull it out and suppose to stab it at me but I am already alerted so I grabbed my gun on my waist and smack the knife off her hold.

"Pretty she has a knife!" someone shouted in between the fight. I recognized that as the voice of the man who dared to grab me on my first night here.

That warning is so delayed.

And why did he betray her bitch?

The knife fell to the ground. I effortlessly pointed my gun in her temple.

Her eyes blinked, not because my gun is pointed at her, but because she is looking at her fallen friend on the floor. I am wearing boots so I think that also made an effect on her friend, aside from the force I saved for that kick.

"I forgot to tell you I have a gun with me." I neared her to whisper closely.

She tore her sight out of them and faced me angrily. I watch how her lips form a line. She is shaking from anger. I focused my eyes to the knife on the floor since her rage is not worth watching.

"And that I know how to fight dirty too." I finally said.

Her friend on the floor ached again. Her eyes drifted back at them.

Watching the whole of her expression, I removed my gun at her when I sensed what her mind is getting busy with.

She immediately rushed to her friend and checked on them.

I guess I've already proven myself. I turned to exit the floor but then a voice lingered in the arena.

"What 's on?" Vanroe's calm queer impaled a silent stillness.

I didn't turn to face him so I feel extra murderous when in just a minute I am forcefully spanned to face him.

"What are you doing?" he accused me. His voice is loud to be heard by all and his firm hand is placed on my shoulder, gripping on me tight again.

"A show," I simply stated which made his eyes darken more.

I sensed he is about to grip me harder but a figure showed up beside me. He forcefully snatched me out of Vanroe's hold. He pulled me by the waist and stepped a bit forward than me. And now Vanroe's attention is on his hand, which is softly guiding me in place.

"We are going." He declared and equaled Vanroe's stare.

The audacity of him to do that to a vital person of the mafia is beyond me.

Remus fixed his eyes on him for a while before facing me again. Now the darkness of his eyes blocked me from understanding anything of his emotions. It is so deep that I cannot see through.

"Leave. You always tend to bring trouble wherever you are." he coldly articulated.

I squared my shoulder and removed myself from the man's hold by force. I exceeded the intensity of Vanroe's stare.

"Who made me come here in the first place?" I asked him.

This is all his fault.

He diverted his eyes on my hand and his gaze remained on it.

"Now endure what I would bring."

I left the arena with his words lingering on my ears. I bring trouble. I always do?

I reached my room faster than usual. I entered it and closed the door with a thud.