THIS GIRL IS ON FIRE!

Charlee pov

As I stepped out of the car and onto the bustling streets of São Paulo, the vibrant energy of the city's nightlife pulsed through me. We were headed to a nightclub in the trendy Vila Olímpia neighborhood, and I could feel my heart racing with anticipation.

The club's exterior was unassuming, with a discreet entrance that gave no hint of the excitement within. But as we stepped inside, the thumping bass and infectious rhythms enveloped me, and I couldn't help but move my body to the beat.

The club's interior was a kaleidoscope of colors, with flashing lights, neon decorations, and giant screens displaying mesmerizing visuals. The crowd was a melting pot of São Paulo's eclectic population, with stylish locals, fashionable hipsters, and enthusiastic tourists all united on the dance floor.

I felt a thrill of excitement as I made my way through the packed club, the music and lights overwhelming my senses. We pushed our way to the bar, where expert mixologists crafted creative cocktails using fresh Brazilian ingredients like açaí, guava, and passionfruit.

As I sipped my drink and let the music wash over me, I felt my worries and cares melting away. The club was a sweaty, pulsating entity, with everyone united in their quest for fun and self-expression. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I was a part of something bigger than myself, something that didn't involve being a famous rapper or billionaire CEO.

I lost myself in the music and the moment, letting go of my inhibitions and allowing myself to simply enjoy the night. And as the hours flew by in a whirlwind of color and sound, I knew that this was a night I would never forget.

I checked my watch, 10:00 pm. I let out a deep breath, relieved that the past two hours had passed without any major incidents, despite the constant harassment from overly aggressive guys. Jordan's timely intervention had saved me from a potentially explosive situation, and I was grateful for his watchful eye.

As I scanned the club, my gaze locked onto Donnie, who was working his charm on a stunning blonde. Ben was trying to impress a woman who seemed utterly unimpressed by his American charm. And then there was Jordan, sitting across the room, nursing a glass of champagne that remained untouched. His dark eyes bored into mine, sending a shiver down my spine. He looked like a bodyguard, hired to protect me from the wolves that lurked in every corner of the club.

The DJ's remix of one of my hit songs pulsed through the speakers, and I felt a surge of adrenaline. It seemed Brazilians were obsessed with Charlee Tyre, and I was starting to feel like I was trapped in some kind of surreal, never-ending concert. But with Jordan watching over me, I felt a sense of security that allowed me to let my guard down and enjoy the night. Little did I know, the night was only just beginning, and things were about to take a dramatic turn.The club's atmosphere shifted in an instant as a group of rough-looking men, clad in local football jerseys and covered in tattoos, strode in. The air seemed to vibrate with tension as they made their way to the center of the club. The DJ's music screeched to a halt, and the crowd parted, sensing the impending storm.

The apparent leader, a towering figure with a menacing glare, grabbed a portly, middle-aged man wearing a PSG jersey with Neymar's name emblazoned on the back. He clutched the man's neck, his fingers digging deep into the flesh.

"Onde está o meu dinheiro, Diogo?" the man bellowed in Portuguese, his voice echoing off the club's walls. "Where's my freaking money?"

The man, Diogo, trembled, his eyes darting wildly around the club. "Eu...eu não tenho, Romario, juro! I...I don't have it, Romario, I swear! I was going to give it to you tonight, but Cesar took everything from me."

The club remained frozen, the patrons holding their collective breath as they watched the scene unfold. I, however, simply raised an eyebrow, unfazed by the commotion. I sipped my drink, minding my own business, and waited for the drama to pass.

Romario's voice sent a chill through the air as he barked orders at his accomplice, Bruno. "Round up all the patrons here, Bruno, we are taking them hostage, until Diogo here brings my money."

The club erupted into chaos as Bruno and the other rough-looking men began to corral the patrons, herding them towards the center of the club. I set my drink down, my eyes locked on Romario, my mind racing with the implications of this sudden turn of events. Jordan, Donnie, and Ben were nowhere to be seen, and I couldn't help but wonder if they had slipped away unnoticed, or if they were being held hostage along with the rest of us.

I watched in horror as one of the thugs slammed Jordan to the ground, the goon's sneering comment igniting a firestorm of rage within me. Something primal took over, and I launched myself into the fray.

"Hey Romario!" I bellowed, my voice thundering through the club like a battle cry. The room froze, all eyes snapping to me like magnets. Romario's gaze locked onto mine, his eyes narrowing into slits.

I took a step forward, my eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "How about you let that guy in the blue 'I Love Jesus' shirt go, and the blond guy, and the other one?" I spat, my Portuguese dripping with venom. "You're not going to make it home for breakfast if you don't."

The air was electric with tension, the only sound the heavy breathing of the thugs. Romario's face twisted into a snarl, his hand instinctively going to the gun holstered at his hip. I could feel the weight of his gaze, the unspoken threat hanging in the air like a challenge.

I stood tall, my eyes flashing with a fierce defiance. I was a powder keg, ready to ignite. The thugs exchanged uneasy glances, their faces pale. They knew they were in over their heads. Romario's eyes never left mine, his jaw clenched in a fierce grimace. The room held its breath, waiting for the spark that would set everything ablaze.I teleported to Romario's face, my eyes blazing with intensity. Romario's laughter died on his lips as he stumbled backward, his eyes wide with shock. I raised my hands, and a blast of flames erupted from my palms, illuminating the dark club.

The air was electric with tension as I took a step closer to Romario. "Do you think I'm bluffing, Romario?" I taunted, my voice low and menacing. "I'm gonna fry you like a Christmas turkey."

Romario's eyes darted wildly to his men, and for a moment, I saw fear staring back at me. But he quickly masked it, his face twisting into a snarl.

"Wait, are you waiting for fools?" he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "Waste this bitch!"

His men charged towards me, guns drawn, but I was ready. I laughed, a maniacal sound that would rival a supervillain's. Despite my simple nature, I was sadistic, maybe from years of being in the show business or running my company. It didn't matter; maybe it was because I saw myself more as a Max Lord or Lex Luthor.

I locked eyes with Romario, knowing that by now, the color of my eyes would be a molten magma, and my hair would also take on the same fiery hue. "Game on," I said, throwing the flames at Romario's goons who had opened fire on me.

The club erupted into chaos as the flames engulfed the thugs, their screams of agony filling the air. The smell of burning flesh, furniture, and cries of anguish hung heavy over the club. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Diogo, the club owner, hiding beneath a table, and Donnie ushering the patrons outside. Jordan locked the door, keeping them from getting back into the club.

Romario stumbled backward, his eyes wide with horror as he watched his men burn. I took a step closer, my flames dancing across the room. "You should have taken my offer," I said, my voice dripping with malice.

"Charlotte, behind ya!" Jordan yelled, but it was too late. Gunshots rang out, hitting me on the back of my head. The bullets bounced off my body, clattering to the ground. I laughed, a cold, mirthless sound, and threw flames towards the direction of the shooter. The inferno knocked down a couple of Romario's men, sending them crashing to the floor.

"You picked the wrong club, Romario," I said, my voice dripping with malice. "I was going to let you have your fun, but you picked on my people. Now, I'm going to pay you back." I set Romario's legs on fire, and a smirk spread across my face as his cries of anguish filled the air.

I turned towards Jordan, and his face was ashen. Donnie, on the other hand, seemed undisturbed by what had transpired, still chatting with the blonde chick he'd been flirting with earlier. I think this was the first time Jordan had seen my evil side. Good, I thought. That way, he could get rid of any notions of me being a superhero. A supervillain was a better choice. I wasn't going to be either a hero or villain, but if anyone stepped on my path, I wouldn't mind choosing the villainous path.

"Let's go home, guys," I said to Ben, who was staring at me with his mouth agape. He probably realized what I could have done to him if he'd chosen to work against me.

I turned to Jordan. "It ain't all that bad, none of them are dead, just suffering from third-degree burns. Let's get the hell out of here; the cops could come any minute, and I don't want to set more people on fire."

"That's so chill, I loved it," the blonde girl said, breaking the tension among us. "Hi, I'm Ava, and you're absolutely chill," she added in broken English.

Ava's bubbly personality and broken English instantly cut through the tension, and we all couldn't help but stare at her in amusement. Jordan, still looking shell-shocked, managed a weak smile.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Ava's nonchalant reaction to the chaos we'd just unleashed. "Chill?" I repeated, a hint of amusement in my voice. "You think setting people on fire is chill?"

Ava nodded enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yes, yes, very chill! I love the flames, so beautiful!"

Ben exchanged a skeptical glance with Jordan, but I just chuckled, finding Ava's innocence and enthusiasm oddly refreshing. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed the show, Ava," I said, smiling wryly. "But let's get out of here before things get any more... interesting."