The Fight

Andrea snatched the shirt from Louis, and he winced as he hurt his injury. His upper body was bare. She wasn't quite used to sharing her personal space with anyone.

"I told you last night that you should let a doctor check on you before you leave".Andrea threw her shirt back on the floor,"And your clothes are still a bit wet".

Louis crouched on the floor and picked up the shirt,"I don't have any other one right now, and you don't have to call a doctor for me, I'm alright."

"I have a lot of male outfits in my closet. Just pick any and how sure are you that you are okay, huh?" She questioned, there was a hint of amusement in her voice. The boy in front of her was being childish.

Louis paused and then stood up,"I don't need your clothes". He pressed his lips together and made to put the shirt on.

She snatched the shirt and dumped it on the floor and stepped on it." Stop acting so childish, I'm just trying to help."

"I have class this morning, so I need to leave". He lied, he felt hurt because she turned him down, and somehow he felt he wasn't good enough.

Annoyance flashed through her eyes as he tried dragging the shirt beneath her foot. Her gaze was fixed on him. It was either his warm green eyes or his tender demeanor that made her put up with his attitude.

"Are you always this annoying to deal with," she said.

Louis increased the force of his fingers. "Thank you for last night, but I'm leaving now so that I will stop being annoying."

Andrea scoffed, eyed him for a second or two and removed her foot from his shirt." It's your life, do what you want. I don't give a damn".

"I know" he mumbled quietly.

Louis picked up the shirt and put it on. She walked to her closet and picked out a black shirt and gray pants.

"Put these on." She handed the clothes to him, but he slowly shook his head.

"No, thank you". He replied.

She smiled and went behind him, her lips went to his ear and he shivered out. She had a lot of effect on him, there was an undeniable attraction around her. 

Louis made her feel something she hadn't felt in a long while; warmth.

"Put it on, or I'll help you put it on", she whispered to his ears. Her fingers held the shirt against his chest, and she could feel the warmth of her hand on his skin.

He shivered again. He could hear the underlying threat in her voice, and he knew she wasn't bluffing.

He grabbed the shirt from her hand. She walked back and sat on the bed. Her phone rang as he took off his wet shirt.

"I'll step outside for a bit and don't leave without seeing me".

Louis nodded and she stepped out. 

She walked back in after a few minutes and her eyes slowly scanned the room. Louis was gone and the clothes she gave him were dropped on the bed.

"It's good that way", she muttered, and walked into the bathroom.

She got a call from the casino and, as always, a match was already scheduled for her.

She cleaned up and took out her laptop. She quickly typed in the name of her opponent on the black market website.

Several photos pop up and she goes through them. Black cat, and he was over six feet tall and never lost a match.

Her uncle managed the casino she worked at, and she had trained in martial arts since she was a child.

Andrea sneered in her heart. The level of martial art she displays at the casino was no match for this opponent.

Her uncle probably did it on purpose. He was trying to send her grave. She turned off her laptop and laid down.

She had to fight or risk losing everything. If she won, it would be bad for her. Trying to come up with a good plan until she slept off.

A few hours later, it was almost 4:00 pm and her match was at 8:00 pm. She stood on the bed and did some stretches and yoga poses.

Her body was still aching from the previous matches. Putting on tight black leggings and a sports bra, she tied a scarf around her head.

Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she sighed out. There was an easy way out if she quit. The casino's successor will be one of the top five fighters. 

The casino was a horrific place. Her dream was to be the head of the casino and find a way to ruin it without causing a bloodbath. Her father committed suicide when he realized what the family business entailed. 

After his death, her father's brother, Antonio, took over and manipulated her into learning martial arts and fighting in the casino.

He took everything his father owned and forced his mother to run away, but later died out of depression.

Her phone rang, and his name flashed across the screen. She slid the answer button and turned the loudspeaker on.

"I hope you are getting ready Andrea"His voice ranged from the other end.

"I'll be there soon Antonio". She ended the call.

"Hurry up, I did a lot to get you in this match" he said.

Andrea gripped around the phone hardened, but she tried controlling her temper.

"I'm getting ready"She replied and ended the call.

She knew he was probably smirking from the other end. He was waiting to watch her die, and it would indeed be a good show. She ignored the discomfort in her chest and put on her shoes and her favorite necklace, gifted to her by her mother before she passed away.

A black car was parked outside the building, and she knew it was her cue to leave. Taking a glance around her room, she stepped out and went downstairs.

The bodyguard stepped out and helped her in. A bitter bile rose from the pit of her stomach, death was served to her on a beautiful plate, and she was willing to eat it.

The drive to the casino was short and quiet. By the time the car stopped outside the club, it was 7:00 pm already.

She went into the club and into the underground arena. Screams increased as she stepped in, mostly cheering for her. She handed her phone to the guard, and he searched thoroughly before letting her into the waiting room.

"Andrea, why are you fighting again today? Have your body recovered from yesterday's match", Levi, one of the grade B fighters asked.

She kept her straight face on and walked in. Her uncle was inside the waiting room already. He fixed his gaze on her as she walked in.

Her face was void of emotion as she looked at him. He leaned back on the sofa, legs crossed as he stared at her.

Their relationship has been pretty tense after her parents' death.

"Your match has been postponed till further notice"His cold voice rang out, pretty intimidating with the scar that ran from his left eye to his jaw.

Andrea frowned. The tension in the room deepened,"Somehow you managed to find a way to turn things like your father, snake".

Under pressure, Andrea faced him and asked,"What do you mean".

He called her in the morning to fix a match, and now he's canceling it, she knew he was not saint to do that.

His eyebrows raised and his eyes full of sarcasm." The shareholders refused to let you fight, I hope you are happy, but remember, how long can they protect you?" He stood from the sofa and walked to the door. "Although I'm the one running this pathetic hellhole, they still worship your cowardly father,"

"We agreed not to drag my father in your mouth"Summer coldly said.

"Okay..

"So what should I do?", she asked.

"You are just like your father, too good to be evil, you can't stay on the sidelines forever" he said.

"So I should go back home"Came her bored voice.

He smirked." You won a lot of money for them last night, so you were granted two weeks of absence".

"Huh"She stood shocked. This was a privilege only meant for few. After signing a contract with them, your life is no longer yours. You could be matched for a fight at any moment.

"Go and generate more strength and come back, so you can ruin me" he chuckled.

"What?" Andrea gasped.

"Enjoy and have sex, Andrea." He walked and Andrea fell to the ground. She was scared of him after seeing him kill without flinching.

He knew.

The only reason she has been working so hard was to take down the casino and nothing more.

Her father died because he couldn't handle the pressure that came with illegal activity, so he committed suicide.

A few months later, her mother died of depression.

She needed to exact her revenge. No one was willing to take down the casino but her.