Thirty minutes later and we were parking in what looks like an abandoned building but from the way the lot was filled with cars and some were even fancy, I knew it wasn't.

"Can I bring my milkshake?" I asked, sipping some of the yummy goodness.

We did a pit stop and Jett was kind enough to pullover on some diner that he knew. He bought me milkshake and churros claiming that sweets were the perfect solution to every breakdown.

I didn't cry, just had to do a few breathing exercises to calm my heart down and the sweets just made everything feel okay.

Jett unlocked his seat belt, turning to me."I don't think you'd want to drink a milkshake with blood splattering on the cage."

I grimaced, my stomach suddenly twisting in an odd knot."Yeah, you're right but what do you mean by cages?"

"Have you watch UFC? The cage is the same as the octagon. It's where the fighters fight cherry." He answered, running a hand through his hair.

I nodded, biting on my straw."So, is there like a rule that I shouldn't do? What I can do?" I asked, finishing my drink in one gulp.

"Don't talk to anyone and don't look at anyone unless its on the cage. The people here are dangerous, although there are women who watch these fight too but they usually come here looking for an easy fuck from the fighters." Jett said, his tone serious.

I nodded, the nerves settling in once again. I'm not even sure what to expect but it seems that its not gonna be all rainbows and unicorns.

"Speaking of that, I think its wise that you'd wear this and that." He handed me a hoodie and cap from the back seat.

"What? Why?"

Jett rolled his eyes, pointing at my ginger hair."That would draw too much attention cherry and besides, Tyrone would know its you the minute he sees a glimpse of that." He answered.

I huffed, pulling my hair from the bun and redoing it again."It's not my fault that I have it and I guess you're right but what if he sees you?"

Taking the hoodie, I quickly wore it over the shirt that I had on. Good thing I had my comfy leggings and white sneakers today.

"He doesn't care, as long as I keep my mouth shut." He shrugs, glancing at the people who seemed to be lining up on the entrance.

"I'm growing nervous," I confessed, placing the cap on. I made sure that the wisps of my ginger hair were hidden before turning to him.

"Don't worry, you'll live through it. Now, let's go. I want to seat near the cage." He said, somehow turning excited and went out of the car.

Of course, who wouldn't get excited seeing half naked guys pummel one another and drawing blood while doing gorilla screams and flexing their muscles like models?

Jett opened the door for me and I quickly unlocked my seatbelt, going out of the passenger seat with a small smile on my lips. I took a deep breath before walking towards the end of line.

"Don't leave my side, okay cherry? Tyrone would fucking kill me if he sees you in here and I don't want you to get hurt." He whispered, eyeing a few of the buff men who passed by us.

"Okay Jett, just make sure to not to drool when you see beautiful women there." I joked, bumping my shoulder with his arm since he towers over me.

Jett smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement."Trust me cherry, it'll be the other way around."

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"Yes! Beat that fucker up! That's it! Yes! Don't stop! Go!" I was screaming at the top of my lungs, cheering at the guy who they called 'the monster' who was fighting 'the demon'

Jayden was sitting beside me, seeming to be embarrassed and kept sitting lower each second in his seat.

"Yes man! That's it! Remember how he told you that you had a small p? Yeah, Shove it up to hi-YESSS! Wohooo!"

Man, I felt stupid saying that sarcastic remark about not enjoying this earlier. This shit is freaking exhilarating!

I'd probably not feel this way when its Tyrone's turn but oh well, best to enjoy it before shit hits the fan.

"Cherry, I knew you were a screamer but can you tone it down? People are starting to stare." Jett said, slightly leaning towards me.

At his words, I looked around and saw a few women who wore skimpy dresses glaring at me and a few scary yet hot guys that were with them seemed to be glancing this way.

Ah, sorry. I don't do dangerous guys.

"Why? Its not like I'm the only one screaming here. Look at those guys! and what about the men with those dark clothing?" I pouted, pointing to the guys that were screaming harder than me.

The buff guy beside me seemed to overheard our conversation and turned to me."Don't worry sweetheart, its not everyday that we see a woman sharing the same enthusiasm as us when watching this fights. You're just a rare sight for them." He smiled, the snake tattoo on his neck looked deadly yet cool.

Considering I wasn't sane, I probably should've cowered in fear and instead I mentally awed, somehow feeling flattered at his words.

Mr. Buff Guy leaned forward slightly, narrowing his eyes at Jett."Leave her the fuck alone lad, almost everyone here is screaming their lungs out."

"Thank you sir!" I beamed, turning to Jett who suddenly paled."Don't worry J, he wouldn't recognize me." I assured, placing a hand on his arm.

"What's your name sir? I can't tell you my real name obviously but they call me Oz." Mr. Buff guy nodded at what I said, leaning back in his seat.

See what I did there? Ha.

Mr. Buff was way older than me, maybe around in his 30s. He had a neatly trimmed beard and his hair was in dark copper shade, his eyes were dark and tattoos littered in his exposed arms and neck.

"They call me Reaper sweetheart." He answered, crossing his thick arms across his chest.

My eyes followed the movement and I discreetly gulped, that one arm could just crush my windpipe.

"Wow, that's a very cool name. So, you reap plants?" I joked, taking a handful of the popcorn I made Jett buy and stuffed it in my mouth.

The Abandoned building looked completely different on the inside, there was a bar set up with a 'Rimborsi' sign on top of it. The cage was set up in the far corner in like a stadium style.

The seats were designed like a stair type and circled around the cage. Food was offered in the bar and they even had vending machines!

"Yes, marijuana sweetheart." Reaper replied, his eyes completely focused on the fight.

My eyes widened before I let out a nervous laugh."Oh wow, that's a good. . business you have there Reaper. Well, I'm just a student." I said, making him glance at me.

"I can tell sweetheart, I haven't seen you here before. You new to this shit?" He nodded his head towards the cage.

I pulled the cap lower and nodded."Yes, well, I found out that my friend is participating here and decided to watch him fight." I replied, watching the announcer declare the monster as the winner.

"Yessss! Congrats fucker!" I bellowed out against the loud screams from the men who cheered wildly.

I slumped down in my seat, regretting not placing my money on him earlier. Jett was fist pumping beside me, excited to claim the money he placed on him later.

"Your friends with one of the fighters here?" He asked, surprise evident in his voice.

"Yep." I replied, popping the 'p'."Why do you sound so surprised?" I wondered out, my brows knitting.

He let out a gruff chuckle, his onyx eyes had glint to it but there was a certain warmth that made my nerves ease.

"I know some of the fighters here and friend is what they call their whores." Reaper replied, my eyes widening.

"Oh no, I'm not- We're just friends like real friends. Complete Friendship." I stammered with my words, growing flustered.

"Well, I don't think a fighter would ever let his girl friend go in a dump like this just to watch his fight sweetheart." He turned to me, seeming to already catch on.

I stuffed more popcorn in my mouth."He kinda doesn't know because its a surprise." I lied, staring straight into his eyes.

We stared at one another challengingly for a few seconds before a smile fell on his lips.

"Yeah, you almost got me but I'm one heck of a liar too sweetheart so its a fail. Now, why'd you go here knowing its dangerous?" He wonders out, resting his chin on his hand.

"He's been MIA for a whole week in school and I overheard a guy," I glanced at Jett."That he's here and I wanted to see if it was true." I returned my gaze to him, letting out a shrug.

Reaper nodded."Well then enlighten me on the identity of this friend of yours." He said, leaning back in his seat.

I was about to reply when loud cheers suddenly erupted the mini arena. The screams were so loud it made me grimace, people were going wild for the next fight.

"For the last but not the least fight for tonight, let's give it all for Champion versus Woodman!"

I let out a small gasp, taking in Tyrone who entered the ring with bruises littering his defined and toned upper body.

This was the first time that I get to see him without a shirt on and let me tell you, my ovaries were tempted to blow up.

My eyes drank in the hard planes and defined ridges that was open for all to see, I was tempted to ran my hands on those delicious looking abs of his.

He didn't have any bruises on his face like the other fighter and despite having bruises on his body, his face was set in a stoic expression.

He looked like he just went back from hell to earth but still, my heart managed to beat erratically at the sight of him.

"H-Him." I replied, my eyes not moving away from my carrot.

I didn't see the flicker of surprise that flashed in Reaper's dark eyes."Your friend is Tyrone? The cold hearted fucker who wouldn't bat an eyelid to anyone but for himself is your friend?" He asks, his voice portraying the disbelief he had.

I snapped my head to his, my lips in grim line."You know him?" I replied, not answering his question.

He shrugged."We're acquainted but he doesn't talk much, he prefers his own solitude."

I hummed, not surprised at this. The first time we met he practically assumed that I was one of the girls who threw theirselves at him.

My lips quirked up at the thought. The bell finally rang and I felt myself lean forward slightly, somehow anticipating the fight before me.

Woodman was the first to barrel towards Tyrone and tried to throw a punch but my carrot was fast and swiftly dodge it.

From what Jett told me, the fight was consist a death match. Whoever gets knocked out first is the winner or if one of them conceives defeat.

Carrot then proceeded to kick him on the knee, making woodman bent down. I felt a grimace fall on my lips when he then proceeded to kick him hard on the mouth, blood immediately gushing out.

Woodman didn't even falter and throw a mean punch, hitting carrot straight on the stomach. Tyrone seemed surprise and he stumbled back slightly.

"Ah fuck, no." I muttered, seeing Woodman corner him on the cage and started throwing punches everywhere.

Woodman stopped for a few seconds before his muttering something to him. Whatever he said only earned a bloody smile from carrot.

Tyrone didn't even flinch when woodman threw a mean left hook on him. Carrot then elbowed woodman hard on the face and kicked him right at the the center of his stomach.

"Don't worry cherry, he's gonna win this one." Jett said, seeming to notice my growing panic.

Woodman fell on the floor and Tyrone didn't waste a second and straddle him. If I wasn't growing scared then I'd probably throw an innuendo here but its up to you guys.

Tyrone draw his arm back before throwing a mean punch at his face. He didn't even stop there and continued beating him up, even when woodman started to grow unconscious.

Blood was splattered on the floor and on his knuckles, my eyes widening when I took in the sinister smirk that was settling on Tyrone's lip.

Not once did I felt scared of him but seeing him like this, living in through the pain of others and his pain made my stomach twist.

The announcer pulled Tyrone away from the unconscious woodman, the screams of the people were consist of champion and I suddenly felt sick.

This is what he's been doing for a week? Punching people until they're almost dead? Why is he even doing this?

"Easy money." Jett excitedly said, standing up from his seat..

"Wait, I want to pee first. Where's the bathroom?" I told him, standing up in my chair and fixing his hoodie.

I suddenly had a strong urge to pee and its something that I can't press a pause on. Maybe I got so anxious that it made me want to pee?

Jett faltered, glancing at the growing line of people claiming their money before he turned to me.

"But, its gonna be one heck of a line cherry." He mumbled, scratching the back of his head.

"I could take you sweetheart." Reaper piped in from beside me, towering over me.

I narrowed my eyes from him."You aren't gonna try to kidnap me or something, are you?"

Reaper rolled his eyes, before taking something out of his pockets and throwing it at Jett."If we aren't back in 30 minutes then you could report me to the police with the license on my Harley."

Only then did I notice the cut that he wore over his white beater. I gaped at him, amusement entering in his eyes.

"You're a biker!"

Wow, this is totally cool. I've never met anyone who's in an MC before but I've seen a few of them but they looked intimidating and I couldn't introduce myself.

He cracked a smile but didn't comment about it."Let's go sweetheart, there's only one bathroom here and its gonna be packed." He nodded his head at me.

"I'll pee really fast, stay safe okay?" I turned to Jett who looked more pale than ever. He nodded in reply before we walked away.

I'm tempted to ask him if he anemic or something, he'd been looking pale ever since the second fight was starting.

I bit back an amused grin and let Reaper lead the way, he held a protective arm behind me but didn't rest it on my back.

I made sure to keep my head down, staying close to Reaper. Chatters were around us and excitement was still present in the room.

"I'll wait here sweetheart." Reaper said, standing in front of the door and eyed the people around us.

I couldn't help but smile, finding it sweet that he would do something like this for someone he just met.

Seems that they weren't that intimidating than the media make them out to be. I entered the bathroom and surprisingly it was decent, there was a toilet and sink with a small mirror.

There wasn't any paper towels though and I had to pee in a sit up position, I don't like fully sitting on a public toilet because it just gross me out.

I quickly washed my hands and pulled the cap off, feeling the sweat bundle up on the corner of my forehead and at the back of my neck.

Opening the door, I fanned the cap on my slightly sweaty face."The bathroom is surprisingly decent Reaper-"

The words died on my mouth the moment my eyes met the chocolate orbs of Tyrone Adler who stood next to Reaper who had a hand on his face.

"Zoe?" Tyrone's incredulous voice met my ears.

This is bad, this is motherfreaking bad. My blown is cover, why did I have to pull my cap off in this time?!

He was still wearing his black shorts from earlier, his yummy chest was still bare. A white towel was on his shoulder where a black gym bag was slung on.

I frowned, placing the cap on my head quickly."Damekara, shipko temasa deju?" I replied, his eyes narrowing at me.

That wasn't an official language but he doesn't need to know that. Tyrone nodded, some of his hair sticking on his forehead making him push it back.

He turned to Reaper, his muscles flexing slightly."I'm sorry, I mistook her as my friend. She looks just like her although she speaks english. Oh yeah, she also hates maltesers and absolutely despises skittles. Sh-"

"Hey! That's a lie! I love maltesers and skittles!" I interjected, the words slipping out of my mouth without a double thought.

I mentally smacked myself, Tyrone turning to me with such glare that it reminded on how he was when our friendship was still in its early stages.

In short, I'm doomed.