Song: Warrior by Hannah Kerr

Once we pull up into the garage I step out of the car. Kwan takes off his jacket and wraps it around me. "Here put this on."I don't say anything...only giving him a fake smile.

I run inside and up the staircase to my room. The jacket comes flying off landing on the floor. As I walk to the closet I strip out of the freaking diamonds. I want to crush every single fucking one but I don't bother as I quickly find something else to put on. Grabbing a pair of my favorite jeans and tee, I quickly throw on and then grab my Converses. I rush back downstairs and to the garage. I jump in the stunning blue Ferrari F60, as I am revving up the engine the passage door opens and Kwan sits down in the seat beside me. I glare over at him. "Get the fuck out of my car."

He smirks and shakes his head no. "I have orders to go wherever you go."

"Kwan...you work for me...and I tell you what to fucking do not Mekhi."

"Again...I have orders and I am not getting out."

"Fine...what the fuck ever." I blast the radio and shift the gear and storm out of the garage. I barely miss the gate as I am going out into the road. I fly down the road, taking curves at record speed and I don't bother looking over at Kwan.

"Looks like he fucked up this time uh." He yells over the speakers while holding on to the door handle.

I smirk. If you only knew the humiliation I was just put through...he would understand why I am so pissed off. My mind keeps playing the whole day over and over in my head. He spent thousands of dollars on me to make me look like a freaking model only to place that fucking choker on me. He knows how I feel about that. I love the kink...the torture...but the way he did it...turning me into one of his subs that pissed me off. I will never be like one of them.

I fly down the highway, in and out of traffic, not giving a fuck what anyone thinks. I look up in the rearview mirror to red and blue lights flashing behind me. That only makes me what to go faster and I do... I swerve in and out of lanes. I hit the first exit and fly down the road to another road and another. I lose the damn cop in no time.

"Pull in here." Kwan points to the right. All the buildings are worn down with broken windows and rust along the siding and looks like I am in a bad part of town.

"What is this place?"

"I think you might like it...hell you might just need this right now."

I pull up and park beside several other cars. I turn off the ignition and look over at him. "Really...what is this place?"

"It's the Underground...people that need money come here to fight...hell some people just come here to get the frustration out. Looks like you could use it about now." He grins back at me.

"I was planning on getting drunk actually..." I give him a half smile.

"Yeah...I get that. But I bet you would like to kick the shit out of someone right now."

I smirk...boy would I ever. I open the door and get out and he meets me on the other side. We walk in together and there is a bouncer at the door. He sees Kwan and they shake hands like they have known each other for a long time. "Alejandro this is Scarlett...Scarlett this is my cousin Alejandro. How's it going bro...hope it's ok for us to go in tonight...just going to show her around."

"No problem man...you know where to go." They do this hand shake thing and then we go into the building.

It's really dark and only a few lights flicker overhead that lead us to the elevators. We step in and he pushes the buttons. I thought we were going up but we go down several floors. Once the doors open we are greeted with yells and screams. The room is super crowded and dark. Only lights come from the center of the room. I watch as two guys go at it. The one hits the guy and blood flies across the mat. He gives him a look and then pounds on the other guy until he is almost dead. The crowd cheers and starts to chat for him to take his life. To my surprise he does...he reached down and places his arms around his neck and with one quick motion snaps it.

I look up at Kwan. "What did you say was this place?"

"You get more money if you kill the opponent...if you are just in for the fight you only get half the money. Some of these people...this is their only income. Most are druggies of course just trying to make enough to get their next fix. You put your name in the jar and they draw out two...so most of the time it's never fair...you will have this scrawny thing up against a big ass dude or you will have a junky with a body builder...you just never know. So are you up for it?"

"I think I will just watch for now if that is ok." I stand beside him and watch the next two step up on the mat. We watch a few more fights and some guy walks over and starts talking to Kwan.

After a few minutes he introduces me. "Scarlett...this is Mateo he owns the place. Mateo this is Scarlett."

"Kwan tells me that you like to fight. You want to take the mat?"

I glance over at Kwan and back at Mateo. "I'm not sure...that I am ready to die."

He laughs. "We have other fights...you know. It's not like someone always has to die. I can set you up with the women's group...or mixed whatever you want. We have some with rules and some with not. Come on I think you just might like it."

"I don't know...how do I know for sure you are not fucking around with me."

"Suit yourself." He turns to shake Kwan's hand again. "Let me know if you need anything."

As he is walking away I stop him. "Wait...ok...fine I want to do it...what do I need to do."

"Come with me." He smiles and takes my hand. We walk to the other side and he hands me a piece of paper. "Here right your name down."I do and he takes it from me and throws it in the bowl of names. We stand and watch a few more fights. After about an hour later, I hear my name along with some guy. Kwan gives me a look and nods his head.

I walk out to the mat and greet the guy that I am going up against. He is a foot taller than me and looks to be pretty strong. He licks his lips and smiles wickedly. "You sure you want some of this baby...I'm going to fuck you up real good."

I smirk back. This is going to be fun. He swings first and I dodge him stepping to the side. We go around a few times before he jabs and hits me in the side. I grit my teeth and punch him. I hit him a few more times then he swings and hits me hard right in the jaw. I crack my neck and look back at him. We go around again. "Come on you little bitch...you think you're a bad little ass...come on hit me like you really mean it."

I kick his feet out from under him and he falls hard to the mat. I climb on top of him and punch him a few times. He takes one hand and swings me over and I land hard on my back. He swings over and sits on top of me as his hands come around my throat. He is trying to choke me out. I have been in this position a few times with Zane...and even Marcus. My training has taught me how to get out of this predicament. I take my thumb and jab it in his eye. I hold on till he lets go of me. "You fucking little bitch." He calls out.

I don't waste any time. I kick him in the little balls that he has and when he goes down I get him right where I want him and I use my strength of my upper thighs to choke him out. He falls to the floor and the bell ring. Someone grabs my hand and throws it up in the air singling that I won. As I walk of the mat, Kwan comes over with a shit eating grin. "Well how did that feel?"

"It felt fucking great...now let's get out of here." I am so ready to down a few drinks now.

"Whatever you say."

We head out and his phone keeps going off. I watch him as he pulls out the phone to answer it. Mine has gone off a few times but I refuse to talk to Mekhi right now. Before I reach the car a hand comes around me and pulls me back. "I'm not done with you fucking bitch."

This guy just keeps coming back for more. The thing is he caught me off guard. I have one hand on my purse and when he knocks the shit out of me, I fall backwards. I slide my hand into my purse and grab the knife when he comes back over to me. He pulls me up by hair and I take the knife and slice his stomach. He screams out and Kwan steps over beside me. "What the..."

I don't pay him any attention because I am too busy slicing this guy up...I don't stop I keep going till I can't go any more. Blood is all over the place...almost like a slaughter house. I reach down and grab his head pulling him up to my lips. "Guess you're done now....bitch." The knife goes right across his throat and he gargles his last breath.

I walk over to the car and get in."You can't leave him like that; we should get rid of the body." Kwan looks around frantically to see if anyone is watching.

"Fuck him...get in or you can stay here...either way I am leaving."

Of course he gets in. I start the engine and fly the hell out of there. I still have a high...from the rush of killing him. It's going on way after midnight when I pull into a bar. I get out and Kwan comes to my side and stops me. "Scar...you can't walk in like this...people will notice all the blood."I look down and shrug my shoulders. But he isn't having it. He takes off his shirt and hands it to me. "At least put this on over all of that."

I pull off my shirt and toss it on the ground. I take his shirt and put it on it nearly swallows me whole...it looks more like a dress on me. "Do I look better now?"

He just shakes his head and walks behind me. We go in and find a table. We order a few drinks and I even get up and dance. He sits back and watches me. I walk over and grab his hand. "Come on dance with me."

"Not sure Mekhi would like that." His lips curl up.

"Come on...it's not like you are fucking me...we are just dancing."

"I don't dance....sorry."

"Fine...have it your way." I down another drink and then go back to the floor to dance with people that I don't know. Three hours later I can barely stand up. As I walk over to the table I nearly fall over my own two feet. I feel arms hold me and help me out to the car. Awe....Kwan...thanks for being there.

He drives me home. But when we pull up the side door opens up and Mekhi pulls me out and carries me to my room. He never says a word and I'm not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.