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Chapter 25--- fifty shades of green

Dedicated to Neon_chocolates

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Hagel's POV

I returned home late in the evening.
After my outburst this morning, I left for the rings and practiced a little.

Then later, José and Rick and the boys insisted on going out to celebrate my victory since I left suddenly after the fight.
I couldn't say no. All thier efforts had helped me a lot, they'd been the back bone of my success. So after much persuasion, I gave in.

The Hotsmuglipstick club was buzzing with loud music and sweaty bodies dancing wildly.
The different types of cologne and perfumes assulted my nose and I resisted the urge to gag as we made our way to the bar.

I ordered the full bottle of Hennessy and then another bottle of wine and whiskey and a couple of beers.
José ordered some French wine in addition to what I had and we made for our table at the back, away from the huge dance floor.

Lots of people know me here.
They are people who often come to watch matches at the Rings.

We settled and then continued to chat fondly.
Soon, most of the guys were getting drunk.
José looked funny from how high he was. I watched him in awe as he rolled yet another puff of weed.

I shook my head no when he offered me one.
" You're too soft Cold, real men smoke these stuffs and more" he slurred, making me chuckle.
Mario accepted the puff I declined, taking long hard smoke after José lit it up.

It was getting late and my eyes settled on Rick with some curvy brunnet grinding into him.
A ghost smile appeared on my lips as I watched him.
Poor Rick hasn't been this happy in ages, he deserves it.

I was getting bored,my mind kept drifting back home....to Hazel.
I miss her so much.
Damn.
How odd that I feel these things for her and only her.
Today hadn't gone as I planned.

I had wanted to spend the day alone with her. But Mum and Fiona showed up and wrecked my plans.

This morning...

" Fuck"
My dick turned instantly hard at the thought of my fingers inside her, fucking her and how she looked so goddamn hot.
Fuck fuck fuck.

I'm hard. I need to go home. None of these women who kept throwing themselves at me appeals to me .

I need her.

After telling the guys I was leaving, I excused myself and stepped out of the club.
Walking to the park for my now fixed baby sport motor bike, I heard a noise that drew my attention.

" Ho ho ho! Here comes the camp!"

Aléjo, fuck.
Popular street fighter who was such a prick and a dick head, annoyingly nicknamed Unbeatable.
What Aléjo does is different from what I do. His motives are not honourable.
He takes pleasure in beating people near death and being feared and all those stupid shit, so on many occasions, I refused to fight him. He was a thug.

The dog won't just stop.

Aléjo smiled as he approached me, his men following behind their master.
" Long time no see Buddy, xup?" He asks in his Russian accent, standing face to face with me.

We're the same height, almost the same structure save that he's a little bulkier.
The smell of alcohol and cigarettes and a horrendous stench of soup filled my nose as he spoke to my face.

I looked past him to the bleeding guy on the floor and returned my gaze to him.
" Pick people your own size Aléjo" I say calmly, coldly.
" Like you? Come on tough guy, give me that fight, you know I'll win so what's the big deal?" He bragged.