The Bet

5) Camila

What the hell is she doing here?!

I watched the goddess from the diner last week move swiftly through the crowd at the fight club.

  The abandoned building full of crooks and underground fighters seemed to jump out of the way of the confident woman who's looking just as expensive as she did when we first met.

  Okay, I know she must be important, but am I missing something?

  Then a fist came flying out of the blue.

  My head hit the floor with a smack and a mix of cheers and boos roared.

  I gritted my teeth and pushed myself off the ground.

  Serves me right for getting distracted during a fight.

  I shook the blurriness from my eyes as I tried to regain my footing.

  My opponent was kind enough to let her guard down while she smirked arrogantly into the crowd, like a dumbass.

  I can say that because I was also just gazing into the crowd, like a dumbass.

  I wrapped my arms around her neck and swept her feet out from under her. Her body hit the floor and I could tell by the face she made that it did not feel nice.

Her back arched up at the pain while she gritted her teeth.

  We rolled around for a bit while I absolutely refused to let her off the ground. Eventually she tired herself out and I managed to get her into a choke hold.

  The poor thing was so persistent that she passed out before she tapped out.

  My arm was shoved into the air by the 'referee' and I was off to collect my winnings while the girl gets removed from the ring.

  She'll be fine. They have a room in the back with a nice cot she can lay on until she comes to.

I became very acquainted with that cot when I first started fighting.

"You got a good one for me, Cal?" I asked as I shoved my winnings into my sports bra before I hide it away in my bag.

  "You down to go against K?" He asked me while sorting through cash. I think I've only seen this man a total of two and a half times without money in his hands, and I see his mug way more often than I'd like.

  "K? Are you kidding me? She literally stabbed the last girl she fought." I gaped at him. "With a knife."

  "I'll take that as a no."

  "C'mon Cal! Y'know tomorrow is my birthday," I told him with an eyebrow wiggle. "Give me someone good."

  "Oh right. Turning twenty three, huh?"

  I almost choked on my own spit.

  Oops, forgot about that.

  After seeing my reaction Calvin snorted. "Y'know, because you were twenty when you first showed up here."

  "Right, totally. I just thought of a really funny joke in my head, and that's why I made that weird noise."

  Or it might've been because I was actually seventeen when I joined and am only turning twenty this year, potato potato.

  "What was the joke?" He raised an unconvinced eyebrow at me.

  "Oh, uh —"

  "Samira."

  My eyes widened at the smooth and sultry voice that called my actual name.

  No one calls me that around here.