Marco, a devil himself at the age of 24. His parents' tragic deaths at a young age left him scarred, causing him to build walls around his emotions. Fueled by a burning desire for justice, Marco takes on the dangerous task of uncovering the truth be...
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As we left Marcos room he was taking me somewhere, we took an elevator and went to the 3rd floor, and holy hell.
If was a gym, but also a training center aswell.
"Maybe this can cheer you up" Marco said, putting his cigarette out.
I look around, seeing people training, talking in groups. I knew i was wounded but a little tussle wouldn't hurt.
"Do you see what I have on? This is not the right attire." I said a little annoyed.
He chuckled, "go down to your left it's a locker room in there with clothes."
As I walked down to the left, I found the locker room Marco mentioned. Inside, I quickly changed into the black shorts and white t-shirt. I took off my heels and decided to go barefoot. Feeling a bit more comfortable, I headed back to the training area.
When I stepped onto one of the mats, I felt everyone's eyes on me. The earlier events still had me fuming, and I was ready to channel that frustration. Marco was still standing there, a playful glint in his eyes.
"Who wants to challenge the newbie?" he called out, clearly enjoying himself.
Newbie? Please. I scanned the room, looking for anyone brave enough to take me on. "Oh come on, y'all scared I'll whoop your asses?" I taunted.
A boy stood up, a cocky grin on his face. "You can't whoop me," he said confidently.
I smiled, putting my curly hair into a ponytail, feeling the adrenaline surge. "Bring it on," I said, getting into my stance.
He approached me. We circled each other for a moment, sizing each other up.
He approached me confidently, his eyes locked on mine. The room fell silent, everyone eager to see how this would play out. He threw the first punch, but I dodged it easily, my reflexes sharp.
"Is that all you got?" I taunted, my voice steady.
He went for another punch, but I blocked it and countered with a swift kick to his side. He staggered back, surprise flashing in his eyes.
"Not bad," he admitted, regaining his balance. "But I'm just getting started."
He lunged at me with a flurry of punches, but i swift by everyone.
slipping past his defenses i land a solid hit to his jaw. He stumbled back, shaking his head to clear it.
With a growl, he charged again, this time aiming a powerful kick at my midsection. I caught his leg and twisted, sending him crashing to the ground. He rolled and sprang back up, sweat glistening on his brow.
