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❝Sometimes falling for the enemy is inevitable❞
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After being betrayed by her only friend, Anastasia Martinez Stone gets thrown into a dangerous world full of fighting, racing, drugs, pain, and death...
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A N A S T A S I A 4 | who said I'm a guy?
THE REST OF THE DRIVE was short and once I finally got to my destination, I parked around back.
After making sure that my motorcycle was completely hidden and out of plain sight, I grabbed the handles as I stood up, leaning forward enough for me to kick my right leg up into the air behind me and around my bike.
Taking off my backpack, I placed it on the seat of my motorcycle, opening it before I grabbed my helmet and pulled it off over my head.
My backpack extends far enough for my helmet to fit inside, that's why I put everything else in the front high pocket.
Although the bag is huge and makes me look like I'm just carrying a bag of rocks, I've gotta do what works best.
After shoving my helmet into the bag and zipping it up, I made my way into Blackfall.
Inside, it looks like a normal bar with tables and people hanging out watching TV screens, but I know that it's just a cover.
Walking towards the dark back corner, there's a door that says "DO NOT ENTER" but I don't listen.
Opening the door, I begin walking down a set of stairs, finally hearing the sounds of a bunch of people.
When I get down to the basement, which is set up like a fight arena with a bar, I take a quick look around to get more familiar with the place even though I already came here earlier.
The mast majority of the people here were all huddled together, forming a large circle around the center of the room, surrounding two guys who were getting ready to fight.
The smell of sweat and alcohol was overpowering.
People had their hands up in the air, waving around wads of cash as they placed their bets and I grinned — this is definitely my kind of place.
Eventually, I made my way into the girls bathroom so that I could change.
Pushing open the door to the biggest stall, I go in lock the door before hanging my backpack up on the hook.
