The Gang Leader's Street Fighter.

Chapter 3

Lexi's pov :
I woke back up at 1:00 in the afternoon and started packing what little I had in my room. It didn't take long considering that I barely had anything that belonged to me. I then put on a black tank with a white hoodie and a pair of black jeans with my favorite pair of beat-down Nikes.

I then did my makeup but I like to keep it simple enough to hide any bruising but not a lot that I sweat it off in the baking heat. I honestly had no skill or patience when it came down to makeup, my skin never cooperated whether tones or outbreaks. So opted for strong basics set and leave everything else to professionals. 

I went downstairs with my bags and put them on the door. I was heading to the living room to wait for my parents, entering the living was mistake number one walking in I saw my father and step-mother doing it on the sofa. Mistake number two was when I froze, just standing there watching them have sex with my stepmother's bare chest pressing up against my father's naked chest. His trousers and pants hanging on his knees she was jumping around on his lap. I couldn't call this sex?

My phone started ringing, which reminded me of what I was seeing I quickly dashed out of the room. I looked down to see the caller ID it was one of my bosses that picked up the call.

" Hi Reaper" My boss greeted in a cheery voice.

"Tony. I've told you to call me Lexi" I let out a playful angry sigh.

"I know but it's more mysterious" he lowered his voice at the end for the dramatics.

I laughed "so what do ya want?"

"Can't a friend call a friend" he joked playfully acting hurt.

"Not when it's your boss"

"Whatever. Straight to business as usual. Boring hag"

"For one your the one who's 38. Plus I make all your fights interesting and you can't lie about that" I reminisced all my favorites. 

"Whatever, anyway do you think it's possible for you to come to Los Angeles for a quick fight tomorrow night? The people are saying that you've gotten soft and old" he let out an angry sigh, loved how he was getting angry on my behalf but he was the round the corner from bursting a blood vessel with all his high blood pressure.

"Sure. Well, actually I'm moving back so....."

"Seriously I'll have fights lined up for you after your fight and when you've gotten some rest....."

"Hold on. I will continue fighting but I need at least a week after each fight"

"....OK I can agree with that"

"By the way how much does the winner get," I asked curiously because usually, I'm the one who calls for more fights when I can get away from my parents.

"30 thousand" he replied, his hasty response had me on edge more to do with my unpreparedness that trusting why the price was high.

"It's usually less, way less who am I fighting?".

"Steve".

"Hahahha you've got to be kidding he's one of the worst" I remembered accidentally knocking him out during a spar session, back when I had no technique or experience to add insult to injury.

"He's changed Lexi since you left he's been training and fighting to take your name as The Reaper"

I let out an angry sigh, who the hell does he think he is that's my title? He was insulting me. a title was very fighter's worth you gained it but never lost it. It was an unspoken code to ever use another's no matter the personal hate.

"Get my gym ready I'm outta shape" I commanded with fake authority 

"Your wish is my command" I heard him laughing

"I've gotta go I'll see you tomorrow for training" I hung up the phone before my parents walked out. I hung my head low not wanting another beating.

"LET'S GO " My father yelled from in the car.

I walked with my head down and stepped into the car. Put my seat belt on and rested my head on the window enjoying the cold on my head. The airport was at least an hour away if there was no traffic.

The journey was long but eventually, we were all on the plane. Thankfully I was seated away from my parents which allowed me peace for the two-hour flight. So I sat thinking of an excuse to leave the house after I had finished packing. The only lie I could think of that could (key word could) work was that I was going to look for a job to pay them back for everything they have done for my useless self (which was obviously a lie since they have never done anything for me except abuse me).

"Please buckle your seat belt we are about to arrive at our destination. Los Angeles."

I woke up for the first time in years excited about something. I felt like life was getting better for me except for the two demons in front of me. 

I felt alive.