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The VIP area of the club was empty except for us. The faint beat of the music being played outside was all that could be heard. A soundproof one-sided mirror side separated us from the common area. We could see everything without being seen. Practical. When used to your advantage.
My short blood-red dress clung uncomfortably to my body and my hands were sweating under my leather gloves. But I was used to all of it. It was my job, after all. I was the baiter.
"Riley... " my father said trying to get my attention towards the job I was supposed to be carrying out.
I turned to face him.
"Your target's here, " he said pointing to a man.
I approached the glass to peer at the person whom I had only seen in pictures. He looked to be about twenty five, no older. A black leather jacket was thrown over his white t-shirt. He looked around, as if expecting an ambush. But seeing that no one was watching him, he sat at the bar and ordered a drink. He was safe. Or so he thought.
Little did he know that the vodka he was drinking would be his last.
Desire is man's greatest ennemy. This statement was about to go way further than simple words...
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Into the ring
Teen FictionI was almost ready. Flexing my fingers to see if they were properly taped up, all I could think of was the fight I was about to launch myself in. I needed this. I needed to win. Satisfied, I put on my gloves, tied the carefully at my wrists a...
