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❝Sometimes falling for the enemy is inevitable❞
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When Anastasia Stone gets betrayed by her best guy friend, also know...
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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.
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.
After taking a quick look around, 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.
My bag is so stuffed that it's hard to even get the zipper undone but I manage. Quickly, I change into my sweats, sports bra, and hoodie before I took out my wraps.
Now, I just need one more thing...
Digging through the bag pocket, I search for my mask because I don't want people to find out who I am and unfortunately, I can't seem to find it at all.
"Fuck," I muttered as I zipped my backpack back up. Taking my bag off the hook, I throw it over my shoulder before I leave the stall. Then I walked out of the girls' bathroom, but not without checking to make sure nobody was around.
