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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 17 | remember my name
PUNCH AFTER PUNCH I threw at the men surrounding me.
Each of us were fighting two of Rueben's men at a time and it seemed like we were winning.
To be honest, I don't think Ryder even noticed who I am since he only saw the back of me when he came to help. To him, I probably just seemed like a girl in need of being rescued.
After Ryder threw the first punch at their leader and all hell broke loose, two other guys tried jumping him from behind and their leader was able to slip away. He was one of the men I was fighting now.
"You won't be safe for long, Asia." He says, throwing a punch at my face that I block. "We are always watching."
This guy is seriously getting on my nerves right now and I don't even know who the fuck he is.
"Who the fuck are you?" I question because he definitely seems to be the one in charge, but I've never seen him before and I know most of the top people in Rueben's gang.
I kick him in the balls before turning to the other guy and punching him hard in the side of the head, knocking him out. Well, that was easier than I thought it would be.
As the man in charge of Rueben's gang stands up straighter, he says, "I'm Leo, Rueben's second in command and baby... You're going to remember my name." He smirks when he sees the look of disgust I'm throwing at him.
Just as I was about to go in for another punch, he stepped out of sight into the shadows and even though I tried to follow him, there was no luck. How could I let him slip between my fingers so easily when it's not even dark yet and the sun barely just started going down.
Turning around, I go to grab my bag as I see Ryder and the guys finishing off the rest of the men. I would stay and say thanks, but I just can't let them recognize me.
Hurrying, I go to my motorcycle and take out my helmet, placing it on my head before throwing my leg over the seat and getting on. Then I held down the clutch and started the engine.
