Discordia Villa immigrates to America with hopes to cheat the discriminatory system of the Beyblade entertainment industry, but world comes crashing down when a familiar enemy rocks her world. In order to take him down she gathers some powerful blad...
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He shows himself into my room, followed by two fit men in black suits. Everything happens so fast; as he sat onto my desk chair the pure fear that washed over me was indescribable. But I stood tall and controlled my shaking knees.
"Mr Glass." I broke the silence. He intertwined his fingers and smirked, glaring at me. "Discordia Villa." I quickly glanced at the men behind him. They were tall; a big build too. No visible weapons.
"You're back?" My caffeine breath was shallow and anticipating. "Indeed, laying low this time."
"How bad do you want to set a good example, Discordia?"
"I'd give anything," I said softly.
Every way that I act, every word I speak is to display dominance and strength. I have never seen a woman on international television for a individual tournament. I swore on my life to change that. Somehow back in Ireland, my invitation got lost in the mail.
"Then come with me." He holds his hand out, eyes shadowed from the light of the sky. "To where?" My eyes widen. I'm intrigued. "Blader's heaven." He smiles again. "You want to get stronger? This is the path to take."
"I-I-I can't?" He moves closer. "Of course you can. My team sought you out personally, we see potential." I straighten my shoulders. I can't allow myself to consider this, I can't allow my ambition to be used against me. We all know the story of Red Eye, it's an unfortunate part of the Beyblade history in America. We don't need a replay. And going AWOL doesn't help my public image.
"No. Final answer."
"It's a shame." He sighs and frowns, then signals for the guards to move forward. To move toward me. "See, we've got to keep this on the down-low. Can't have a Blader going around exposing my plans, can I?" I am strong, but not strong enough to take two grown men. He wasn't asking.
He had every intention of dragging me out of here whether I wanted to be or not.
Just as one of the men grabs my arm, the closet door bursts open.
"You think the two of your goons can take us?"
I forgot that fucking Silas was here! A smile curls at my cheeks and I laugh. Now I can swear to you neither of us is leaving with this fucking raccoon-looking bitch.
I strike the man who has a grip on my wrist in the stomach. When he doubles over in pain I knee him in the centre of his forehead. The other tried to intercept, but Silas had a handle on him. Theodore makes a run for it during the altercation, and in no time the entire team is at my door. They're chattering and gasping at the bloodied bodies on the floor as me and Silas proudly fist-bump each other.
