"Where do you think you're going?" he asks, scowling. "In there to fight, genius," I shoot back, mocking him. "And you think you'll survive with that body of yours?" he sneers-totally not checking me out. "Watch me." I smirk. "Get ready to be surprised." "Whatever. I can't let you go in there. This is my territory-what I say, goes." He smirks. The nerve. "Look, I don't want trouble. I just need the quick buck to make ends meet," I say. "How about this: one fight. If I win, I stay. If I lose, I'm gone." He stares at me, clearly thinking it over. "Fine," he finally says. "Little lady." I smile, ignoring the nickname. This is going to be fun.