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I wasn't supposed to be here.
This wasn't my scene-the dimly lit warehouse, the scent of sweat and blood thick in the air, the sound of fists colliding with flesh. It was raw, violent, and nothing like the quiet, predictable life I was used to.
And yet, here I was, standing in the middle of it all.
"Come on, just one night," Lia had said, dragging me into this mess. "Live a little."
Living a little didn't usually involve watching an illegal street fight. But it wasn't the fight that had me gripping the edge of my jacket. It was him.
Leo Blackwood.
He was a name whispered in warning, a reputation built on bruised knuckles and reckless choices. The kind of guy girls either ran from or ran to, knowing damn well he'd ruin them.
I had no plans of running to him. But when he stepped into the ring, shirtless, blood staining the tape around his hands, I couldn't look away.
One punch.
Two.
His opponent hit the ground with a sickening thud.
The fight was over before it even started.
Leo turned, wiping blood from his mouth, and for a split second, his dark eyes locked onto mine. My breath hitched.
A slow smirk curled his lips.
And just like that, I knew-I had just caught the attention of the last person I should ever be noticed by.