author's note:
If you are reading this chapter then you are grateful to know that my part of this book has been completed and I am only uploading the chapters.
Wish my 2023 is going to rock *hope so*
And the updates will only be on Sunday along with a new cover.

"I ACCEPT."

I look at Aristide and then at Carlos, both of them had a stoic faces as none showed who won the argument.

Carlos scoffs and mocks at Aristide, "Why? Trying to win Caterina's heart by accepting the battle?"

Aristide folds his arms, flexing his muscles, and hauntingly spoke, "No, never. All I am trying to prove is I am worthy of." He covers up the small distance as both of their nose touches but more than a bro-romance vibe they have an enemy bond. "After all, you are now an outsider and I am the one safely intact around Caterina. I don't need any other steps to take up her as mine but you for sure need it as you are out of the shelter your leader provided for so long."

His mockery is well shown. Black eyes shine with a dark promise to drag the sack of potatoes and crush them under his power.

Carlos's eyes flame in anger, "Keep these words within your dick. The one who is the winner will say the rest of the monologue." His eyes then settle on mine and somehow they soften. "You are my best friend and I will be the one to forever protect you." He pauses turning to look at Aristide, "You are my enemy. You were and forever will be."

Aristide coughs a little, "Keep these words within your dick." This time I couldn't control my laugh and burst out laughing.

"Sorry. It's just looking at you two and watching you both fights like kids in Vittoria period is kind of entertaining. Christian, do tell me who is the winner of this argument and I will go and make the datasheet of last month." I wave at them and just when my foot touches the staircase, Carlos speaks out loud.

"In underground fight club. Sharp at 5 pm." I turn to look at him.

"Be sure about what you both want. I won't uselessly watch some nonsense fights if they aren't worthy of my time."

"If I win, then Adora and I will stay here but if he wins then he will continue to stay here if not, then he will pack his bag and walk out from here."

I nod my head, "Fine then. Pull the shits. I will be there. Christian, call Romeo and tell him about the schedule, and by that time I will complete my homework."

I shake my head grumbling "Nowadays men."

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My mouth hangs open as I view the black beauty covered in a white satin dress. "Monica, you look so fuckable. I wish I could be a man so that I could have fucked you by now."

Her gray eyes shine brighter than any highlighter used and are one of the best things that attract the audience toward her.

She laughs shaking her head. "You will never change." I shrug back popping a french fries that I stole from Vittoria. She turns back glaring at me but soon her glare softens as she finds out it's me.

"Bella." She moans while I give an Eskimo kiss to her.

I turn back to look at the thumping beats of leather shoes where Aristide comes down full of his glory.

"Are you ready?" They got a week to prepare themselves and each one with their so-called pride reduced the period to three days.

He grins showcasing his pearly teeth, "As I ever could be."

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The crowd roars disturb the peaceful silence the once underground had. Monica sits beside Christian who is telling her about his random achievement. I chuckle lowly sitting on the great throne secured only for me.

"Now, I would like to welcome our colleague, the fucker who got the best chick, Carlos Ferrari." Lights flash on his sweat glisten body making him look hot. He cracks his knuckles waving at the crowd before going inside the arena secured with a cage.

"And next, well a newcomer which we all know can never surpass our fighter, Leone." Yeah, that's what I wrote when signing the names and formalities required. If anyone gets to know that he is the police officer I kidnapped, everything will go batshit crazy and I may be sad for wasting a month doing nothing.

And lastly, he appears. I never appreciated the taut muscles but now he too is dipped in sweat making the heavy muscles to be ripe enough for me to kiss and suck them. He rolls his shoulder blades before entering the arena. For him, the only tag the crowd could use is a loser.

The thing I like in Aristide the most is his calmness. The way his body is stiff but his facial sight and the way he analyzes his surrounding with so ease makes me feel proud of the correct prize I tame to be as mine.

Both of them were only in boxers, Carlos red and Aristide black. Their hands are secured in tight hand wraps and their mouth are in mouthguards. The tattoos of Aristide are lesser than Carlos but each one of the tattoos is so beautifully colored and designed as if they are only created for his body while Carlos, maybe too much were overlapping one another.

"Caterina." I snap out of my daze and turn to look at the intruder who breaks my thoughts of comparison.

"Adora." I nod my head in the role of acknowledging her presence.

"How are you?" I shrug.

"Fine as always." She sighs shaking her head and looking to the other side.

"No. I am not talking about being physically fine. I am talking about you being mentally okay."

I kiss my teeth irritated by her sense of correct assumption. "Have you been taking the medicines again?"

"Si." I grit out. She sighs nodding her head.

"You need therapy-"

"Fuck off, Adora." I finally say the words I need to right now. I am immersed in what Aristide and Carlos will do but with no interruption.

"I am trying to help-"

"I don't need your fucking help Adora. Can't you see I am fine? And I am. So, thank you and bye-bye. Let me watch the live fight."

"Why are you trying to act like you are a bad girl?" Can I just kill her already? Even Spotify advertisements are much better than her non-stop interruption.

"I am not a good girl Adora." I watch the crowd getting hyperactive energy and turn to look at her with a taunting smile, "I am the worst." I crouch down a little to end my line. "Maybe more than that."

And then the fight begins. I fold my arms waiting for the person to win the shot. Adora quietly walks away as Monica sits beside me.

"I know Carlos will win." I laugh a little watching the cat and mouse play. As Carlos is always great in posing the cat stance to hit his opponent directly, Aristide's box of surprises is yet to be open until today.

But I can give full guarantee this will be according to me a surprise fight. Carlos snarls at Aristide as he calmly encircles him. "Did you ever watch two lions fighting?" I turn to my left side to look at Monica and when she shakes her head negatively. I smirk turning to eye the two men.

"Tonight you will see. One with surprise and another with a box of strength."

And finally, the first round starts. Carlos takes the Cat stance and as soon as he is ready to attack, Aristide takes a kneeling stance punching Carlos's stomach. The audience taking their side of Carlos slowly quietens. But Carlos doesn't stagger behind. He smirks bending his front leg kicking straight at a right angle to the direction of Aristide's stomach and quickly taking his earlier position.

"He has a good lead kick. I need to learn from him." Monica grumbles making me chuckle. The silent followers now roar in cheers, yelling at their pastor.

Aristide now elbows bend, tucked tight by his chest and fists covering his head ready for another brutal attempt he quickly jabs to distract Carlos and within a second takes his arm as momentum giving a perfect spinning back kick square his jaws.

I bite my lips watching his muscle contract and ease as he pulls and push with force to make them bulge out exposing a few tattoos he has surrounding his rosy beige skin.

This goes on for another ten minutes extending to fifteen minutes leading Aristide to tackle Carlos with a collar tie and arms control. The flying amber lets Aristide hold Carlos's neck so that he can swing his leg over Carlos's head. With one last punch on Aristide's face, the hold gets dismissed and the winner is announced aka none.

Time's up.

Smiling through his bloodied teeth he winked in Adora's direction. Meanwhile, Aristide tightened his jaws glaring at Carlos. Five minutes of break and again the fight started.

Jabs were thrown from both sides, and sweat glistened on their body which soon will be flooded as time ticked and no one backs up. Punches flew along with kicks and blood stained like a daily dose of medicine.

"Times up." Forty minutes passed by and the second round was considered to be a tie between them, leaving them to win the last and final round.

"Who do you think will win the game?" Monica quietly asked.

I shrugged, "I, myself need a drink." Monica quietly chuckled offering me a glass of wine. I widened my eyes looking at her.

"Where did you get that?" She shyly eyed Christian who was busy scrolling down as he talked to Romeo.

I lowly whistled swirling the liquid in the glass eyeing the blush appearing on her face. I galloped the liquid at once as it burn my throat but I didn't care not when the tension is rising like a Kelvin temperature.

Carlos tried to lift Aristide but Aristide did lift Carlos through his leg over his shoulder and threw him on the ground with a loud thud sound. With one straight punch in his face, the fight ended. Or so we thought but Carlos quickly did the arm lock throwing Aristide down straight his face as the crack was heard loud and clear.

Not every people know this but Aristide is good at flexibility. The way he arched his head backward to blow Carlos's face to free him showed the audience his true form. Both of them got separated and took the fighting pose and within seconds lunged over the other showering enough bloody jabs. Aristide shoved his foot towards the right making Carlos stumble and with one strong flip he threw Carlos back, he didn't give him time to recover as he locked his arms back for straight ten seconds before the referee announced the winner was Aristide.

The cage surrounding the audience now shook vigorously as they met their new winner. Both of them played well enough but Carlos has the pride and ego to not let him analyze his competitor and such a person who is a police fucking officer.

His eyes shone with a new profound feeling as they scan the crowd, waving at them but as he finally reached mine, they turned darker. Blood poured out from the corner of his mouth while his body achieved new scratches and bruises yet he looks so ethereal.

Just like Hades.

He blew me a kiss making me smile at him. The first real smile I offered to my pet. I clapped my hands for him as he slowly with calculative moves stood in front of me.

I kissed his glowing face tasting the salty liquids in them. "Well done, Leone." His eyes beamed in happiness as he rejoiced to hear me say.

I smiled widely at him while his new emotion held awe in them. "What do you want as a reward?" I asked him.

He thought for a while examining me from top to bottom, crouching a little to my ears he purred, "Allow me to fuck you."

My heart leap forward as I searched his eyes for any sick jokes but when they held dark promises, I grinned.

"Sure. As you wish."

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oh my god. I am dead, like seriously writing this part in full swing during my period cramps is more like hitting all the sensitive parts cause I had to imagine the stance and position. my gut is now swollen after writing the fighting scene.

however, do get ready for the most steamy part you were waiting for.
sex duh!