VERITY'S POV ~_______~_______~

Holy shit shit fucking shit.

Nicolas Ricci is the don of the Spanish Mafia. Nicolas Ricci is the second best assassin and underground fighter in the underworld. Nicolas Ricci is standing before me right now, ready to fight.

Out of all things I expected, this was not one of them. Tonight, I could get seriously injured.

Don't get me wrong, I've fought men bigger and stronger than Nicolas Ricci. But from what I've heard.. 'Blade' uses both his strength and his brains when he fights. He has strategy, he always has plans.

So do I, but Blade has practically been butting me off the first place for best assassin & underground fighter title for years.

And tonight? We're going to see who really deserves that title.

I observed him for a good second as we waited for the ref's signal. He really didn't have any visible outs. His stance was perfect, he was evenly balanced and I couldn't see any visible injuries.

That was until he stepped on his left foot too hard and winced slightly before covering it up quickly in hopes nobody would see.

Gotcha.

I also knew that Blade often let his anger get the best of him. Derek went with him on a mission once and experienced it firsthand. It was not pretty.

I purposefully leaned more on my right leg and glanced to the right side of him as if I was planning to attack there, and he noticed right away. His grin widened slightly but he put an emotionless facade on right after. Perfect.

The ref signaled us to start and we circled each other for a bit.

Finally, he sent the first hit. I dodged his right hook and leaned to the left, effectively punching his gut a few times before standing upright again.

He hunches over for a second before charging my way and attempting to kick my right leg, but I step back. He misses my leg but kicked my side instead, and I knew damn well that was going to leave a bruise.

We sent punches and blocks to one another, and this goes on for about a minute, the crowd waiting in anticipation.

Just as he steps his left foot forward to throw a punch directly at my nose, I step out the way and step onto his seemingly injured foot. He winces in pain and I take the opportunity to start throwing punches and kicks at him like crazy.

He recovers from his moment of weakness and starts to block them. Every time he threw a punch, I blocked. He hasn't gotten more than 5 hits on me this entire match and it was pissing him off, I could tell. Though those hits were hard, I'm sure they all will leave bruises.

He looks at me in the eyes and all I saw in his was pure, hot rage. He charges at me and just as he was about to reach me, I step aside and kick the back of his knees, sweeping him down and he loses his balance. He falls on the floor and I waste no time in straddling him, throwing punches to his ribs and trying not to hit his pretty face too hard.

This position we're in would be hot if I wasn't beating his ass.

....

Anyway !!..

As I punch him, I let my bottled up anger out. I let my anger out for being stupid enough to trust my biologicals. I let my anger out for getting close to them. I let my anger out from anything and everything that's been bothering me the last few days but I stopped myself from making Nicolas.. or Blade, a bloody mess.

He puts his arms up to his face, blocking my punches. After a few seconds he regains himself and turns us over, so he's hovering over me and my legs are wrapped around his waist.

Once again, would be hot if we weren't trying to knock each other out. Like, I wouldn't complain if this was any other circumstance...

...

Shut up.

I used my wrapped legs to try and swing us over and it worked. He threw a punch to my face as I attempted to get up from the floor, the force of the punch causing me to fall back and my face to turn to the side.

Oh hell no, this shit is gonna leave a huge fucking bruise and my pretty face is gonna be ruined. I am NOT having that, I have shit to do and I can't be showing up with a bruised face to parties!!

I recover quickly and scramble up as he was still on the floor, sending a kick to his ribs. He groans in pain and grabs my leg, pushing me to the floor once again.

I straddled him once more, and this time took my chance and elbowed him in the face. I heard a crack! and his nose was now bleeding and likely broken. I sent one final punch to his head, effectively knocking him out.

I stand up from my position and the whole arena is silent. The ref looks at me in horror and my friends are looking proud. I look back at the unconscious, bloody and bruised body and a odd feeling runs through me and I don't like it one bit. I don't feel like a winner.

The ref announces my win and the once silent crowd starts an uproar. They start yelling, shouting my name. Their screams are deafening and I should feel accomplished right now. I should feel as if I won the lottery, but I don't.

I step out the arena and head to the back, throwing my mask off aggressively and sitting on the counter. My best friends quickly come in and lock the door, Derek grabbing a med kit and Miya dancing happily.

"You did it! You freaking beat Blade!!" She squealed.

"You don't look to happy, Itty." Derek frowned as he attended to the few cuts and bruises I had.

"I am happy." I said, but it came out harsher than I intended it to.

Derek and Miya exchanged a look.

"What's bothering you?" Derek asked.

"Nothing. Nothing. Just the stupid stuff at home."

"Well obviously but there's something else. Aren't you happy you won?"

I sighed and didn't answer.

Miya gasped and put a hand to her lips, squealing. "Oh. My. God. You like Blake. You like Blake."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "I do not like Blake. What gives you that impression? I just beat the crap out of him for god's sake. Plus even if I did, it wouldn't ever happen. He's greatest enemies with my father's mafia, if you didn't notice."

Miya ignored my words and babbled on about Blake and me. Derek stayed silent but snickered a few times at my annoyed face.

"Miya! I don't like Blake. I'm just sad I have to go home tonight and face my stupid biologicals." I sighed.

Miya frowned at me. "Ugh. Fine. I was kind of hoping for that ship to sail, but .. whatever. You can crash at ours tonight, right Derek?"

Derek nodded enthusiastically as he finished tending to my last cut. I sighed again.

"I dunno guys.." I muttered.

"Please please pretty please!! It'll be so fun!" Miya pouted.

Derek nodded and clasped his hands together, also pouting. It was not a pretty sight.

"Okay okay fine! Jeez, just stop making that face." I grumbled and the two of them squealed like dying pigs.

I put my mask back on and we went through the back door. As we walked up to the car, though, I saw that there was somebody leaning on it, smoking a cigarette. We walked closer and I got a more clear view of him.

Nicolas.

I sighed and he looked up, putting out his cigarette and walking over to us.

He looked me up and down, anger swiveling in his eyes but it wasn't directed at me. "Good fight." He put out his hand for me to shake.

I looked at it for second and looked back at his face. His expression was blank but he almost looked...hopeful..?

I huffed and slapped his hand away, walking past him and getting in the car. I could hear Derek apologizing to him profusely and Miya laughing her ass off before they joined me in the car, and we drove off.

Derek gave me a whole lecture about how I should be respectful and nice especially after I beat the guy's ass. Me and Miya grew tired of his speech so Miya connected the aux to her phone and played Chase Atlantic - ALEYUH.

We sang along to the songs loudly, and Derek eventually joined in. It was like this through the next few songs (J. Cole - Deja Vu, Neighbors, No Role Modelz, Chase Atlantic - Swim, Drugs & Money, CHXSE, and a shit ton more) until we reached their manor.

Through the night, we watched movies and ate snacks and joked around about stupid shit. The halls of the mansion filled with our laughter, and I forgot about Nicolas Ricci for a while. But he eventually made his way back into my mind as we drifted off to sleep at 3:37A.M., Derek and Miya cuddling into my sides and my eyes drooping with sleepiness.

Why did I feel so bad.. about winning? Was Miya right?

Could I really have feelings for this guy I haven't ever even talked to? This guy who's ass I best tonight? This guy who's supposed to be my enemy, this guy who I'm supposed to hate? __________________________________Word Count: 1505

IK THIS CHAPTER WASNT AS GOOD AS YOU ALL HOPED 🥲🥲 but I'm not good with fight scenes and I rushed thru it cuz like.. I got shi to do

I DIDNT edit it so avoid grammar and spelling mistakes 🤠

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