Chapter ELEVEN: We Fight For Your Man

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Three days after....

Riun took me to the tattoo shop they go to and let me get some tattoos.

I got three. One on both of my shoulders and one on my left at the top of my chest.

 One on both of my shoulders and one on my left at the top of my chest

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I think they were beautiful!

"I thought you said three." He says as we get in his car.

"I did."

I move my shirt and show him the other one.

He reads it then smiles.

"I love you, baby." He kisses me and starts the car.

"Today, I hired some body . One of my old friends to train you... for fights."

"Fighting? Riun I already know how to fight." I laugh.

"Oh so if I fight you... you'll know?"

I look at him.
"You ain't that hard to beat, Riun."

"Girl, please. Don't be mad when I beat ya ass now." I just make a dry laugh and look away.

After we got to house and took an elevator I never noticed and it took us up to floor 4 which I also never noticed.

"I just added this so that's why." He states.

"Oh." I say.

The doors open and I see a girl sitting there with her phone in her face.

"Riun.." I look at him and he just smiles.

"Come on." I looked around and this was the new training space.
It had some doors and then there was some equipment, like gloves, face masks and stuff.

"Aye bïtch." Riun says to the girl and she looks up.

"Aye dick." She looks at me and smiles.

"Well hello."
I look away from her.

"So do you wanna fight or just stand there?" She gets up and puts her phone on the table before taking off her jacket.

"So this is how it's going to work. We fight and who every wins... gets Riun." I started laughing.

"You can't just steal my man!" I say and she just smiles.

"You ready?"

"Hold up, dumbass. She gotta practice first." Riun says.

"Ugh fine." She goes back to her chair and gets back on her phone.

"Don't mind her she has a boyfriend anyways." He whispers.
"Just tryna scare you."

"She don't scare me." I say.

"Alright so since you already know how to fight, how about practicing with me?" He takes off his shirt and his pants only leaving him in his white joggers he had underneath.

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⏰ Last updated: May 09, 2017 ⏰

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