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Chapter 19 (Lou-Lou)
I adjust my ring girl uniform and apply more concealer under my eyes.
Not only have I been avoiding Ricardo because he showed his true colors to me the other day with his hurtful comments. I also haven't slept at Ricardo's for the past three nights...which means I really haven't slept at all.
And right now? It shows.
I stare at the choker in the mirror and fight the urge to give DeLuca the finger.
I hate this fucking thing.
I hate it so much that if a genie appeared and offered me three wishes for my birthday tonight...I'd use all three of them to wish for an hour of freedom without these godforsaken things.
I stifle a yawn and Luke gives me a look. “Long night?”
I nod because I don't feel like talking to him. I don't even know why he's in the dressing room with me right now anyway.
On the bright side, he can't try anything because DeLuca will see it.
He opens the door and gestures for me to get a move on.
“Scarlet's already in the hallway waiting to go in the cage. I told you before, it's a special fight night. We need both of you on stage at the same time tonight.”
I roll my eyes because this entire thing is so fucking stupid. There's no reason why two girls need to be in the cage holding cards at the same time.
Luke's only doing this because the turnout tonight is huge and he thinks two ring girls in the cage will bring even more people in the next time.
Apparently, DeLuca agrees.
I want to tell Luke that he's nothing but a lackey for a mob boss...not an aspiring business entrepreneur but I bite my tongue.
Instead, I down the rest of my energy drink and walk past him.
I glance at my watch and sigh. I wish Jackson's fight was over and I could go home.
Instead, I have another 5 minutes left before it even starts.
Scarlet's yakking away on her cell phone talking a mile a minute when I reach the hallway.
Yup, what a great birthday this has turned out to be.
Then again, I've never had a great birthday in my life. Why should this one be any different?
I lean against the wall and rub my temples. This bitch is really giving me a headache.
I'm about to tell her to shut up before I ram her cell phone where the sun doesn't shine but then she says something that causes my ears to tune into her conversation.
“Don't get me wrong, girl. Ricardo's hot as hell.” She laughs. “I know right? And don't even get me started on the way he works that cock piercing of his...or the things he can do with his magic tongue...”
Jealousy burns through me like wildfire and I clench my fists. This bitch is go But then I have to stop myself...DeLuca's watching me. And listening. I close my eyes and try hard to look disinterested in her conversation. “One minute, ladies!” Luke shouts from somewhere far away. I'm eagerly waiting for Scarlet to get off her phone...but nope, she keeps at it. “Anyway, Ricardo is just a means to get closer to what I really want.” She giggles and the tiny hairs on my arms stand up. “Rumor has it he's close to Bruno DeLuca. Now, that man has more money and power than god. He's the big fish I'm really after. And if I play my cards right and keep playing the shit out of Ricardo like I have been...I'll reel DeLuca in and he'll be all mine.” Oh, hell no. The a She starts walking out to the cage and I'm right behind her...with smoke coming out of my ears. I'm so mad, I'm not even seeing red. I'm seeing black. And right now? I don't give a fuck about DeLuca watching me. How dare she use Ricardo like this. She enters the cage and waves to the crowd but I grab her by her stupid red hair and throw her down. I'm pretty sure the crowd lets out a collective gasp but I don't care. “What the fuck are you doing, you ugly midget whore?” she shouts while standing back up. “Shut up, Raggedy A She staggers for a bit, then she bares her teeth and snarls. I'm so fucking ready. I've been ready to take this bitch down. She lunges at me and although she's much bigger than I am...I'm one heck of a scrappy fighter. I bring my elbow up and get her in between the ribs. I hear her breath leave her in one big whoosh and the crowd goes wild. I'm not done with her yet, though. Far from it. She pushes me before pulling me back and punching me square in the eye. Then she gives me a smirk. “Take that, slut.” Little does she know she only made the fire inside me burn brighter. I attack her with everything I have. Punches, kicks, hell I even headbutt her. She takes a step back before falling down completely. I don't waste the opportunity to finish her off. I climb right on top of her and unleash hell. I have so much anger and resentment brewing inside, it feels good to have an outlet for it. The crowd's cheers are insane and I'm relishing every single second of it. Until I feel someone yanking me off of her. I start kicking and twisting myself trying to get out of whatever pair of arms I'm currently in. “Damn, girl. You really put a hurtin' on her. You one of us now?” someone says in a southern twang. Since I have one eye out of commission, things are a little hazy. I tilt my head and realize it's Tyrone holding me back. However, the fights not drained out of me yet. “Christ,” Jackson mutters before helping Scarlet up. There's blood dripping down her face, staining her uniform, and collecting in a pool at her feet. She looks at me and I give her a big ol' 'fuck you' smile. She tries to take a step toward me but Jackson holds her back. “Let her go, Jackson,” I say. She tries again to get out of Jackson's grasp and I start twisting and contorting myself out of Tyrone's. I have so much anger pulsing through me Tyrone's hold on me is slipping. The bitch bares her teeth again. “Just wait til I get my hands back on you, midget whore.” I fucking lose it. “Yeah? Well, come at me, Opie!” One arm breaks free from Tyrone's hold and I start swinging in her direction with it. Jackson pulls her back even further and the mob doctor enters the cage. I notice Ricardo walking out right behind him. And he looks pissed. “Your little whore stole millions of dollars worth of jewelry from my bambina, Ricardo. And she gave her a goddamn black eye,” DeLuca's voice sneers over the loudspeaker. “It's not Scarlet's fault,” Ricardo snaps. “Black eye? You should see what your bambina did to her! Scarlet was attacked. You know, just like she attacked your poor maid that day. Her jealousy over you is out of control.” He pauses. “And it's your girlfriend's own fault that her jewelry is gone. She was throwing punches and kicks like a lunatic. It most likely fell off during the fight. You don't know for sure that it was Scarlet who stole it. It could have been anyone.”
