Pack Wars

-TITANIA-

The evening sky was unusually murky, with no night luminaries visible. A strong breeze blew, signaling that bad weather was on the way, but the people of Harrington were unconcerned as they crammed and made noise on the busy street.

Over a minute, I stormed out of my apartment in sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and sneakers, my hands tucked into the pockets of my hoodie. I joined the crowds and took the shortest route to work.

"Heck," I muttered under my erratic breathing, not in the mood to walk 'cause I needed to take my big bike to the mechanic earlier to fix some problems.

I could call a cab, but the drivers I'd previously encountered were either jerks or perverts, therefore, walking was a better option to avoid spilling blood on worthless people. That was my thought as I turned to an ally, unaware that three unfamiliar men were following me. They appeared on my side and dragged me into a dark, disgusting, and stinking nook when they saw an opportunity.

I was taken aback at first, but it wasn't the first time someone had made the mistake of victimizing me, so I quickly recovered. Rolling my eyes, I cursed to the back of my head, 'Fucking great! Do those scumbags think it's easy to scare me?'

Even if they're a gangster or whatever, their harsh manners would not affect a single hair on my body. I could also kick their asses without breaking a sweat if I wanted to, but that would be a waste of time.

Again, I had pressing matters to attend to, and I was uninterested in their drama. Nonetheless, I let them yank me away from the crowd, and I could feel their hands tightly pressing on my arms. It would almost certainly leave a bruise, but I chose to remain silent. It took a few more seconds for them to come to a halt and force me to kneel on the rough alley pavement.

When small rocks pinched and scraped my knees, a pissed grunt rolled out my mouth, "Stupid rascals!"

My jaw pulled taut as I fought the urge to grab their necks and break them. It was barely a scratch, so I let it slide 'cause I'd been through worse before. 'I'm not going to die from small cuts.'

Taking deep whiffs, I pinned those midget men with bored glares.

'What? Are they going to kill me?'

If I am not mistaken, I always noticed them in the old building where I had all my fights. 'They should have known that my middle name is 'Death'. They cannot frighten me.'

I noticed another creature moving from the shadows out of the corner of my eye. A short, rounded-faced man in a three-piece white suit emerged and walked into the small street lamp.

My brow furrowed.

Thomas Wyatt. He was rumored to be a mafia member and as luck would have it, one of the underground organizers.

'So he's the boss of those scamps.' My mouth slowly heaved up as curiosity nudged my gut. "What do you want?" I asked Thomas in a monotone voice, not showing any fear.

On the other hand, I was well aware of his personality. He was notorious for being ruthless and vicious toward other fighters who were involved in his illegal activities. He treated them like his dogs, not like humans. Thomas Wyatt is a monster, as evidenced by the fact that he stopped in front of me and, without saying hello or goodbye, his hand flew into the air and back-slapped me.

My head turned 45 degrees to the left, causing me to sneer in surprise. 'Hell! He's wearing a ring that scratched my cheek. It stung! '

Nonetheless, my brain was still intact, so I decided to test my patience even further. I shook my head, nailed my gaze at him, and muttered sarcastically, "That's so sweet of you, Mr. Wyatt." My eyes, which were painted with thick mascara and black eyeliners, stared at him with irritation. "Unfortunately, I'm a very busy woman, and I must inform you that I have a scheduled fight tonight, so please don't waste my time any further."

Thomas Wyatt's jaw twitched and his orifices squinted. He raised his hand to give orders to his men, and then something hard hit the side of my head.

When I was knocked to the ground, I let out a loud gasp. 'What the heck!' I groaned. 'Warm liquid dripped down the side of my face, and dots filled my vision. For a brief moment, I felt dizzy, but as soon as I recovered, my teeth ground, and my fist clenched.

'That's it! I'm tired of their nonsense! If they want to fight with me, let them! They had just awoken Titania Summer, the legendary monster, and I will make sure to teach them a lesson they will never forget! '

The blood rose to my head, turning everything red. In a wink, I was slamming my fists into Thomas Wyatt's men's faces and laughing like a lunatic.

As their blood tainted my hands, their muffled groans sent shivers up my spine.

'Pathetic wusses!

I kept knocking them down, enjoying the sound of their noses breaking and not caring if their boss was just a few feet away watching the scene. 'I told them I had an important task, didn't I?'

A cage fight awaited me at that point, and the prospect of dealing with a strong fighter gave me a new level of spasming pleasure. It's preferable to finish off Thomas Wyatt's men as soon as possible. I'd been looking forward to that bloody face-off for weeks, and I couldn't risk being late. My name would be on the line as the notorious monster in the underground fight.

My thoughts were so preoccupied that I didn't notice Thomas Wyatt was already behind me. I came to an abrupt halt when the cold mouth of his gun kissed the back of my head.

"Titania 'the monster' Summer, you owe me a hundred million dollars, bitch!"

I scowled at what I heard. "Owe you a hundred million dollars?"

Is he bullshiting me?

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Loud music was blasting throughout the crowded hall where the cage fight would take place. It was in the basement of an old building on Harrington's eastern outskirts.

Several people gathered around an improvised stage surrounded by octagon bars. Everyone was yelling and cursing, and they were all betting on the highlight match.

Suddenly, all of the lights went out, and the entire room fell silent. New rap music banged and filled the air before a bright spotlight was turned on.

When Titania Summer emerged from the right corner, everyone exclaimed and snapped their necks. She jogged to the stage and entered the cage while wearing a magnificent white fighting robe with hoods covering her face. A smirk tugged at her mouth as she removed the hoods, revealing her long black hair in small braids. She appeared tough and hardboiled, with earrings on her brows, nose, and lower lip.

Whistles and cusses blended with the loud music, and Titania felt even hotter than her surname. She was known as one of the underground fighters who had never been defeated. There has never been a loss. She would not back down, men or women.

She's a war junkie who seeks death. A ruthless devil.

"Monster! Monster!" her fans yelled, and they bet all their money on her once more. Some of her opponents, but Titania was certain that they would be disappointed.

She had no intention of losing. She had no choice but to win after learning how much money his former lover, who vanished without a trace, owed Thomas.

The mafia will kill her unless she pays them a hundred million dollars.

Titania exhaled deeply, raised her fists into the air, and roared, "Let's kick ass, bitches!"