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with a smirk. “If you think you can do better, by all means,” Matt says, gesturing to me and getting off the mat. “Alright baby girl, let’s see what you got.” He comes and takes Matt’s place and I find myself smiling. He has no idea what he’s getting himself into. We start the round and, as I suspected, Cade lunges straight at me so that we land with me on my back and him on top of me but he doesn't have any kind of effective control on me so I flip him to the side and spin myself so I can lock onto his leg with my legs and stick him in an ankle lock. He only struggles for a few seconds before tapping out because those hurt like hell.

“Are you, Percival? A bad person?” I sighed in defeat. “Fine. Don’t blame me or put me back in jail if I plan on stealing your collections or your gun, then run away.” He chuckled. “Yeah, I’m not worried about that. First of all, call me Keith. Second, I don’t have collections, and third, you can steal my gun, but I doubt if you even know how to carry this,” he says, pointing at his pistol still tucked in the holster of his belt. I shrugged. “I watched Wild Wild West movie.”

Kind of like a hazel, but they had more color to them. His dark-chocolate brown hair was parted and arched at the top, like one of those f-boy hairstyles. He wasn't an f-boy, though. He just liked the style. But a lot of girls thought he was cute and had total crushes on him. I was surprised he was still single. He was funny, nice, smart, and good-looking.

Yoursa replied, stubbornly refusing her Daddy and Mommy's wishes. Alaric could only sigh, his youngest sister was more stubborn than her twin Joanna. Hard to persuade. "Then, why are you upset with your bodyguard?" Alaric asked, changing the subject.

"I detest people walking out on me." She tisked, relaxing comfortably in her seat. "You'll have to get used to it, il mio cattivo. It's a perchant of mine." He raised a brow. "My nickname for you." Her lips curled up, "My bad guy." He rolled his eyes but said nothing else. "So tell me" She waved off the waiter, "Who is Domenico de Cerintti?" "Answer it for yourself." "I don't know which is why I ask you."

🏤High School Badass💄 (🥀 SUGA HIGH 🥀) By Happy writes ❤️ CHAPTER 1 ❤️ Mum do you really have to do this, Jeanne said as she made way to her mother's room, I said I'm not getting transfered. You have to, after all the troubles you made in your school, do you know what I had to go through?, do you know how much I begged those people because of your troubles?, Julia her mother yelled angrily.

he said "hmm, so you are saying you are a bad person, a badboy'' I smiled "Yeah I am a badboy and that makes you a bad girl with you by my side" ''so you are saying I am the badboy's bad girl right?" "no wrong" he grab my chin forward "you are beautiful like a doll, feisty and strong so I'd say you are The Badboy's baby doll" he stated darkly with a smirk.

Alex retorted bravely. See? He called his boss an old man even though he was not even 60 years old. No one would dare to do that but Alex. "You bastard! You can't just act like you're a top assassin, huh?" said Ernest, the hitman's boss. Alex rolled his eyes lazily, making no sound. "I don't want to know! You can't miss any more checks. You have to come to the base right now, don't make me angry!" Ernest continued.

“If they told you to find a nice guy who wears a suit to work and earns an honest living?” Someone who hadn’t killed a hundred people. Someone who didn’t tattoo his arms to hide his track marks. Someone who wasn’t out all hours of the night because that’s when the criminals roamed. Someone who didn’t have twenty guns on display in the back of his closet. Bastien was the textbook definition of a bad boy, the guy who would make any mother scream, but I was in this for the long haul. “No.” That handsome smile spread over his lips, making him so damn attractive. “Alright, then.”

Bastard! . .