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When they kicked my old spine injury, the pain nearly made me pass out. Afton walked over, crouched down, and spoke in a low voice. "I did it. So what? That old woman deserved to die. I'm making sure anyone who dares to protect you will never have a good end. Now, you're going to face Vivian's wrath next. Let's see who can protect you this time." I raised my head. My face was covered in blood, but I suddenly smiled. "Really?" As soon as I said that, the front door was kicked open hard.

I poured oil into the fire by reminding them, "Don't forget to replace our phones. You smashed both of them." Just then, Owen spoke, his eyes red. "I refuse to accept this. One exam proves nothing! If you have the nerve, compete against us in the national academic competition!" He screamed at us, "Anita, Connor, do you have the courage to bet against me? Put the guaranteed admission spots on the line!" Connor scoffed. "Bet against you? The spots already belong to us. Why would we wager them?" I laughed too. "Exactly. Why should we risk something that's already ours just to entertain you?"

She needs you. Nick opened the door and went into the warmth and light; he went to Mia. And this time, she fully let him in. **** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed following the individual and group stories of the new ‘Fighting For Love’ series characters. ‘Fighting Strong’ (Fighting For Love #2), the next book in the series, is Katie and Adam's story and it is available here on GoodNovel. I also invite you to check out my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

Uh, duh, because you have a double identity and your other identity is doing illegal shit, you dumbass. I nodded inwardly, touché. “Is it true? Do you really fight?” It was then that I realized I could actually get out of this situation. She wasn’t sure, it was a suspicion but not something that came with proof. I could deny the fact that I could fight and not be found out. But do you want to? What do you mean ‘do I want to?’ of course I want to. Admitting the fact that I can fight will inevitably lead to the fact that I do illegal street-fights which would not only endanger my freedom but also my parents’ reputation.

I couldn’t give up without a fight. As the tension in the room thickened, I felt a desperate resolve bubbling inside me. “I won’t be your pawn,” I declared, my voice steadying. “I’m going to fight back, and you’ll regret ever underestimating me.” Miranda’s laughter filled the room, a cruel sound that made my skin crawl. “Oh, darling, you’re cute. But remember, you’re chained to a chair. You can’t fight back when you’re helpless.”

"I know. But. We're not backing down. We can't." "Then be ready. For the fight of your life."

Not without a fight. 🩸

Emma doesn't hesitate. She fights.

I breathe slowly, letting the sound calm me. Tomorrow will be another day. Another battle. What exactly am I fighting?

The kind that doesn’t run. The kind that fights back.