Novel & Cerita Rules Of A Side Chick

“It wasn’t a murder. It was a message.” I hold up the card. “Consider it received.” The stare at me, waiting to hear what comes next. “You’ve been waiting for me to pick a side,” I say. “I pick our side. I’m not asking for the chair. I’m taking it. You don’t want to sit at my table, get up and find the door. But if you stay, you follow my rules they way you always have.” I lay them out like laws written under an eclipse. No freelancing. No side deals with Sicily. Every hand on our children is a hand I cut off at the wrist. Blood will be paid for in blood, but only when I say how and where.

She throws a left kick, and I jump sideways, her foot nearly colliding with my face. Side stepping her kick, I grapple her to the floor. She fights for side control, but I don't give up. I keep my legs closed together so she can't get inbetween them, and I keep my head tucked next to her neck. Ding Ding ding. The bells goes off, declaring round one over. Getting off of Kiki, she shoves me hard. Bitting my mouth gurard I shove her back, and the crowd goes crazy at the hotility.

I know she can; she's just choosing not to. The man pummels her a few more times, sending her flying to the corner of the mat. Her body ricochets off the side of the ring, crashing down on the ground. "Sh*t! Firecracker!" I scream out, placing my phone in my pocket quickly as I rush to her corner. Unfortunately, I don't have the power to stop the fight. I wish I did. But the only rule of underground fighting is that others can't get involved. The only way to end a fight is to win. Only contenders can stop a fight. They're allowed to admit defeat. But no one can do it for them.

"They ran a company. Died young, left her loaded. She can't touch a dime till twenty-five. She's just working there now, 'training.' Pretty big deal—might hit a few hundred mil soon." Jake sounded unsure. "But it's her money. Can you actually take it?" Felicity scoffed. "Of course. We signed a joint will forever ago. Whoever dies first, the other gets everything. No family, no kids—it's all mine. I didn't stick around all these years for nothing. "Once I've got the company, I'll bring you in. Play it smart, and when I hit twenty-five, you're CEO." Jake grinned. "You're incredible. Being with you is the best thing that ever happened to me."

“Yeah, save us with your intelligence. Don’t let us fail this quiz.” I grinned at both of them. “Only if I can, haha.” They knew me too well. Cheating? Not in my vocabulary. Any kind of cheating was absolutely off-limits. “Number one…” Mr. Landers began, and I immediately stopped smiling. Focus, Reign. You need to ace this quiz. Serious mode activated. “Reign, save us! Please, have mercy on us!” Chris whispered dramatically, hands raised in mock pleading. I gestured sharply at him to be quiet. He pouted immediately. Nice try, Chris. Your pleading face will not work on me today.

Amara felt concerned at his pained expression, but she forced herself to press on. There are rules and regulations you both must follow, she said. Leaning forward slightly, Darius tilted his head, his curiosity piqued. What are these rules? Rule number one: no fighting. The one who initiates a fight will lose twenty points, she stated firmly, her gaze flicking between the two men. Rule number two: you are not allowed to announce me as your woman until the contest is over. If you win, then you can make it public. Darius’s lips twitched as though he wanted to challenge the rule, but he stayed silent.

I was happy to hear Cindy voice her opinion in concert with us. Nicole still refused. Rebecca then pointed out that she now had to face a consequence. The four of us then briefly discussed what she should have to do. Alicia then stated, "You have to edge yourself until your next turn." As the rest of us agreed, Rebecca then specified, "You can keep your pants on, but you have to masturbate until your next turn without bringing yourself to orgasm." Nicole sputtered, but surprisingly Nancy nudged her and declared, "We all agreed to the rules, Nickie. It'll be ok. Just close your eyes and we won't make it weird."

But I’ll see soon enough. Ilkay steps forward, voice carrying the weight of a big brother. “Rules.” Great. I’ve already broken mine. Let’s hear theirs. “You win,” he says, “you get the girl.” I like that rule. A lot. I say nothing. “If you dunk us, we won’t stand in your way.” My face falls before I can stop it. That’s damn near impossible — and they know it. Jackson’s perfect teeth show in a slow, wolfish grin, like he’s savoring the look on my face.

“People do it. It’s not impossible. It won’t be easy, though. I’m guessing we’d need some ground rules to make sure everyone knows where they stand.” Her head tilts, curious and skeptical. “Rules? Like what?” Ah, hell. I’m not a relationship counselor. Sighing, I rub my face, trying to think this through without sounding like a complete idiot. “Okay, let’s say you and Caleb get into a fight. The rule would be, I don’t take sides, and neither of you drag me into it. It’s between you two unless it’s a serious situation where someone’s clearly in the wrong, or, you know, if things get out of hand. But for regular arguments, I stay out of it. Same goes for him if you and I argue.”

The singer was an exception as she had her left hand on her waist, beckoning at the audience with the other while wearing a provocative smile. The audience applauded their performance as the troupe left the field unhurriedly. Not long after that, Ms Charlotte returned to the platform and expressed gratitude to the troupe for their amazing performance. “The fun’s about to begin. The rules of the matches today are simple. No cheating! No shifting! No killing! Injuries can be featured. Supports cannot give anything other than water, first aid and a towel. Fighters cannot use weapons nor wear footgear. No trying to amputate body parts. Either fighter of the same pack can take over the moment the