Oops, Wrong Girl to Bully Chapter 71

Robert’s POV

I watched the redhead drop her opponent like a sack of bricks. Clean knockout. The crowd went wild, but I just leaned back against the wall, studying her. Been running this place for years now—you learn to spot trouble before it walks through the door.

This woman? She wasn't trouble. Not yet, anyway.

Three of my guys pushed through the crowd toward me. Jimmy reached me first, wiping sweat off his forehead.

"Boss, you seeing this shit?" he asked.

I didn't answer. Just kept my eyes on the ring while the redhead raised her fists in victory.

"Who is she?" I asked.

Jimmy shrugged. "No fucking clue where this chick came from, but she's been tearing through opponents since she got here. Hasn't lost a single match. Pretty sure she's not with Meadow Pack though."

Eric stepped up beside him. "Never heard of her before tonight. But she doesn't look like she's here to cause problems."

I nodded, processing. As long as she wasn't here to fuck with my business, she could stay. Hell, she was good for revenue—people loved watching her fight.

"Keep an eye on her," I said. "Long as she's not starting shit, we're good."

The guys nodded and melted back into the crowd. I relaxed a little, then remembered something.

Aria.

She'd said something earlier about meeting someone here tonight. I turned to where she'd been standing.

"Hey Aria, who'd you say you were meeting here again? Who was it—"

Empty space.

My stomach dropped. I scanned the crowd, head whipping left and right. Where the fuck did she go?

Then someone in the crowd started shouting.

I looked up at the ring.

The redhead was still there, but she wasn't alone anymore. Another figure stood across from her.

My blood ran cold.

Aria.

"What the fuck—" I breathed.

When did she get up there? How did I not see her climb into that ring?

Before I could move, Aria struck. One hit. Two. Three precise blows that made the redhead stumble backward. Then a final strike that sent the undefeated fighter crashing to the mat.

The crowd erupted.

I just stood there, frozen.

"Boss—" Jimmy grabbed my arm. "Boss, is that—"

"Holy shit!" Eric yelled. "That girl just took her down! That woman won like twenty fights in a row!"

"Twenty straight," another guy said, pushing forward. "That girl just dropped her like it was fucking nothing."

"Boss, where the hell did you find this girl?" Jimmy asked, eyes still glued to the ring.

All of them were staring—necks craned, eyes wide, voices overlapping with questions I couldn't answer.

I'd seen what Aria could do before. Knew she had skills. But this?

This was something else entirely.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. Slowly, I straightened up and looked at my guys.

"She's my niece," I said.

Their jaws dropped even further.

Jesus Christ, Aria, I thought. What the hell are you?

Angelina’s POV

The crowd's roar hit me the second I stepped onto the platform. I rolled my shoulders. Still getting used to being an Omega.

Across from me, the woman dropped into her fighting stance. Left side heavy, just like always.

"Ready when you are, sweetheart," she called out, voice mocking.

I didn't answer. Just watched her feet.

The crowd pressed closer to the cage. Money changed hands. Someone yelled about odds.

I moved first.

My leg snapped up toward her stomach—fast, direct. She saw it coming and dropped her arms to block.

Gotcha.

I pulled the kick back mid-swing and launched myself up. The world tilted as I spun over her head. Platform lights, screaming faces, her shocked expression—then I landed behind her.

My hand found the back of her neck. Fingers pressed against the vertebrae junction. One twist and it would be over.

I held the position for three seconds. Long enough for her to understand.

"You're still as easy to fool as ever, Kingfisher," I said.

She went completely still. Her entire body locked up like she'd been hit with a paralytic. The color drained from her face.

"Lina?" The name came out barely above a whisper, cracked and disbelieving.

"Yeah." I let go and stepped back. "Let's talk off the platform."

I vaulted over the ropes. Kingfisher followed.

The crowd started yelling.

"Wait, they're leaving?"

"What the hell? No blood yet!"

"Come back! We paid good money!"

Their voices faded as we moved through the back corridors. Too fast for the humans to track.

We didn't stop until we reached the alley outside.

Rain misted down around us. A broken streetlight flickered overhead, casting weird shadows on the wet pavement.

Kingfisher stared at me. I stared back.

Neither of us spoke for a long moment.

A car alarm went off somewhere down the block. Still, we didn't talk.

Finally, she broke the silence. "What happened to you? Everyone said you were dead."

Dead. Yeah. I remember the gunshots. The blood. The fade to black.

"Let's just say I got a second chance," I said. "Bit of a downgrade in the body department, but hey—clean slate."

She studied my face. I watched her eyes narrow, then widen as she pieced it together.

"So the legendary Alpha King is now what, a high school Omega?" She laughed and ran a hand through her red hair. "That's either cosmic justice or the universe's idea of a sick joke."

"So are you jealous?" I asked.