She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

148 New World

Scarlett's POV

What does this question tell at all?

"Well, yeah. She is a party girl," I shrug, hesitating because I don't see this answer helping, "Damon knows about that. She doesn't need to hide from him if she is just-"

There are several bars on this street AND in the nearby streets. It's not helping us narrow down the range.

"Yep, that makes sense," Lucas nods, stopping the car when we are still far from the library, "The bars would be my bet if we didn't follow our new friends here. BUT, Damian Vanderbilt sees her as his pet, meaning they are close, so he wouldn't be finding it an interesting place for her to be if she's in any of them. Luckily, you are here with me instead of Adrian-"

He gets out of the car and I hurriedly follow him. No one is allowed to stop in the middle of a story and just up and leave! This is definitely his revenge on my complaints about his driving skills...He locks the car with the key as he walks up to a wooden door that looks so ordinary that I barely noticed it before.

"What's in here?"

"Behind this door, is one of the biggest underground cage fight clubs in the city."

Cage...fight?

"You mean the underground fighting sort of thing?" I murmur, unable to comprehend the idea. I mean, sure, Lilith can fight guys like Gabriel, but...a cage fight?

"I mean the sort of place with fast, big money," Lucas knocks on the door, glancing at me, "know if your friend in any need like that?"

Not really. Too much has been happening since we got back into contact.

Someone slid open the little window on the door, and then a pair of vigilant eyes appeared behind it: Code?"

"Yeah, we don't have that," Lucas leans in with a polite smile, "You ever served, bro?"

The vigilant eyes pause, observing Lucas carefully: "You are a veteran?"

"Afghanistan,"

"

The door opens, and the guy inside the door is as tall as Lucas if not more. His bulky muscles hid under a tight suit.

"Iraq, bro."

They talk like in code, real ones.

They grab hands in the posture of a wrist wrestle, as if knowing each other for years. It's actually nice to see people trusting each other because of a shared feeling of belonging. Their world is so simple yet so -mysterious at the same time. "And you are...?" The guy asks me.

148 New World

I don't know what identification I can provide. A housewife? An orphan? I feel like I'm nothing in their world.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"She's a friend," Lucas walks in first, "I'm taking her for a tour of the real world."

"Ma'am," The guy touches his forehead with his fingertips. His eyes are powerful yet clean, now the shade of danger in there is gone. "Thanks," I nod at him.

It does feel like another world, if not a more "real" one. After we enter the door is a long, narrow stairs, leading to a dim hallway before it suddenly opens to a huge space like an underground parking lot. Except it's not cars along the walls, but stairs instead, surrounding a huge boxing ring in the middle.

I can't believe under our peaceful little streets are wild places like this, right under our feet!

The crowd is boiling crazy, all shouting at the boxing ring. Even the air is filled with excitement, apart from the smell of sweat and a faint rusty scent like...blood. I frown as I try to squeeze my way through, trying hard to not cover my nose with my hand. Lucas comes up and puts his arms around me, efficiently making a way for me.

"Know anyone up there?" Lucas leans close to my ear, basically shouting just so I could hear him. Following his eyes I look over. The stage is at a distance, but with it high above the crowd and all the spotlight focusing on it, I can clearly see the tough look on the two women in the two corners.

And the one closer to me is no one else but Lilith. My Lilith.

My stomach drops. I don't know if the nauseous feeling comes from the stuffy air, or the fact that Oliver Scott called her Damian's "pet".

"Do you see them?" I turn back and talk into Lucas's ear.

"Not yet, but from the look of them, they should be at the VIP spots, if any," Lucas glances around, "Say that you are happy I'm here instead of Adrian, and I'll find you your target, ma'am."

I burst into laughter at his obsession, and it suddenly dims my worry about Lilith and stress from this' new world". He really is good.