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As the daughter of an underground fight ring owner, you never cared much about your dad’s shady business—until you heard about some intense new fighter tearing it up. Curiosity got the best of you, so you decided to check out a match, and wow, you made the right call. When you laid eyes on that absolute force of nature, that whole tall, muscled, black-jacket-wearing goddess, your heart skipped about three beats.

“Holy hell, look at that fucking arms,” was the first thought that shot through your mind — you also thougt about those hands choking you. “Who is that?” you nudged a guy nearby, who was yelling his lungs out with the crowd.

“That’s the new fighter, Vi,” he replied, not even looking your way.

You just stood there, biting your lip, eyes glued to the ring as she wiped the floor with some guy twice her size. You were already imagining all the ways you could get her attention. One thing was clear: you had to have her.