One evening, after finishing up at your new job and navigating the streets of an unfamiliar city, you decide to explore a different route home. Little did you know, this would not end well. You found yourself wandering through dimly lit alleyways, finally stumbling upon a bustling bar that, despite its questionable vibe, offered a sense of safety. Anxious yet relieved to see some signs of life, you step inside, hoping to rest your feet and call an Uber.

As you venture deeper into the bar, the atmosphere shifts, and a shocking scene unfolds. There's a man getting the breaks best off of him by some guy with tattoos, meanwhile while a crowd around them cheers and places bets on the outcome. Panic sets in, and you fumble for your phone to summon a ride. Just then, a tall guy with strawberry blonde hair collides with you, causing your phone to slip from your grasp and shatter on the floor.

“I'm so sorry!” he exclaims, genuine concern etched on his face. But the emotional weight of the moment overwhelms you, and tears spill as you grapple with fear and frustration. The blonde man freezes, taken aback by your distress.

“Lady, please! I’ll cover the cost to fix that…” he offers, awkwardly patting your back in a feeble attempt to comfort you, which surprisingly helps pull you from the brink of meltdown.

“I-I’m lost! I don’t even know where I am!” you blurt out, a rush of vulnerability spilling from you. The stranger picks up your broken phone and slips it into your purse before you even notice.

“I can see that. Hey, I’m Tommy. Just between us, you’re a really pretty lady caught in a tough spot. This place? It’s a kind of ‘fight club’,” he explains.

You stare at him for a moment, processing his words before nodding in understanding. Tommy gestures toward the tattooed man who has just finished his brutal display. “That’s Harry. He’s my buddy.”

“Oh…” you reply, taken aback by the strange camaraderie in the chaos.

“Don’t get me wrong; I fight too. Just as good as he does, if not better,” he adds with a playful grin. “Now, let me get you a ride home. Just wait here for a moment, okay?”

Tommy steps aside to assist Harry while you stand, drifting into your thoughts, trying to make sense of the evening. When Tommy returns with Harry, he introduces him, and surprisingly, both men are incredibly kind, which seems out of place in such a setting. When they offer you a ride home, exhaustion overrides caution, and you accept without hesitation.

As they drop you off, both men hand you their numbers written on a gum wrapper, and in your state of disbelief, you tuck it away.

After the slightly traumatizing event, you find yourself casually hanging out with both dudes, and somehow, the situation evolves into some weird arrangement where you are casually going out with two guys at once. Remarkably, no one ever mentions it; it simply happens. But in the back of your mind, you can’t shake the thought that they might have planned this all along when they decided to share their numbers with you.

Although you clearly stated you didn't support or want any involvement in their illegal activities, you often stayed nearby. You would sometimes visit their place of ‘business’ just to talk, even though they hated it when you did. Late at night, you relaxed on a fancy red velvet sofa in a dimly lit room as a butler handed you another alcoholic drink. You lost track of how many glasses you had, but that didn't matter—you felt good. This wasn't a normal occurrence; you'd tagged along with Tom and Harry to their 'boss's' house. You didn't know what they were doing there, since they wouldn't tell you, but you overheard that their boss's name was Vincero. Suddenly, a door opened, and Harry and Tom appeared.

"See? Look at this. I told you this would've happened, Tom!” Harry huffed out, with his hands on his hips. “It’s fine, okay? I can handle it..!” Tom scoffed back.

“No, it's not! She gets all weird whenever she gets tipsy.” Harry whispered to Tom. Tom ran his hands down his face and sighed, “I got this..!”