Secret Agent (from broken to badass)

Angelina's POV-

His eyes were flickering. I know he was scared. The confidence that he entered the ring with was gone, and it was just five minutes since the fight started. He was panting. He was closing the distance between us. I stood still and observed his every move. He suddenly came close and threw a right punch. I ducked and moved to the left. I turned around and kicked him in the stomach. He stumbled backward. I moved to my previous position being still and composed, but he was boiling with rage.

That's what I wanted because when you are angry, you make a wrong move.

He came over to me and threw a punch, but I held his wrist before it could touch my jaw. I twisted his wrist backward and kicked him in the back of his knees. I pushed him down; he fell on the ground on his fours. I moved to his side and kicked in his ribs. He flew to the other side.

He was trying to breathe, but I knew the effect of the kick by the cracking sound of his ribs. I didn't give him any chance to breathe. I circled his neck with one arm and pinned his arms with my legs. I pounded his face until he gave up by tapping on the floor. I released him and went to my corner. He was taken outside of the ring by his men.

A full dungeon filled with loud cheers.

'Wolf, Wolf, Wolf...'

Wolf is a nickname given by the fans here. I can resemble this title in my real life too.

"You were playing with that kid's ego," Bonzo, my manager, sort off, said.

"Yeah, yeah... It was funny, he knew who I was before he entered the cage and still got the guts to smirk at me." I said opening the water bottle and gulping a large amount of water in one go.

"You ready for college tomorrow." He said and I spit the whole water on his face, accidentally.

I coughed. He patted my back with one hand and wiped his face with another. I composed myself and looked around. No one was there. Obviously, it's past 1 in the night.

"It is tomorrow? I totally forgot about that." I said. I started walking outside of this old building.

The club has a common bathroom and it's not like it's not safe for a single girl to shower there, but I can never use that. It's not hygienic at all. Those dirty boys make a mess in there.

This place is on the outskirts of the city, so no one comes here for raids. It's safe here. Well, it's not safe for normal people, but again, no one normally comes here. I feel safe here. Fighting is the other thing to control my anger.

In the dungeon, we don't have rules and that's the best part. In these fights, you can use your own moves to win a fight. You just have to know how to fight and you have to be the best of the best to even enter here. Because it's a life-death match, most of the time.

I have been here for almost three years now and I'm on the top from my second fight onward.

Yeah, the 'second' fight. On my first, I was beaten to almost death and then thrown out of the building.

That was when I met Bonzo. He took me to his house and treated me, and taught me the rules, well, rule of no rules at all. He trained me, and after four months and with the victory in my second fight I never stepped down. Now he fixes my fights, and dates, and manages them according to my schedule.

We reached the parking area and sat in his car. I have a car but on my fight nights, he drives for me. If I got injured seriously in one of the fights, I could go with him. I refused him many times, but after so many similar incidents, I had to agree, otherwise, I couldn't get an entry in here.

I do have my reputation here but Bonzo can be very influential. He could easily ban me from entering the dungeon. He is the owner's best friend. That's why they let the only woman fight in the first place. It took lots of pleading from Bonzo to let them enter me.

He dropped me in front of my house. I got off and said bye. As I reached the door he shouted from his car. "If you want l, I can drive you to your college tomorrow."

"Fu*k off, you are making too much noise." I know he said that to irritate me. I hate the idea of going to college but I had no choice.

I entered the room, showered, and straight went to sleep. Not want to be late tomorrow and it's almost 2 am.

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Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Oh... Please shut up.

Beep...

Beep...

Beep...

I groaned onto my pillow and threw the pillow to stop that sound.

Crash....

That's what happens when you disturb my sleep.

When I look at the wall watch, my eyes go wide.

Holy shit.

It was 8:30 am and college will start by 9:00 am.

This is not good.

Just as I got off the bed, I got a call. I knew this was going to happen.

"Umm... Hello," I answered the call and went to the bathroom at the same time. I was sitting on the toilet seat as they said from the other side. "I hope that you are ready for today."

"Yeah, almost..." I replied as I was finishing my morning business.

"Then why do you sound like you are constipated?" he asked.

"I don't know... Maybe the network." I still sounded weird. "Okay, I am getting ready now, so bye." And without hearing a reply I cut the call. I did the remaining job. And get out of the bathroom to get ready for the day.

I wore a gray spaghetti-strap tank top with a black leather jacket and black jeans. I wore my high boots. I tied my hair in a bun on top of my head and was ready to leave, but there is still something left to do, which I always do before going out. I went up to my dressing table and took out the foundation pack. After putting it on, I went to the kitchen to eat something. I didn't have much time left so I just took a granola bar. I went out of the house and I locked the front door.

I opened my garage and took out my baby, my bike DUCATI V4S.

I love my bike. I do street racing too, just for fun, but no one can beat my baby.

Well, I rode on it to my college. It would take 30 minutes to get to college, according to Google MAP, but with my bike, it took me only 10 minutes and I was in front of my college.

I parked my bike in the parking lot, I could feel everyone's stares.

It has already started. Why don't people mind their own business? What's their problem?

I tried to ignore them. I put on my headphones and forgot about them. I was on my way to see the Dean, Mr. Mathew. But there was a lady sitting in front of his gate. She stopped me and asked for my name. I answered, Angelina Williams. She was beautiful and pregnant. I felt warm inside.

"Oh! Dean is waiting for you." She replied.

I know he must be. Mr. Mathew was trying to convince (force, practically speaking) me to start college and, especially because of him, I'm joining this college.

When I entered his office the first thing, I noticed was that he was not alone in the office. There was a boy. He was my age or maybe a year senior. The dean was talking to him. When he noticed my presence and turned to me.

"Oh, you are here?" Said the Dean.

"Hello, Mr. Mathew. And obviously, where else could I be other than here? You left me no choice." I let him know my annoyance.

"Don't talk like that. I know you didn't approve of coming to college, but getting a degree is also important for your future." He said.

"I don't disapprove, I hate it here. But you made him believe that it is best for me and he forced me to come here." I said furiously.

"Okay, okay. Now that you are already here, why not try to learn something new and make some friends? And that reminds me. He is Aden. He is the top-ranking student of the state and my nephew also. He will be guiding you through your starting days." Mr. Mathew introduced the guy who was sitting beside me.

"Hello, you can call me AD." He said extending his hand towards me. I looked at him suspiciously. He delinquently took his hand back.

"Why would I call you anyway? I don't need your guidance. I can manage myself perfectly." The last sentence was directed to the Dean.

"Don't be stubborn. I don't want you to get in trouble." He was worried.

"Sir, you forced me to come to your college and you hope for no trouble. You know right, that wherever I go trouble follows me. So please, don't get worried if you see police cars coming into your parking area every day. Okay, then, have a nice day." With that, I left the office. I heard him, that guy following me. I didn't say anything. He might be on his way.

"Maybe I don't know, whatever your deal with him is, or whoever you are, you should not talk to the Dean like that." He tried to lecture me.

"Yes, that's correct, you don't know and it does not concern you. So, mind your own business." Then I stopped and turned to him, "And listen, dude, don't take him seriously and follow me everywhere. I really don't want someone on my back continuously. So, back off when I am asking you politely." With that, I left that guy standing there.

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I was looking for my next hall, it was a criminal psychology class. All of my classes were decided by Mr. Mathew and him. I have three majors in psychology and a PE class two. In total, I have four subjects, and two classes each day. They say it will help me in my job.

The class was over. I was getting to the parking lot to get my bike when I saw a big crowd around my bike.

'Now what happened?'

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