Becoming the Old Lady of My Ex's Mortal Enemy

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I pulled out my phone with its shattered screen and opene

our." Hitting send, I mounted my backup bike and roared toward that lawle

a wall of deafening heavy metal bass, chea

ng the filthy whistles, I walked straight to the darkest back roo

A man built like a raging bear sat in the ma

glowing in the dark. "You the dark web broker, Jagger Va

before he let out a low, mocking scoff. "Little girl, you want top-tier protecti

tom, oil-stained heavy wrench. With all my might, I

splinters flying. "With this!" I tilted my

Old Lady' title as a shield for one year, and in exchange, I will ha

less, defiant aura. A flash of intense admiration crossed his eyes

-meter-tall, scar-faced subordinate standing next to him. "Hear that? We found a

ly made perfect sense. Underground rumors said Jagger

interest in my smoking hot body. He was the

re to tell me who you really are?" He just blew out a puff of smoke.

stumbled in. One of them spotted me, let out a lewd whistle, and reached his

ed. He was a blur of black leather! "CRACK!" The

he same fluid motion, he kicked him to the floor. His heavy black

grotesque angle. The man didn't even glance at the trash rolling in agony. He coldly w

hey grabbed a filthy, ash-covered bar rag soaked in stale beer and viol

over his head. The sickening stench of garbage filled the air instantly

ged off his heavy leather cut-still warm from his body and rad

r, his deep voice carrying unquestionable, violent