Wench With Wings Read Free

don’t find her.’ ‘Sign up, attend and if she thinks your worthy she’ll let you know.’ ‘Nobody talks of it out loud, not the fights, not when they will happen and ce rtainly not to her about it. 'The women are completely bad ass, like ass kicking bad ass. She teaches only chic’s to fight. The girls fight the guys also so if you get in the ring with a girl which will be the first you’ll have to fight to move up the line. At first you won’t want to swing, but don’t hesitate long they will take advantage and kick your ass worse for it, they will demand your respect. Pity does not for them.
    ’ Bad ass fighting girls, a phantom chic that sounds more bad ass than he ever thought possible. What more could he ask for. This place fit him well. Yup, this was the school for him. This was defiantly the place he wanted and needed to be at to become the man he couldn’t wait to be. He was no longer the ‘dirt bag.' He could fight, he could get tats by a bad ass sounding women and most importantly, he could succeed with one of the best art schools to back him.
     
     
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    Chapter One:
    And The Story Begins
     
    A week in and to his relief, he finally figured out where to get a tat and by the goddess, he was hard just watching. Three beautiful women stood in front of him half naked, guns in hand, giving tats to three boys that squirmed. ‘Oh! They were in for a treat with him,’ he thought. His need for pain was more so overwhelming than the need to release himself with meaningless sex even though it’s been a week. He took a deep breath to settle his groin down because one of these women were the one he needed. He needed that fight and more so he wanted just that girl that would give it to him. He looked between the three chic’s that were a straggling array in front of him. Just by the way they looked he couldn’t determine which one it was he needed to meet but he had to be sure, he had to get it right the first approach, it had to be her and no other. There was no room for a mistake at this point. He would have to single her out right up front, it would show his strength of character to her. He thanked whatever goddess that was looking down on him because she sent all three women to greet him. He knew it would be the look in her eyes that gave her away, she had to mirror what the look in his eyes where; deeply scorn, courageous and not so much lost just searching for the new perfect victim their venom would paralyze. He looked into each of their eyes down the row than back again. It had to be the one in the middle. Not only was there a different kind of look in her eyes but it seemed fit that her so called body guards or lap dogs would bring up her flanks. He moved back to her eyes and he swore he saw a twinkle of delight.
    She cocked her head so slightly no one could have possible noticed, not even him. She saw something deep in his look that intrigued her like no other has and she quickly changed her stance to more of a defensive one; one she never used. “You’ve stared long enough. Did you get your fill or would you like me to pour it out after I kick your snarky confidence down a notch .”
    He smirked because he knew, somehow that it would irk her and he wanted to push her as close to the edge as he could ‘ because that’s where he wanted her. It’s where she had him; right on the verge of grabbing a hold of her and plummeting to his death
    “Wow! The shmuck can smirk, everyone! Could we get a round of applause for the scared weenie trying to act all tuff?” No one laughed, didn’t even crack the smallest of smiles, but they did all give a couple claps.
    “Impressive . I’ve never seen a joke so entertaining that no one believed good enough to at least fake a smile. But hey, I could show you just what it means to be entertaining.” His flirtatious voice dripped of no sarcasm in the slightest and the genuine smile that reached his stone colored grey eyes light up sun touched at