Breaking The Don’s Code

Isabella's POV

"Tonight's main event, Darren "The Reaper" Williams facing off against Isabella Lorenzo" was announced throughout the club.

"Girl you got this. He ain't sh*t. Just some muscle bound jackass. All Brawn and no brains." Jasmine says in encouragement.

I'm bent over touching my toes. Trying to get that last stretch in.

"Hey sweet cheeks. Why don't you come over here and bend over for daddy." Some guy yells out. I roll my eyes and shake my head. Yeah, that right there is why Jaz keeps catching charges.

"Don't Jaz" I grabbed her arm and stopped her from going over to him. "It's not worth it. That stupid f*ck*r wouldn't know what to do if I backed all up on his sh*t." I smirked.

"Alright fighters, to the ring." Was announced.

Darren was already there. Standing in his corner.

Muscles, d*mn the muscles on him. He stands over 6 ft tall and his arms are bigger than my thighs, and I have some thick *ss thighs. We won't even talk about his d*mn legs, there as wide as my waste line, one leg. So he's walking on two of me. His head is shaved bald, his eyes ice blue. D*mn his eyes are hypnotic. They pull you right in. Come on bell, get it together. I tell myself as I pull myself up to the ring.

"Look boss, she can't even pull that s*xy little body up. F*ck! What is this little kitten doing in the lions den." A guy from Darren's corner screamed.

I turn around and face Jasmine "hush Jaz. Let it go. It's definitely not worth another charge." I roll my eyes and look back at the ring. I push the ropes down with my foot and step inside.

"D*mn she's cute. Can I take her home boss?" The same guy is still running his d*mn cocksuckers.

I get it. I am little. I'm 5 ft 2 in tall, long wavy brown hair, hazel eyes, weigh about 110 pounds. My boobs are only a C cup, but I'm fine with that. I train and work out a lot so my thighs are thick and I have a very tight stomach with a slight 4 pack. So yeah, I'm cute, but d*mn shut up already.

"Boss, don't hurt the kitten. She's way too cute." He says again. D*mn will he ever just shut the f*ck up.

"Fighters" the announcer motioned for us to be ready. Then the bell dinged. I didn't flinch.

I took a couple steps forward and got into stance. He took one huge *ss step and swung his right fist at me. I leaned back and he missed his mark.

He went for an uppercut, I dropped to the mat and swept his legs out from under him. I pounced back up. I knew it wouldn't be long for him to get up.

"D*mn you little b*tch." Darren says as he swings at my face with all the strength he has. I dodged to the right as I jumped and swung around to kick him in the cheek, knocking him back and off balance. I took advantage of that and dropped down, placed my hands on the mat and swung myself around sweeping his legs once again. He went down hard. He fell backwards, his head clipping the ropes.

While he was down, I put my hands on his thighs to flip myself onto his shoulders. I then rotated my legs, turning me around so I can put him in a headlock.

I kept applying pressure. Squeezed more and more. He hit at my arms trying to get me to loosen my hold.

I'm used to that. This isn't my first rodeo.

I held on tighter. He began to thrust his elbows into my ribs. One long agonizing hit after another. My ribs are screaming but I won't stop. I'm definitely gonna have a cracked rib after this.

I still held on. He starts to sway. Then he does it. He taps out. F*ck. Hell yeah. Finally. This f*ck*r wouldn't give up.

"Isabella Lorenzo is the winner by tap out." The announcer comes over and I let go of the hold. I jump backwards off his back. The announcer raises up my hand.

"Good job spider monkey." Darren says to me as he pats me on the shoulder. He shook his head and went to the corner his men are at.

I walked over to Jasmine and grinned.

"See I told you, all brawn, no brains. Good job Bella. I'm so proud of you." Jasmine says as she's jumping up and down then slams herself into me for a hug. "Ooof" I groaned as she slammed into my f*ck*d *p ribs.

"Ewe, does that hurt." She said as she pokes her finger into the bruises on my ribs.

"Really Jaz. Your something else." I shake my head at her as we make our way through the crowd.

"What now girl? Wanna go grab a drink? OMG!!! Let's go upstairs to Obsidian." She squeals in excitement as we collect my money.

We walk towards the door. "Hey kitten, can I buy you a drink?" He motions to the bar.

"We are leaving. Sorry, maybe next time." I say as I sidestep to go around him. He grabs my arm roughly and squeezes way too hard. "Look, I wasn't asking." I elbow him in the gut and stomp on his big *ss feet.

He lets go of my arm "You d*mn b*tch." He spat.

"Bella, hey girl. Is there a problem here Brad." Alex says as he walks up to us, looks at Brad and raises his brow.

"F*ck this crazy b*tch." Brad huffs as he storms off towards the bar.

"Thanks Alex. When did you get here." I ask as I raise my arms to give him a hug.

"Long enough to see you wasted no time taking that behemoth down and making him tap." He said with a big smirk.

"Would you two care for a drink before I take you home?" He points to the bar. I nod my head and he leads us to the bar, keeping a hold of my hand the entire way.

Draco's POV

"I'm I'm sorry Mmmr. Giordano. It it.." he stuttered as I was stalking towards him.

"Where's my shipment?" I growled as I twirled a knife between my fingers as it was a baton.

"I don't kkknnow whhhat yyyoour ta ta talking about d d don." He stuttered out as a smell hit me strongly.

"F*ck! Not again Draco. It seems you have a certain effect on people." Gino laughs out as he puts his hand over his face.

"What do I have to do? Buy a f*ck*ng supply of d*mn diapers for these grown *ss men. F*ck! You nasty f*ck, tell me where my shipment is. I won't ask again!" I spit out while I stopped directly in front of him. I'm breathing hard, my face red from anger, looking directly in his eyes.

"I told you. I don't know Don. I wouldn't mess with you. I don't know." He sobbed as tears rolled down his face and snot flying out his nose. This guy is an absolute mess.

"Jose, Jose, Jose. TSK TSK TSK" I shake my head and begin to twirl my knife