*Picture of Lucca Santos^^....isn't he dreamy??*

"Not guilty." Judge Morgan sentenced.

Just as a look of satisfaction crossed Mr. Santos's face, a look of utter disbelief, hatred and defeat crossed my not so worthy opponent's face. I, on the other hand remained stoic and emotionless although, I was rejoicing on the inside. It was a given but a happy occasion nonetheless. One more victory to add to my hall of fame.

The opposition lawyer, Mr. Harrison, although was quite well endowed appearance wise, was a fucking idiot nonetheless. He wasn't even a challenge for me. Manipulating him and trapping him in his own words was far easier than I thought, even my eleven year old sister puts up a good fight.

The murder charge against Mr. Santos was a challenge for me but the evidence given was enough to help me through. Nothing that a good evidence and a confident voice can't win.

"Good job, Styles." Christopher's annoyingly smug voice comes from right behind me, much closer than I would like. I turned around to find the said bastard with an extremely cheesy grin etched on his face.

"What are you so smug about? Don't you go taking credit for this...this is all me. You don't have to be smug about my victory, Christopher, especially when you were busy fornicating in the Bahamas with your latest Barbie half the time." I snapped at him. He did not do anything other than flirt with the associates on my team, distracting them from the main task at hand whenever he was around.

"Oh come on, love. It is our team work that paid off." He patronized.

"You were not there for half the time and the other half you were busy trying to get Madison in your bed." I stated monotonously.

 Madison who was sitting right next to me turned beet red and excused herself immediately with a very sour looking Jeffrey following her. Both of us paid no heed to the departing duo.

"But I was there for moral support! And plus Madison is hot." He just wouldn't relent.

I was about to snap back at him when a deep, husky voice, the one that has been haunting my nights and filling my days for the past week, beat me to it.

"Come on, Chris. The woman worked quiet hard for this victory. Surprising as it may seem, the credit does go to tesoro. Complimenti, gattina." His grin was anything but sincere. On the contrary, it was mocking.

"That is Ms. Styles to you, Mr. Santos. I will appreciate if your chauvinist self will refrain from calling me names in some foreign language that I don't understand maintain professional decorum."

"I will choose to ignore that. Though I must say, I did not expect you to perform so... well. The only consolation I had throughout was that Chris would be around the time of trial if you mess up, but you never cease to amaze me, tesoro." His smile never faltered but anger flickered through his already darkened emeralds.

He looked dangerous. A beautiful disaster in making.

Suddenly Christopher's ring tone broke our stare down, alerting us of his presence which we both had conveniently forgotten, as impossible as it sounds. He looked at his screen and I saw his eyes widen in surprise and a gigantic smile spread across his features.

"I have to take this call, excuse me. It's Ms. Queen." The last part was directed to me. A ghost of smile crossed my face. Although she was one of our clients, she was also a dear friend to Christopher and me both.

As soon as Christopher left realization dawned on me, the courtroom was empty and the only person that was blocking my way to the exit was a chauvinist ass with an ego worse than Hitler himself.

"I'll also take my leave. I have got places to be and no time to waste on useless talks, Mr. Santos." I snapped at him, grabbing my bag and leaving when a body blocked me on my way out.

I only had so much patience, he better not make me lose it. Plus I had not been to the range in a while, maybe I should go there to let out some pent up frustration. Shoot some targets keeping in mind a certain Italian arrogant brute with no respect for others around him. Or maybe today I could go to the gym for a bit of boxing. 

Since Caley was away with Maddy's family on a one month vacation trip to Europe, I was home alone and could do whatever I wished to without worrying about going home to Caley. I was glad she was having her fun whilst I was stuck with two arrogant bastards for a whole week.

"Oh no, you don't. Not until I tell you, tesoro." The superciliousness in his voice was getting on my last nerve.

"Last time I checked, this is a free country, you pompous asshole."

"Ooh, big words, gattina. This nasty little mouth of yours could get you into serious trouble someday. Maybe I could put it to better use, yes?" He was reprimanding me like a child and just like that I lost the last strand of patience in me.

"Move. Out. Of. My. Way." I spoke through clenched teeth. My hands were fisted so tight that I could feel my knuckles turn white. This didn't escape his notice too.

"Hmmm...piccolo gattino è arrabbiato. What happened, tesoro?" his tone was the epitome of condescendence though it sounded like a seductive purr to my ears, an addiction to them. 

Stupid hormones!

He moved closer to me grabbing both of my wrists in his one hand and pinning them on my back, twisting my hand in a very unpleasant way. Soon he spun me around in such a way that my back was against his chest and my hands still in their place and very much hurting.

"You need listen to me, tesoro. And listen good." He deadpanned as his grip tightened on me.

But before he could say a word further I lifted my foot and brought my heel on his shoes, hard. As soon as his grip on my hands loosened I snatched them from his death grip and elbowed him in his abdomen causing him to buckle.

He just messed with the wrong chick.

"You, listen to me and listen good, dickward. Don't touch me, ever. Do that again and I will rip your hands out, trust me, don't test me on that cause I will." I snapped at him pushing his very surprised face out of my way and marching out of the building without a backward glance.

I didn't care. I didn't care that I was breaking the speed limit. I didn't care that was I heading the opposite direction of home where I should probably be heading for some much needed relaxation after such a hectic week. I just didn't care.

Why? Because I was fucking pissed.

Soon a very familiar narrow alley way came into sight. I had unconsciously driven to the place I had promised myself I will never enter again. But I was on edge and I just wanted to beat someone up without getting a lawsuit filed against me. I had come to a place I considered to be my safe haven three years ago.

Welcome To The VERTIGO, Baby!!

The neon sign board was just as disgusting and flashy as it was three years ago. I parked my car just outside of the alley way and tied my hair up in a bun before stepping out. I got out of the car and walked as fast as I could without tripping on the uneven pavement in my heels. At the end of the alley way the door beside the dumpster was open and cheap quality music was blasting so loud that I could hear my bones vibrating.

"This ain't no place for a high class pussy like you, baby." An extremely intoxicated guy grabbed my waist and started grinding me on the dance floor. Perfect, victim number one.

"Too sad, but I ain't going nowhere, you asshole!" I shouted over the music and turned around to knee him in the balls. His cries were stroking my rage in the most pleasurable way and I wanted more.

After that little scene people moved out of my way as I made a beeline for the bar.

"Danny!" I shouted to the familiar tattooed, lanky brown haired 23 year old. His dark orbs scanned me from top to bottom; no recognition struck him so he put on his game face on and approached me.

"Hey, beautiful. What is a chick like yourself doing in a bar like this one, go home. It ain't safe for you here." He tried his best to sound flirtatious yet managing to sound concerned at the same time. He was one of the good ones.

"Send me down; tell them Blind Side is back. I wanna beat someone up today. Do you still have my stuff?" I said ignoring his previous comment.

Hearing my name his face lit up with a smile as he teen wolfed over the bar and engulfed me in a ginormous hug. I didn't mind, he has seen me in my worse times and never judged. He was like a brother I never had.

"Vi, you're back! Of course I have your stuff, get going down. The fight's about to start you're just in time. I'll bring your stuff." he sounded like a little boy on Christmas morning. It almost made me smile.

I headed towards the rusty looking door just behind the bar. As soon as I pushed it open the smell of alcohol, smoke and testosterone assaulted my nostrils. This is the one part of coming here I did not miss, the stench. But it did make me nostalgic of old times when I used to come here to escape my demons as I have today.

My demons, though quiet, never are silenced.

I walked down the stairs and went right into the changing rooms where I could already see Danny waiting for me with a huge shit eating grin plastered on his face. I scowled at his over enthusiastic expression.

"Why do you have rainbows and unicorns flying out your ass? What did you eat for breakfast, two cups of Happiness?" He was so not helping my already fucked up mood which gave me the clean chit to become a sarcastic bitch. 

What can I say, bad habits are this comfortable, fluffy bed no one wants to get out of.

"Oh, just change already." He said throwing my clothes on my face and storming out, the motherfucking grin still on his goddamn face. So change I did.

After changing into my black spandex shorts and off white tank top which did no good in covering my black bra and tying my hair in a high pony tail whilst slipping into my sneakers, I stepped out of the room to see that already there was a very defined circle of men formed in the middle of the room with stinking assholes howling and shouting for a bulky and tatted bald guy in the middle standing with Danny encouraging the crowd to cheer him on.

 The current champion I am assuming.

"SILENCE!!" Danny's voice boomed over the speakers followed by somewhat dulling of the cheering, considering that was all he would get, he continued. "TODAY WE HAVE A NEW CHALLENGER, AN OLD CHAMPION JOIN US...BLIND SLIDE!!" he shouted over the microphone. That sure did get everybody's attention. The regulars recognized my name immediately and a spark of excitement could be seen in their eyes but the newbies were unaffected, still so sure that the fucking buffoon can beat me.

I pushed through the crowd to go stand in the middle of the circle, seeing me the regulars cheered in excitement whereas the newbies did the same but for an entirely different reason, fucking perverts.

"Yo, baby! Watcha doing here? This ain't no place for chick so fine as you! Maybe after I beat the shit out of this new punk you and me could get to know each other, my place. Hmm...what do you say?" my challenger patronized me.

"I hope you survive asshole. I am not in a good mood today." I spat in his face.

"Fucking hell...is she Blind Slide, Dan?" Danny nodded his head in conformation. 

"Hell no, I ain't hitting no chick. Get out of here baby, you'll break a nail. Show me your moves in bed baby, just get out of the Ring." He said with a mocking smile, people around him howled with their monstrous laughter.

"Stop talking before I break your dick, you chauvinist asshole." I deadpanned and gave a pointed look to Danny to start the fight already.

He nodded and started collecting the bets. I wondered why these days I came across all the chauvinist assholes that ever existed. At least the one back at the office was good to look at though. This one was no better than a bulky ogre with tats and minus the sickly green skin.

The Ogre, who I soon learned was called Terror in the Ring, was surprised to see the amount of people betting on me. I just gave him a smug smirk and cracked my neck whilst flexing my arms."Oh, almost forgot, here you go, Blind." He said handing me my black head band. I immediately slipped it over my eyes and faced where I could sense my opponent.

"She's fighting blind?"

"Is she fucking crazy?"

"Terror will pummel her."

"Ah, the fun's back. After three fucking years!"

"This is gonna be fucking easy."

The last one was from my opponent. Good. Let him be over confident. The more careless he is, the more I can play with him. I just hope he puts up a fight.

"Now before we begin..." Danny started with his usual habit of explaining the rules of not overstepping the line or interfering of any sorts and the best one 'Don't grope the chick's ass unless you want to see your fucking hand handed to you, literally. And I won't be the one doing it.'

Immediately after his speech was over I could hear the sound of the horn indicating the fight has begun. There was pin drop silence in the ring, so much so that I could hear the breathing pattern of my opponent. We circled each other for a while. But after sometime I think he got tired as he released a frustrated grunt and I heard him charge at me. I immediately side stepped and sent a round house kick in his direction which hit its mark considering I could hear the sickening crunch of his nose as it broke. The crowd roared in shock, excitement and enthusiasm.

The game has just begun.

The Ogre roared in outrage and charged at me again. I sidestepped again but this time he had expected it. He pulled his leg out and knocked me down and sent swift and powerful kicks to my ribs. 

Fuck, they're going to bruise. 

In the background I could hear most of the crowd faintly cheering on me and some on him but the only thing I was concentrated on was my opponent, my prey. After his fourth kick I grabbed his leg mid air on the way of his fifth kick and twisted it, hard. He fell on the ground face first, his head banging on the cement I assume, what with the crunch sound that followed. But that surprisingly didn't knock him out. 

As he was about to get up I kicked him in the lumbar area of his back making him fall face first on the floor again. His now sluggish pace was not helping me at all and I could see that the challenge here was over, done for. So I decided to end it. I pounced on him showering swift and firm punches on his temples. Not bothering how the piercings on his eyebrows were drawing my blood. 

I was just concentrated on delivering my punches which were an amazing outlet for my pent up frustration and annoyance for the past week.

In the background I could hear the faint cheering which I didn't pay heed to until a strong pair of arms wrapped around my waist and picked me up from the now unresponsive body of my opponent. I hope he wasn't dead. I was about to punch whoever dared to touch me when I realized that it must be Danny.

"Whoa, there, calm down. Just trying to save you from killing the asshole. How much ever he deserves it, you surely are not suppose to be the one to murder him, Vi." Danny whispered in my ear taking off my hair band making me relax instantly as my vision was given back to me.

"Fucking, bitch. Didn't even put up a fight." I grunted wriggling out of Danny's embrace and standing up but failing as a sharp pain on my right side alerted me of my bruised ribs. Danny saw this immediately and helped me stand up supporting me using my elbow.

"Sure he didn't." he had the nerve to chuckle. Sending him my nastiest glare I scoffed in annoyance once again and turned to leave when Danny suddenly grabbed my elbow telling me to stay put. I didn't argue because suddenly I was horribly exhausted.

"AND THE WINNER CLEARLY IS BLIND SLIDE!!" Danny shouted in the microphone, most people cheered on me whereas some who bet against me sent several boos and fuck yous at the still unconscious Ogre. What a pussy.

"You are bleeding at several places, go clean up and change. I'll have your tequila ready." Danny said pushing me towards the changing rooms.

After changing when I went upstairs, Danny was behind the bar making drinks and chatting amongst a crowd of rowdy men of varying ages. As soon as he spotted me he came rushing at me and congratulated me by offering two tequila shots. I downed them without question.

"Back with a blast, I must say, I am impressed Vi." He said in mock disbelief.

"Thanks, asshole." I spat sarcastically."You know the guy you knocked out cold was the undefeated champion for the past two years." He stated with raised eyebrows.

"Well the bitch didn't even give me the fight I wanted to but he was a passable substitute." I stated monotonously. He snorted amusement evident in his eyes.

"Oh, almost forgot. Here's your green, you won 5K today." He said handing me the bundle of rolled up cash. The pride in his eyes always surprised and amused me. Surprised because no one except him and dad ever looked at me like that and amused because he was the one who taught me to fight, he should know my capabilities by now.

"Keep it, I don't want it. Buy a room freshener for this place from the money. It stinks here." I replied with a straight monotonous expression letting disgust seep into my tone. Seriously this place smelled worse than a dumpster with a bad maintenance problem.

"You never took your winnings." He states pocketing the cash. He didn't put up a fight with me because he knows I won't accept it whatsoever. Previously when I started fighting and never took the money he argued with me a lot but then he just accepted the fact that I will never take it and stopped arguing. Good thing, saved us both the time and energy.

"And yet you still offer it to me every time, like a dumbass shit you are." I retort immediately, with a hint of smirk evident on my face. There was no point in taking them, I had enough to last me a lifetime and I was still earning. 

"Still a cocky and rude bitch, I see. Haven't changed much, have you?" He asks with a smug grin.

"Nah, and just now this cocky and rude bitch is tired as fuck, so goodnight." I said, leaving without waiting for his reply.

As I exited the bar now completely calm and collected after beating the crap out of Ogre and downing two shots of strong tequila, I feel completely relaxed and anger free. 

Somewhere deep down I always knew violence is the fastest and the most effective way of getting rid of frustrations, emotional and...sexual. Not the most ethical way and totally against the law making me an absolute fucking hypocrite, but effective nonetheless. And I am not stupid enough to deny that most of my frustration is because I am attracted to the chauvinist Greek god back at work; he is infuriating as fuck but sexy as hell. That's a fact right there ladies and gentlemen.

Beauty is a form of genius, is higher indeed than genius as it needs no explanation. If you have it,be arrogant about it because not many people have it.

A/N :-

Violet is a badass!!

Sorry for the late update, my laptop was dead for the past few days but now is revived. Next update may take some time but I'll put it up as soon as possible.

translations:

complimenti gattino= congratulations kitten

piccolo gattino é arrabbiato= little kitten is angry

tesoro= darling

So, until next time and one more thing before I go, happy reading my beautiful, sexy readers!