Three years later…

Ayla

“Come at me bitch!”

I smirked circling her. My eyes calculating, ready to pounce. She was too cocky, thinking it was just enough to coax me into the offence. “What is it princess you fucking scared to come at me?” she kept taunting but I waited. Three, two one. She got angry and charged at me with a roar. Too easy. I side stepped her and landed a punch to her side sending her the ground with a thud. “Come on you can do better than that” I teased and her ...