Oops Wrong Girl to Bully (Angelina) by Xena Kessler novel Chapter 164

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Angelina’s POV

The crowd in the corridor started paying attention. People stopped walking. Turned to watch.

Marquis’s expression shifted from confused to annoyed. “You got a death wish, kid?”

I walked closet. There was a metal railing separating the viewing area from the fighter corridor.

I put one hand on it. Vaulted over. Landed on the other side without making a sound.

“Aria, stop!” Maya’s voice was panicked. “He just killed someone!”

1 ignored her. Walked straight toward Marquis.

He was huge up close. I had to tilt my head back to look at his face.

But I’d faced bigger. Stronger. More dangerous.

This was nothing.

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Marquis looked down at me. His expression was amused now. Like I was a joke. “T’es courageuse ou stupide? C’est quoi?”

You’re either brave or stupid. Which is it?

I met his eyes. Held his gaze. Didn’t blink.

Something in my stare made him pause.

He leaned closer. Studying my face. Really looking at me.

Then his eyes went wide. All the amusement vanished.

“Angelina? His voice was uncertain. Quiet. “No… it can’t be…”

I gave a slight nod.

Marquis took a step back. His whole demeanor changed instantly. The predatory confidence disappeared. Replaced by something else.

Fear. Respect. Both at once.

“Holy shit,” he said. His voice was different now. Almost reverent. “They said you were dead.”

The crowd around us was murmuring. Louder now. Phones were coming out. People recording.

Behind me, I heard Jen whisper to Maya. “Did he just call her Angelina? Who’s Angelina?”

“I have no idea,” Maya whispered back.

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Marquis was still staring at me. Like he was seeing a ghost.

“You look different,’ he said finally, “Younger.”

“Things change,” I said.

He forced a smile. Trying to act casual. But I could see the tension in his shoulders. The way his hands clenched and unclenched.

He remembered. Of course he remembered.

Our last fight. Two years ago. Before I died.

He’d been undefeated then too. Ten straight wins. All knockouts. He thought he was invincible.

I made him tap out in forty-eight seconds.

He never came near me again after that.

“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” Marquis said. Still forcing that smile What are you doing here?”

“Same thing as you, Fighting.”

He glanced at the cage behind him. Then back at me. “You want a match? Because I don’t think-*

“Not today,” I interrupted. “But I need something from you.”

His expression became wary. “What?”

The corridor was too loud. People shouting. Placing bets for the next fight. The announcer’s voice blaring from the speakers.

I raised my voice slightly. Made it a command. “Meet me at the north entrance. Five minutes.”

Then I turned. Gestured to Maya and Jen. “These are my friends. Maya, Jen-this is Marquis.”

Marquis looked at them. Gave an awkward nod. “Uh, yeah. Hey.”

I continued. “They need pointers. You’re going to help them.”

Not a question. A statement.

Marquis hesitated. Just for a fraction of a second. “Yeah, sure. Of course.”

He tried to smile at Maya and Jen. Attempting to look friendly.

But his eyes kept darting back to me. Like I might attack him any second.

Maya and Jen just stood there. Both looking terrified.

“North entrance, I repeated. ‘Five minutes. Don’t be late.”

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“I won’t,” Marquis said quickly. “I’ll be there.”

I turned and walked away. Back toward the metal railing.

Vaulted over it. Landed next to Maya and Jen.

Started walking down the corridor. Back the way we came.

Behind me, I heard the crowd still whispering. Phones still recording.

Marquis just stood there. Watching me leave.

Maya and Jen caught up to me. Both talking at once.

“What the HELL was that?”

“Do you actually know that psycho? How?”

1 kept walking. “We’ve met before.”

“Met before?” Maya’s voice was high-pitched. Shocked. “He called you Angelina! And you spoke French! And he looked scared of YOU!”

“It’s complicated,” I said. “Long story.”

Jen grabbed my arm. Made me stop walking. “We have time. That’s literally the craziest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I pulled my arm free. Gently. “He can teach you combat techniques. Real ones. Stuff you won’t learn in the assessment.”

Maya crossed her arms. “Why would he help us? He doesn’t even know us.

“Yeah,” Jen added. “And he seems like the type who only does things if there’s something in it for him.”

I started walking again. “He’ll teach you. Trust me.”

“But why?” Maya jogged to keep up. “What’s his motivation?”

Because he doesn’t dare refuse me.

But I didn’t say that out loud.

Instead I just smiled slightly. “Let’s just say we have history. And he owes me.”

Maya and Jen exchanged glances. Both clearly wanted to ask more questions.

But my expression made it clear the subject was closed.

Jen sighed. “Okay. If you say so. But I’m keeping my distance.”

“Same, Maya said. “That guy gives me the creeps.”

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“He should,” I said. “But he’s useful.”

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The north entrance was exactly how I remembered it. Concrete walls. Metal door with chipped paint, I leaned against the wall. Checked my

watch. Two minutes until the meeting time.

Jen and Maya stood next to me. Both looked nervous.

Maya kept shifting her weight from foot to foot. Her eyes darted to every fighter who passed by.

Jen had her arms crossed tight. Like she was trying to make herself smaller.

“Are you sure about this? Jen asked. Her voice was quiet. “That guy just killed someone.”

“He did, I said.

And you trust him?”

“No. But I know him. That’s different.”

Maya spoke up. “How well do you know him exactly? Because the way he looked at you back there was weird. Like he was scared of you.”

Footsteps echoed down the corridor. Heavy. Multiple people.

Marquis appeared first. Still in his fighting shorts. Blood splatter on his chest. He hadn’t bothered to shower yet.

Two other men walked behind him. Both middle-aged. Both with the weathered look of long-time fighters.

The first was white. Bald head. Thick beard. Maybe six-foot-four. Built like a tank. Scars crisscrossed his arms and chest.

The second was shorter. Five-ten maybe. Dark hair slicked back. Lean mustle. His nose had been broken multiple times. Never set properly.

Marquis spotted us. Started walking faster.

“Angelina! His voice was loud. Excited. “Right on time!”

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