She Accepted Divorce He Panicked (Scarlett and Sebastian) novel Chapter 148

148 New World 

Scarlett’s POV 

What does this question tell at all? 

“Well, yeah. She is a party girl,” I shrug, hesitating because I don’t see this answer helping, “Damon knows about that. She doesn’t need to hide from him if she is just–” 

There are several bars on this street AND in the nearby streets. It’s not helping us narrow down the range. 

“Yep, that makes sense,” Lucas nods, stopping the car when we are still far from the library, “The bars would be my bet if we didn’t follow our new friends here. BUT, Damian Vanderbilt sees her as his pet, meaning they are close, so he wouldn’t be finding it an interesting place for her to be if she’s in any of them. Luckily, you are here with me instead of Adrian–” 

He gets out of the car and I hurriedly follow him. No one is allowed to stop in the middle of a story and just up and leave! This is definitely his revenge on my complaints about his driving skills…He locks the car with the key as he walks up to a wooden door that looks so ordinary that I barely noticed it before. 

“What’s in here?” 

“Behind this door, is one of the biggest underground cage fight clubs in the city.” 

Cage…fight? 

“You mean the underground fighting sort of thing?” I murmur, unable to comprehend the idea. I mean, sure, Lilith can fight guys like Gabriel, but…a cage fight? 

“I mean the sort of place with fast, big money,” Lucas knocks on the door, glancing at me, “know if your friend in any need like that?” 

Not really. Too much has been happening since we got back into contact. 

Someone slid open the little window on the door, and then a pair of vigilant eyes appeared behind it: Code?” 

“Yeah, we don’t have that,” Lucas leans in with a polite smile, “You ever served, bro?” 

The vigilant eyes pause, observing Lucas carefully: “You are a veteran?” 

“Afghanistan,” 

” 

The door opens, and the guy inside the door is as tall as Lucas if not more. His bulky muscles hid under a tight suit. 

“Iraq, bro.” 

They talk like in code, real ones. 

They grab hands in the posture of a wrist wrestle, as if knowing each other for years. It’s actually nice to see people trusting each other because of a shared feeling of belonging. Their world is so simple yet so -mysterious at the same time. 

“And you are…?” The guy asks me. 

148 New World 

+25 BONUS 

I don’t know what identification I can provide. A housewife? An orphan? I feel like I’m nothing in their world. 

“She’s a friend,” Lucas walks in first, “I’m taking her for a tour of the real world.” 

“Ma’am,” The guy touches his forehead with his fingertips. His eyes are powerful yet clean, now the shade of danger in there is gone. 

“Thanks,” I nod at him. 

It does feel like another world, if not a more “real” one. After we enter the door is a long, narrow stairs, leading to a dim hallway before it suddenly opens to a huge space like an underground parking lot. Except it’s not cars along the walls, but stairs instead, surrounding a huge boxing ring in the middle.