Lucia walked trembling down the Rua XV de Novembro, feeling frightened by what happened to Adonis. She sat on the bench and cried helplessly. She never imagined that such a one would come to this. It was already past half past eighteen, the cold of the night was freezing making her body shiver even more.

Marcos was walking around and recognized her by the dance glue. He sat down beside her and noticed the sob of crying.

- Hey. What was there?

Lucia recognized Marcos's voice. She asked for lap snuggling her head on his legs. He was confused not understanding. But he accepted her request. He caressed Lucia's forearm.

- Aren't you going to tell me what happened?

He carefully lifted her to the side, looked into her face, and wiped her tears with his thumbs. Marcos took a deep breath, trying to imagine what had put her in this state.

- Look. I need to go to work. Come here.” He stood up and took off his coat, pulling her gently by the hand and pulling her to her feet, covering her. - I'll accompany you to the bus stop, there's money in your pocket for a ticket. OK.

She shook her head in a yes sign. He took her to the stop and waited with her until she got into the vehicle. Then Marcos walked towards the Clicker bar which was a short distance away. While Lucia arrived at the house tired, she saw that her mother was already sleeping, went upstairs and went to her room.

A... Today was... Another worst day of my life. I'm literally falling apart. I never thought I'd go through what I went through today, never...

I feel destroyed, but I think it's not the end of the tunnel. I have to resist. If I could, I would skin that ogre. It was strange that Hayden showed up and, incredible as it seems, he saved me. Had they matched? There! I don't know. The most incredible thing was the prickly one who showed a side I didn't know, he turned out to be a true gentleman. A side I loved. He looked so elegant dressed for work, he was so serene and serious. So sweet and patient. I have his coat now. It has your scent. It feels so good to smell it. In fact, I can't forget until now, that kiss he gave me. You know, it was my first kiss. Since the prickly one left, I never had the courage to date any boy. I think deep down I was waiting for him, as I waited so long in those weeks at the gate to play. When I realized my 14 years had arrived and with that the fatigue of waiting so long. A... This will be our secret.

Kisses!

And so she slept dressed in Marcos's coat.

Marcos couldn't stop thinking about Lucia, he tried to decipher her expression of fear, he wanted to find out what, or who had left her in that state. It hurt his heart, it anguished him for not knowing what had happened to her. Much to his inconvenience, Adonis sitting at one of the tables recognized him and started teasing him.

- And how is your protegee?

- I'm at my job, I don't usually chat with clients - Marcos said showing indifference.

-Lucia, Lucia...-he repeated.

Marcos stayed close to serve another table when he heard him speak Lucia's name. He turned to Adonis' table.

"Place your order," he said, staring at him.

- Face! Your little friend struggled like a cow at the slaughterhouse when...

- When what? - Marcos almost annoyed.

- Oh! Are you curious now?

- Speak up, you asshole.

- It should be forbidden to treat customers this way, right?

Marcos didn't want to give the ball and turned his back to serve another table.

-She screamed so much, so much ... When I was between her hot legs, when I squeezed her ass and took her virginity with virility. She moaned like a bitch that bitch.

Hearing Adonis' sadistic words, anger flared in his head, he turned impetuously and slapped him so hard that he fell with his chair on the sidewalk of the bar. Customers were startled by the waiter's unexpected attitude. Adonis struggled to his feet, spitting blood. Marcos finally realized that this was what had happened to Lucia, so she was embarrassed and didn't have the courage to speak the truth.

- I'll pick you up at the Marcos arena. I know what you do. False ID cards and underground clubs. I'm the tenth opponent on the list that will finish you off-she declared pointing to Marcos and leaving the place.

She straightened the chairs and apologized to everyone. He had unfortunately been fired from his job for what he had done. He left and went straight to his uncle's gym.

Met up with him. They talked a little and he started training with great effort. The two rested drinking water. Marcos helped Gilberto clean up and close the gym. At eleven o'clock at night he arrived at the fight club. Some played at the casino tables. Girls danced on stage and others concentrated in the space of the fighting arena.

- The champion has arrived! - Announced Araf, club manager and owner's partner. He always bet on Marcos that he never let him down in fights, thus always guaranteeing his money.

Marcos earned five grand a night. He fought three nights and took three nights off. Araf loved him in a way like a son. the drool

K. I gave him anything he asked for. And she hugged and kissed him on the forehead.

- What do you have for today? - Mark asked.

- Our! You came thirsty today - He replied patting Marcos' shoulder. - Have two.

- Then I'll get ready in the dressing room.

He headed down the hall to the bathrooms, opening a door that led to a reserved space. There was his place. His ten neatly washed and folded fighting uniforms awaited him. He chose white shorts with gold stripes on the sides. He took the white stripes and laid them out on the bench. He prepared glue in a small Chinese bowl, and glass shards in another bowl. He warmed up. He drank an energy drink and relaxed. Then he took a shower. He dried off and put on his shorts. He bandaged his heels, knees, elbows, waist and hands. He tied a Thai bandana on his head. He mixed glasses in the glue and started to soak his fists, with a brush he applied the preparation to the knee bands, elbows, waist and a little to the foot bands. A huge tattoo of an eagle holding a beaked snake covered his entire back. He took a deep breath. Now he was ready.

In the arena the presenter announced the fight of the night, two against one, worth twenty thousand. He cheered the crowd asking for the violent spectacle.

- Now the star of the night! Thorn Fists! - Said the presenter pointing to the entrance where Marcos appeared.

Everyone called his fighter name. The DJ played his hip hop music. He got on the mat and put on his personal street dance show. Spectators enjoyed the sound watching him in the greatest enthusiasm. He won over the public at every step, including the gamblers who played against him. When the song ended, the presenter announced the two opponents who were going to fight Marcos. The two climbed onto the mat swaying their bodies. Showing that they were next to each other, willing not to lose.

The three positioned themselves. The bell rang and they started with punches and light kicks. Marcos danced without intimidation. Letting opponents get tired. That's when he threw two punches, opening his arms bent to the sides, hitting each opponent's abdomen. These fell, one to each side. With their bellies scratched by Marcos's glazed fists. Araf celebrated the initiative of his favorite.

Thorn Fist did a dance step showing he was in control. Confident of herself, she threw two more cross punches, this time hitting their faces. The two started at Marcos, punching him in the stomach, but ended up injuring their own fists because of the glass band.

To finish, Marcos gave several quick punches to one of the opponents, knocking him out. Then he left punching the other and knocking him out too. Everyone shouted his name, celebrating the victory. The two fighters walked out of the arena with their faces and stomachs bleeding.

To give an emotional insight to his admirers, Fist of Thorn went to the dance floor, took the stage and danced sensually. She lay on the stage floor with her legs bent and her head resting on her arms. Two dancers approached with bottles and spouted beer over his abdomen forming a waterfall. Many women wanted to lick him on the belly, they went crazy for the scene. They were crazy about him. But despite all the pomp, Marcos only thought of one girl in particular. Lucia.

He said goodbye to everyone and went to his dressing room. She carefully removed the bands and the shorts. Araf walked in and congratulated him on the feat. He passed her his paycheck.

- Fifteen thousand for you and fifteen thousand for me. Araf laughed greedily. - You were a real rogue using that shards of glass tactic in the tracks.

- If I didn't, we wouldn't guarantee our money and even more the agents were bastards making me fight two opponents. I had to use my means right?

- Wow! That's right, boy,” Araf said as he walked out of the dressing room.

Marcos took a shower to freshen up. He put on his clothes. He left the scene and took the bus. Going down his street, he went to Lucia's house. She was cold, he remembered her coat. He then decided to climb the tree next to Lucia's bedroom window. It was already five in the morning when he managed to deftly break into her room.

Of all the sight and show that the people of the club had provided, the one he now had to see Lucia lying in her coat was the most spectacular. He approached crouching beside the bed. He looked into her face which was calm and angelic. He arranged a few strands of hair that fell over her face carefully so as not to wake her. Inadvertently, he saw his half-open diary next to his pillow. Curious, he opened it exactly to the page marked by the pen and read some excerpts of what she had recently written and discovered her secret. The secret that Lucia had entrusted only to her diary.

She moved. Marcos quickly dropped the diary in the same place. He stayed on the other side of the bed, where he could get behind Lucia's back. Mischievously, he called her from his cell phone. Lucia woke up yawning to answer. When she turned to the side, she was startled to see Marcos in the byour room.

- Hey! - He said.

- What... How did you get in here? - She said still sleepy.

- I came to get my coat.

- Huh?

-I'm cold-she ground her teeth that made the muscles of her cheeks move, giving her a charm.

Lucia cannot help but admit that this gesture attracted her. His childhood prank friend had become a handsome guy with subtle sensual gestures. She imagined how many girls had already tasted his lips, how many had already taken his kisses.

- You're not so bad this time. What was there?

- I did well this time.

She got up and faced him. She took off her coat in order to hand it over. Marcos didn't hold back, he came close and dared to give her a kiss.

-I want...-she whispered. - May your lips be mine alone. Only mine... And whoever dares to touch them besides me, I will kill.

- Would you kill for a lip?

- By your yes. And the rest of you too,” she murmured passionately.

- So you...

- I'm crazy about you. I've always been. From now on I want you to be mine alone, and any scoundrel who approaches you, I...

- You didn't even ask if I want it?

__ And need?

"No..." She replied in a whisper.

He put his fingers through her hair bringing her face closer and kissed her tenderly.g