UNDERGROUND

RUBY JUNE.

A Couple of Weeks Later

It was the day of the underground fight. Prior to this day, Charles had barely been home and always seemed occupied and busy. I didn’t care—not after he had been so mean and rude to me a couple of weeks ago. We barely spoke to each other after that incident, and I would love to keep it that way. It would help me carry out my revenge without caring that he was my mate. However, this was a dangerous situation, and I needed to look like I belonged there, or I would blow my cover.

I put on a short black leather dress and some bright red lipstick. I looked at myself one last time in the mirror before preparing to leave. However, I realized I could not get there once I was ready. Relying on the web had proven futile; apparently, the underground had done an excelle……