Queen Of 2 Worlds

C H A P T E R - 3 2

Veward P.O.V

Darkness enveloped the sky as we entered the uncrowded area. There were limited people and the people who were there, seen to be like thugs. For a moment, just for at least 5 minutes, I wanted to become a thug so that I could beat the shit out of that so cool Darren! It's childish I know. But... I think I could still beat him. I had to show him how to stay within limits with 'My Kingdom'.

"So, how do you know about the fight? I mean that we will find something about him, why are you so sure?" My lovely kingdom broke the chain of my thoughts.

"Do you remember that tattoo?" I asked, looking at her. She nodded.

-A few Days Ago-

We searched the whole city for the best tattoo maker but no one recognized the tattoo. We were too tired and hungry. We decided to buy something to eat at a local restaurant.

We ordered our food on the counter and sat at the chairs and placed that tattoo sketch on the table. Soon the waiter came and started to serve the food. I said to Bre full exhausted, "For God's sake! If someone actually gives us a little hint. I would give him money as much as he wants."

Bre chuckled. "Bro thinks like that want hard work. You cannot buy hard work with money. That's not a piece of paper."

"Can I look at it?" The waiter asked. Bre and I exchanged a look. Bre showed him the tattoo sketch. He looked at the sketch and his facial expressions were unexplainable. Sweat drops appeared on his forehead, he handed back the sketch and left, leaving us dumbfounded and suspicious.

"What was that?" I said, looking at his retreating figure. Bre shrugged.

We finished our food and went to the counter to pay for the bill. We didn't saw that waiter again which made me curious. After paying the bill we left that place.

We came towards the car and sat inside. When we were just about to start the engine. That waiter came out of the blue and knocked on the window. I slid the mirror down.

"What you exactly want to know?" He asked. I raised my brows.

"Do you know about that tattoo?" Bre questioned. He smirked and nodded.

I looked at Bre and he nodded. We hopped out of the car. That waiter asked, "Whom, maker or customer?"

Bre replied, "Why we trust you?"

"You have already tried your best to find the tattoo maker but didn't find anything, right?" He reasoned, his tone and body language were totally changed, so confident and fearless.

"Because this tattoo isn't designed by a professional tattoo maker." He told us. I knew it. That tattoo was creepy.

"Then?" I asked.

"If I told you. What would I get?" He asked. Smartass! I smirked totally surprised by his tone.

"What do you want?" I smirked back.

He showed us a creepy smile, giving a sign of money by his hand, "Money. Ten thousand dollars." He demanded.

Jerk!

"Ten thousand for just telling us the incomplete details. Are you nuts or what?" Bre snapped angrily.

"Five for me and... Five for you." He said.

"What for?" I asked as he was just beating around the bush.

"In the middle of the city, every night there is a fight arranged. He is the king of street fights - free fighting style. It's really difficult to meet him but... If you challenge him to fight, he will surely appear." He stopped, looking at Bre then added, "You are the famous boxing champion, right?"