Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 112337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
"Tell John to stamp the both of you for free drinks," Skull called after us.
Branna looked over her shoulder. "Thanks, babe." She grinned to Skull.
Skull.
My God, his name was actually Skull.
My sweating over my nerves of being rejected passed and instead, fear pricked at me as Branna held my hand and led me down four flights of stairs. This was literally an underground nightclub, we were deep into the mountain. To be honest, that freaked me out more than a little.
"They must be horrible to walk up when you're drunk," I voiced my thought aloud when I looked down to the steps.
"They are," Branna answered with a cackle.
When we reached the bottom of the stairs, there were two huge black doors. They were closed and in front of them stood two huge bouncers.
"H-Hi." I smiled when they looked at me and Branna.
"Skull said for you to stamp us, John," Branna beamed.
The man on my right chuckled, so I guessed him to be John. "You have Skull in ribbons when you show off those pretty legs of yours, Branna. The poor lad can't think straight."
Branna chuckled. "Whatever, he just likes me 'cause I'm mates with his misses."
John snorted and said, "Yeah, right."
They nodded to us then, and I noticed Branna holding her right arm out so I did the same with mine. The bouncers then took out a stamp from their pockets and turned our hands around and pressed the stamp on the inside of our wrists.
Free was stamp across my wrist in thick black ink. The bouncer who stamped me picked up my other wrist and stamped it with a different stamp. When I glanced at my left wrist, Darkness was stamped on my skin in the same thick black ink.
I held my hands out for a few seconds not wanting to smudge the ink, but I found it practically dried straight away so I didn't have to worry.
"Have fun in the Darkness ladies," John said with a grin and pushed on the side of the double doors.
I jumped when pounding music filled my ears. It frightened me, the stairway and door area was deathly quiet until the doors opened up into the club. They were seriously soundproof, because when they were closed you honestly couldn't hear a thing outside.
Branna led me into the club. The name Darkness suited it, because the entryway was virtually black until flashing strobe lights attacked my eyes.
I ducked my head and huddled closely to Branna.
"This place is an epileptic's worst nightmare," I shouted to her.
I felt the vibrations of her body, indicating she was laughing, but I couldn't hear her because of the music that was currently blaring into my ear drums. I once again huddled close to Branna when the view of a huge crowd of people swaying their bodies got my attention.
The strobe lights made everything look crazy. It was like I was daydreaming and everything was happening in slow motion. Branna's hands encased mine as she led me to the left of the dance floor, and that's when I spotted a massive bar that stretched around the entire room only stopping a few feet away from a darkened area of the club.
I leaned into Branna, putting my mouth by her ear. "What's that area for?" I asked, pointing to the darkened section.
Branna looked to the area then back to me, she grinned.
"That, my darlin' baby sister, is where girls soak their knickers at the mere sight of big, bad, scary men."
I felt the blood drain from my face.
"Is this a sex club?" I shouted, horrified.
Branna laughed at my facial expression and shook her head. "No, it's not a sex club." She cackled and leaned into my ear and said, "It's actually an underground fightin' club."
I leaned back and stared at Branna. "An underground fightin' club?" I repeated and she nodded.
"A real fight club? Like in the film Fight Club?" I questioned, my eyebrows raised.
Branna made me watch those films. She was really into the whole underground fighting thing, and I liked watching the films, but being here in an actual underground fighting club was actually a little scary.
"Bronagh, how many times do I have to tell you? You don't talk about fight club," Branna smirked.
I rolled my eyes. "I don't know if I'm comfortable with this."
Branna sighed. "It will be fine; you can hang back here and watch the fight. You don't have to be circleside. Okay?"
I nodded. "Okay."
Branna smiled. "I'm serious though, about what I said before. You don't talk about this fight club; this place is well-known but only to certain people. It is illegal after all."
I gaped at Branna. "I thought you were just referencin' the film!"
Branna laughed. "I was, because I've always wanted to say that but it actually applies here. Don't talk about this fightin' club, ever. That was what Skull was talkin' about outside; this place is very exclusive so don't speak of it. Not to anyone, okay?"
I didn't talk to anybody so I wouldn't have anyone to tell even if I wanted to, but I still nodded firmly. I couldn't believe my big sister brought me to a nightclub that condoned illegal acts. It was freaky, scary, and sort of exciting at the same time.
"So, what do we do here?" I shouted.
Branna laughed as she turned, shouted some orders to a man behind the bar and then turned back to me.
"We drink, dance, watch hot lads fight, and have a hell of a good fuckin' time," Branna cheered.
I burst out laughing, thank God she remained my sister once she became my guardian. It would have been horrible if she completely fell into the role of being my mam and dad. I would literally have no one to introduce me to anything wild, and I would certainly have no one to do stupid stuff with me.
"I've never drank before so what will I order-"
"I ordered you a bottle of blue WKD already, it's just an alcopop. Don't want you legless leavin' here with me." Branna snorted.