Chapter 22: The Street Fighters

Regan led her away, the both of them were quiet until they got into their car, Diana turned to Regan, looking apologetic.

“I am sorry, Regan, I didn't mean to say all that, I am just scared that you will get yourself killed, if you keep on fighting this way” she said, fumbling with her fingers.

Regan saw her actions and facial expression and find her adorable, he held her hands in his “you shouldn't worry about that, no mortal can kill me” he assured her.

Diana raised her head and gave him an askance look, he nodded with a big smile “let me show you something” he told her, and ignited the car engine.

The both of them drove towards the East of the City, “do you know about the Stalin ghetto?” he asked, Diana.

She thought about it and remembered an article she read some time ago, “I read about it, a place of death and sorrow,

a journalist wrote about it, he is dead now, I heard there is a lot of secret in that ghetto, and most drug lords reside there, so many vices”

Regan nodded and turned to her “would you like to go there?” he asked her, Diana eyes widened, she believed that Regan is crazy.

“Not at all” she responded immediately, a bit shaken, Regan hummed and co continued driving, Diana began to notice changes.

“Oh -no!” she exclaimed, Regan threw his head back and started laughing, “the Stalin ghetto is all that bad, most of the write-ups are mad up by the rich, to keep it in the dark, come on” he urged.

Diana nodded, she half-heartedly accepted the challenge of visiting the ghetto, Regan restarted the car and drove them to a safe corner, the depleted high-rise buildings,

and the faded streets, with hookers loitering the street, with scanty outfits, it was an eyesore.

Diana saw some kids for ten, that should be in school, gambling openly, some dudes were hurled in a corner, sniffing drugs.

Regan put a leg on the brake “hey, get me my money, bitch!” a man shouted, Diana turned towards the direction, and saw a lady running away, and a man chasing after her.

Some group of guys came to them, the one leading them wore a big diamond necklace, a black dude, dressed like a gangster.

He spread his arms, “who do we have here? Some fine dude in Stan block, looking cute and mighty, do you have some gays around” he joked, his underlining laughed?

Regan swept his gaze on them “I want to visit the SF” he requested, surprise crept on their faces.

The leader turned to Diana “are you sure about that?” he nodded towards Diana, she was fidgeting, Regan nodded “I am, I can protect her” he responded.

The leader of the gang who came to welcome them, led them away, while they were walking, in a corner.

A lady pant down, with her gown, lifted above her waist, her buttocks exposed, and a man, whose trouser and boxer have been put down from his waist.

The both of them were in a corner docking, the man was behind, giving her slamming back shots, that made her lips parted, and her head threw backward.

Diana turned away quickly and blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed for seeing that, they ran into a smoking lady, she was coming out of her apartment.

“Jake, you got a hot boy, hey, fuck me for free, I want to have that dick shove in my holes all day” she drooled over Regan.

Jake shook his head “this isn't your regular dude, he is here for the bills” he told her, and led them away, but the lady had an eye on Regan.

After some minutes walk, they arrived in a busy early, den of gamblers, voices could be heard, screams, shouts, Diana was a bit shaken by the reality.

Jake turned around “I have done my part, commission” he requested with an open palm, Regan nodded and paid him, he thanked Regan and left.

Regan held Diana's arm and led her into another street, they were many people lined up in both sides, some were watching from the building close by.

“Dila! Dila!!” loud chants echoed in the broad street, Diana peeped to see what was going on, and saw two men fighting.

Successive kicks sent the other sprawling on the floor, and struggling to get up on the feet, the other contender raised his hands.

And the chanting increased tremendously, “Dilla Dilla”.

Diana became angry seeing the scene," What are they doing?” she asked, feeling worried and unsettling.

“This is a street fight, and in there, many people are staking high for these fights” Regan informed.

Diana felt like vomiting blood from hearing all these, Regan took her arm, and led her towards a standing crowd, in the midst.

“I don't think Regnar will be able to defeat Dilla, he is such a good fighter, and the greatest street fighter I have ever known” one among two men discussing said.

The other had a contrary view “I don't think so, Ragnar is forceful, he can defeat Dilla” the two of them argued, Diana shook her head.

Two names were announced, and two ladies, with muscles came out, and the crowd roared, cheering them on, they started throwing punches and kicks at each other, Diana covered her face with her palms.

Regan laughed at her action, she leaned towards her ear, “Do you know why I am showing you all these? A day will come, you will realize what I am doing for you, Diana” he whispered to her.

Diana turned to him and looked at him, “is anything coming for me?” she asked in fear, he shook his head.

“Nothing is coming for you, but it is already here” he said softly, frightening Diana, who was looking horrified.

Regan seeing her reaction suddenly started laughing, he couldn't help it, someone suddenly nudged him “hey, stop laughing, if you are watching the fight, you fuck off! Asshole.”