"And what will you do anyway?" Lucia sneered. "Push me out? That won’t work because I’ll boldly return with a recent tape of Marco groaning my name."
Lucia leaned closer, her voice lowering mockingly. "Take note of that, you poor orphan."
Something in Delilah snapped at the insult.
Before she could think, her hand shot out, landing a resounding slap across Lucia’s face.
The sound echoed in the small restroom, and Lucia staggered back, her expression a mix of shock and pain.
"You—" Lucia started, but Delilah grabbed her arm, spinning her back around.
The fight began.
Lucia, fueled by rage and her wrestling past, swung at Delilah with strikes.
Delilah, though reluctant at first to engage fully - because she had never hurt a woman and didn't intend to - defended herself.
Lucia’s
