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Location | Knock AboutÂ
Whilst most of his time was spent out indulging in the finer things in life, Kahari was a smart man. He spent a lot of money, mostly other peoples but he wouldnât be anyone if he couldnât stack bills where his mouth was and so he knew the importance of pulling in money too and having investments, of which he was plenty full. His favourite though, of all the places he had his money stashed was Knock Out - if any group of people needed a place to work out their frustrations in was a city like Santa Ysabel and his boxing gym was quite fruitful. Having spent the past hour unleashing his frustrations on a bag he was feeling a little more - personable - and as he caught the others eye he gave a small smile. âWhat was your punching back called todayâŚmine was MichaelâŚthink he learnt his lesson.âÂ
Owning a bakery had been Briellaâs dream since childhood, ever since her abuela had begun bringing her into the kitchen, passing her own knowledge on to the young child. It wasnât the baking itself that stressed her out. It wasnât even the business, or the day-to-day operations. No, what stressed Briella out was the people. Having been brought up in Santa Ysabel, a child of the infamed Zapata-Acosta family, there was no denying she had an edge to her- a sharpness that simply wouldnât dull, no matter how hard she tried. So, sheâd been forced to find alternate routes to take out her aggression from whatever stupidity the day had brought. Sheâd been taking a break, squirting water into her mouth when the voice came. âMy bag?â Briella asked, cocking her head slightly. âOh, right, right. Letâs just say Santa Ysabel, itâll be quicker that way.â Turning to face the man, she placed a hand on her hip. âSo, what did Michael do to deserve such a lesson? Something juicy, I hope. I could use a dose of someone elseâs drama today.â
