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MASON
The achein my body today makes me wake up earlier than I normally would but I don’t mind it because I love the pain.
Last night I had another fight, and it was the most exhilarating thing I’ve done in a while. The fight gave me time to think about something besides my girl and her hardheadedness. Maybe this is what I needed all along—the opportunity to bash people’s faces in.
This new hobby of mine has been doing wonders by helping me get rid of all the pent-up energy I had stored inside me. It keeps my mind occupied, so I don’t have to constantly think about everything bombarding me. For a few hours, I get to be free of all the thoughts weighing me down.
When I went to the warehouse the first night and fought, I instantly knew this is what I’ve been missing. Now, I can’t get enough. At first, I thought I must have gotten the wrong place because on the outside it looked like any other regular warehouse, but I decided to check it out anyway.
When I stepped foot inside, it just proved that looks can be very deceiving. The place was big enough that it had space for a fighting ring, a bar and more space that served as the viewing area and a dance floor for later after the fights. There was even space for some chairs and booths around the back of the room, seeing as no one went home immediately after the fights but instead opted to stay and party. It was almost like a club if you didn’t pay attention to the ring in one corner of the room. This place definitely had a chill party vibe to it.
I have no clue how I didn’t know this place existed. Then again, it looks new because the guy running it is also someone new to town. I’ve never seen him before, and I know almost everyone in Ravenwood. This town is a decent size but not too huge. I know the basics of everyone in town even if I don’t know them personally.
The guy’s name is Hunter, and I had to see him before I could get into any of the fights. Things went smoothly and his only response was “Who am I to stop a pretty-boy rich kid from wanting to get his ass beat.”
Asshole. But I do love to prove people wrong because it’s just fun that way. After that first fight, to say he was impressed would be an understatement. I couldn’t help the cockiness that escaped me when I saw him after.
Even though my knuckles are bruised and my body aches, it was totally worth it. Though I love it, I’ll have to keep this a secret from my father. I don’t think he’d appreciate his heir taking part in underground fights.
He’d probably blow a gasket but smashing someone’s face in makes me feel a hundred times better after. I’m thinking this is way better than therapy.
My mind goes back to Winter, wondering what she’s doing. When I came home last night, she still wasn’t back from the office and now, I’m wondering if she ever came home last night.
Yeah, I’m still a little fucking confused when it comes to that girl. I blame her trying to kill herself for this newfound “caring about her” shit. It somehow made me feel things again.
And now, seeing my brother pawing all over my girl brings up more of the emotions I don’t want to exist anymore. Emotions and feelings like the need to know what she’s doing and the need to have her in my sight at all times are ones I didn’t account for. It’s becoming a nuisance if you ask me. I’ve convinced myself that it’s only because someone is after her, so I need to make sure she’s okay. Yeah, that’s what I’m going with.
I don’t know if my brother thinks I’m stupid or if he just loves riling me up. My guess would be both really, but the little shit is annoying the fuck out of me. I know he’s not really interested in my girl, and I know she isn’t interested in him either, but they fucking love to put on a show. I’m guessing it’s because Grayson just wants to fuck with me.
I don’t blame him because I’ve been an asshole on so many levels. The term “getting a taste of my own medicine” is what comes to mind when I think of those two together. Boy, do they know how to push my fucking buttons. It’s taken all my willpower not to snap at them, though it’s only a matter of time before that actually happens.
She better remember who the fuck she belongs to because apparently, I’ve gone crazy at just the thought of her being someone else’s. That thought alone doesn’t sit right with me at all. It makes me want to spank her little ass for giving me so much attitude.
I don’t blame her because she’s just acting off the dumb shit I said to her, but she better get over it and soon too, since I’m losing patience with that attitude of hers.
I grab my phone off my nightstand and check the tracking app for her. She doesn’t know it but when we got her things before leaving Aspen, I installed a tracking app on her phone so I could see where she is at all times.
She was so lost in her head; she didn’t even know I had her shit brought to us. She didn’t know I went through her phone either. There were so many messages from that Antonio guy, and I deleted all of them. No, I’m totally not sorry for doing that.
Now I can spy on her and I feel so much better knowing that I’m the only one who knows that tidbit of information. I also made sure the app was hidden so she won’t even know it’s there. Because I also wanted to know what she was doing, I made sure to share her calendar with myself. I can now see what she has planned and when and where. That was genius on my part if I do say so myself.
Her GPS shows that she’s still in her office building and I’m wondering why the hell she spent the entire night there. Now I’ll just have to go see what the fuck she’s doing. I’m ready to go all in when it comes to her. She won’t know what the fuck hit her.
The thought of her being with another man makes me want to commit murder. I’m just not sure if I want to murder her or the other man.
I bet she’s with that asshole she keeps harping on about and I’m so close to just murdering his ass if she talks about him one more time! My girl really knows how to push my fucking buttons like no one else in this world. It’s no wonder I practically lost it when she fucked my whole world up.
This is what I mean when I say my emotions and brain won’t cooperate with each other. I can feel something inside me changing again, though this time it’s making me want to possess her and make her all mine again. It’s about time we both forget about all the shit that has happened in the past and focus on the future wherever the hell that might lead us.
I’ll stake my claim on her again even if it leads us to destruction. Now that she’s ignoring me, I want her all the more. I saw the indifference in her eyes yesterday and the day before, like she’s completely done with me. Too bad I’m not done with her.
It made me want her more to prove to myself that I’m still what she wants even if she acts like she doesn’t. Okay, I know I was being an asshole when I said those words to her but in my defense, I was out all night, self-reflecting on how to make shit right and whether I should forget about the past. Coming back home and seeing her lying there with my brother caused me to lose my shit, because I was totally caught off guard.
Anyway, that doesn’t matter now because I’m going to take back what’s mine. I get up, shower, and get dressed before heading out the door. I take the new Bugatti I had to replace since my girl burned the last one. I’ve got to say, she had balls for doing that shit.
I made her pay for it. I remember exactly what I made her do, though now when I think about it, I wince. That was when I got the guys involved and it caused her to have a seizure after and I felt fucking horrible. That was not my finest moment.
Who the hell is this Mason King with a fucking conscience now?
