little friend soon.” The line cuts off and I’m greeted with the dial tone. Fucking motherfucking bitch!
I throw my phone onto the dashboard and bring my car to life. Anger is rushing through my body and I’m aware that driving while angry could lead to a serious accident. I slow down, take some deep breaths and head in the direction of the gym. I glance at the car’s clock, Beast will be there now and that’s who I really need right now to sort this shit out. My mum has taken it one step too far this time.
Bursting through the doors to my gym, I head straight to the punch bags and see Beast pounding away. The damn bag looks like it’s about to fall from the ceiling with the force of each of his jabs. Thank God I make sure those things are sturdy every week.
“Beast!” I holler as I come closer. “Mate, I need your help.”
He stops what he’s doing, sweat dripping down his face as he turns to look at me. “What’s up?”
“It’s my mum.” The scowl on his face tells me how much he dislikes her. Maybe not as much as me, but damn close.
“Let’s go to your office. I’m going to shower so I’ll meet you in there.” He heads off to the locker room and I turn and storm off to my office. I ignore everyone’s stares, not giving a fuck right now if people heard that.
Walking down the short hallway to reach my office, I feel the need to punch the shit out of something but being that this is my place and I don’t want to ruin the walls, I just take a few deep breaths and carry on walking.
Once inside my office with the door closed, I growl as I think back the words my mother spewed. She’s chatting bollocks as she always does. But I haven’t met her new husband…so who the fuck knows?
I collapse into my office chair and bang my head on the desk as I wait for Beast. The annoying tick-tock of the wall mounted clock is the only sound, other than my breathing, that can be heard. If my thoughts made noise, it would fill this one room with complete chaos.
“So, fucker, what’s happening?” Beast comes barrelling into the room, making me jump back in my chair.
“Fuck, you made me jump!” I exclaim as I clutch my chest, my heart trying to beat out of my chest.
“Sorry not sorry.” He chuckles as he takes a seat in a chair opposite me. “Spit it out, Roofie, what’s happening? I ain’t asking again.”
I tell him all about the conversation I had with mum, about the Mexican drug cartel and about her threats toward Gemma. After spilling the details, I notice the anger etched on his face when I finally look up.
“Mexican drug cartel? Are you sure?” His frown deepens.
“I’m going by what she’s saying. Her husband is apparently a drug smuggler for the Mexicans, shipping it into the UK. No wonder he’s so fucking rich and works away a lot.” I scrub a hand down my face, noting to myself that I need a shave.
“I’ll speak with Dom and Luke, see if they can find anything out.” They’re Beast’s Mafia bosses but they have an amazing bond compared to Carlos. And I’m glad Beast has a better relationship with the higher up’s. Carlos made sure to blackmail Beast often, and in the end it went too far. The whole MMA circuit in London is better off without the man. I, for one, am relieved the fucker has gone.
“Thanks, man. I owe you.” I give him a small smile in gratitude.
“Nah, we’re even. You’ve done enough for me over the years. Trust me.” He gets up, takes his mobile from his gym bag and salutes me on his way out the door. Fuck, I hope to God that Beast can get to the bottom of this latest drama. The thought of my mother hurting Gemma has hives breaking out over my skin.
I sit there for well over an hour and contemplate everything that seems to be happening. When did my mother change? When did she become so cold hearted? Though she probably thought the same about me. I’m not exactly the warmest person toward her. But can you blame me? She’s so stuck up her own arse
I throw my phone onto the dashboard and bring my car to life. Anger is rushing through my body and I’m aware that driving while angry could lead to a serious accident. I slow down, take some deep breaths and head in the direction of the gym. I glance at the car’s clock, Beast will be there now and that’s who I really need right now to sort this shit out. My mum has taken it one step too far this time.
Bursting through the doors to my gym, I head straight to the punch bags and see Beast pounding away. The damn bag looks like it’s about to fall from the ceiling with the force of each of his jabs. Thank God I make sure those things are sturdy every week.
“Beast!” I holler as I come closer. “Mate, I need your help.”
He stops what he’s doing, sweat dripping down his face as he turns to look at me. “What’s up?”
“It’s my mum.” The scowl on his face tells me how much he dislikes her. Maybe not as much as me, but damn close.
“Let’s go to your office. I’m going to shower so I’ll meet you in there.” He heads off to the locker room and I turn and storm off to my office. I ignore everyone’s stares, not giving a fuck right now if people heard that.
Walking down the short hallway to reach my office, I feel the need to punch the shit out of something but being that this is my place and I don’t want to ruin the walls, I just take a few deep breaths and carry on walking.
Once inside my office with the door closed, I growl as I think back the words my mother spewed. She’s chatting bollocks as she always does. But I haven’t met her new husband…so who the fuck knows?
I collapse into my office chair and bang my head on the desk as I wait for Beast. The annoying tick-tock of the wall mounted clock is the only sound, other than my breathing, that can be heard. If my thoughts made noise, it would fill this one room with complete chaos.
“So, fucker, what’s happening?” Beast comes barrelling into the room, making me jump back in my chair.
“Fuck, you made me jump!” I exclaim as I clutch my chest, my heart trying to beat out of my chest.
“Sorry not sorry.” He chuckles as he takes a seat in a chair opposite me. “Spit it out, Roofie, what’s happening? I ain’t asking again.”
I tell him all about the conversation I had with mum, about the Mexican drug cartel and about her threats toward Gemma. After spilling the details, I notice the anger etched on his face when I finally look up.
“Mexican drug cartel? Are you sure?” His frown deepens.
“I’m going by what she’s saying. Her husband is apparently a drug smuggler for the Mexicans, shipping it into the UK. No wonder he’s so fucking rich and works away a lot.” I scrub a hand down my face, noting to myself that I need a shave.
“I’ll speak with Dom and Luke, see if they can find anything out.” They’re Beast’s Mafia bosses but they have an amazing bond compared to Carlos. And I’m glad Beast has a better relationship with the higher up’s. Carlos made sure to blackmail Beast often, and in the end it went too far. The whole MMA circuit in London is better off without the man. I, for one, am relieved the fucker has gone.
“Thanks, man. I owe you.” I give him a small smile in gratitude.
“Nah, we’re even. You’ve done enough for me over the years. Trust me.” He gets up, takes his mobile from his gym bag and salutes me on his way out the door. Fuck, I hope to God that Beast can get to the bottom of this latest drama. The thought of my mother hurting Gemma has hives breaking out over my skin.
I sit there for well over an hour and contemplate everything that seems to be happening. When did my mother change? When did she become so cold hearted? Though she probably thought the same about me. I’m not exactly the warmest person toward her. But can you blame me? She’s so stuck up her own arse
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