of body and cum on the floor, then you need to turn around, go upstairs, and lock your bedroom door. I’m not myself right now, and I can’t control what the fuck is going on in here.” I point to my head before clenching my fist and dropping it back down to my side.
She gulps, and I take a warning step toward her, forcing myself to give her a chance to escape me before I pounce. Before I can say another word, she whirls around and runs back up the stairs, damn near tripping over her own two feet. I smile once she’s out of sight. Plucking her discarded panties off the floor, I bring them to my nose and inhale the scent of her pussy before shoving them into my pocket for later.
The darkness encompasses me without Sophie in the room. I go back to the punching bag. Fucking her in this state will only complicate things. She deserves better—a man who isn’t me. I’ll be damned if I let my primal needs take those choices away from her, even if I want to, so fucking badly. I beat the fuck out of the bad until my muscles ache and knuckles bleed.
Tonight, I’ll show her the monster beneath the surface.
Tonight, I’ll get her to leave me the fuck alone.
“I can’t come tonight.” Ivan’s voice fills my ear.
“And why the fuck not?” I growl, my leg bouncing up and down. I need him and Violet there tonight. Without them, Sophie has no protection, and that puts her right in the line of a worse fucking danger than me. The time before last, someone decided to have a shoot-out in the crowd, causing mass fucking chaos.
“Violet is sick. I’m not leaving her to watch my brother get his ass kicked in some underground fight.” I shake my head, trying to figure out what the fuck I’m going to do with Sophie. She's sitting on the opposite side of the room on one of the leather couches while Mac and Dev pour themselves a couple drinks inside my office at the gym.
I have said maybe five words to her since our incident in the basement earlier today. Mainly because I’m not sure what to say.
“What the fuck do I do with her?” My voice raises, gaining Sophie’s attention. She looks up from the book in her hand and gives me a weary expression. I know I’m making her uncomfortable and being an asshole, but I can’t help it.
Ivan sighs, frustration dripping from his voice. “Please tell me you stopped taking those pills, and I mean altogether. You’re acting like an asshole, and need I mention you’re still taking care of that girl until I can find somewhere for her to go?” I clench my jaw, feeling the rage spiral. Of course he’s only concerned about Sophie and her wellbeing.
“You worry about you and I’ll worry about me. Thanks for fucking nothing.” I pull my phone from my ear and hit the end key before tossing it down onto the desk. I can still feel Sophie’s eyes on me. I want to fucking consume her, take all the goodness out of her and swallow it.
“You okay, Rom?” The commotion pulls Mac from his conversation with Dev.
“I’m great—fucking excited. I’m going to add another body to my tally of kills, then fuck the first bitch who offers herself to me.” Mac grins at me, giving me a fist bump, but as soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel sick.
I've never felt shameful about the things I do. Fighting has always been my outlet for my uncontrollable emotions. It's how I dealt with my anger toward my brother, and how I make all my money. But when my eyes clash with Sophie's, I wish I could hide what I do, at least from her. A small part of me wants her to see me as the hero she claims me to be.
She looks sad, disappointed, and shocked. Most likely because I'm talking about murdering men right out in the open like I’m discussing the weather, but there’s no way after what happened this morning I’m letting her not see this side of me. She needs to know who she asked to kiss her—she needs to see me as I kill and bathe in the blood of my enemy.
“I thought you said you fight?” She gives both Mac and I a puzzled look.
I grin. “I do. I just failed to mention it's to the