Instead of rolling my eyes, I let out a small laugh. I didn’t know what had made me do it, but something about the mention of Michael made me not feel as scared. All I wanted to do was tell him already that I loved him, but I hadn’t found the right time. It all still felt too soon, and I didn’t want to be the first one to say it because I didn’t know if he felt the same way yet.
Victor skirted around the bend and found the first parking spot he could in front of Mason’s apartment building. He stormed out of the car, his hands balled into fists and his eyes trained on the entrance door in front of him. I punched the code into it to gain access to the building like I had for the last five years.
Serena looped her arm around mine. “I cannot wait to see his ass get dropped.”
We piled into the elevator, and Victor hit the button for floor six. My heart pounded in my chest with every floor we went up, and I swallowed nervously. I wanted to get my stuff and get out of there.
“I don’t want him to hurt me,” I whispered.
Damien looked down at me and nodded. “He won’t touch you.”
“The only damn person getting his ass beat is Mason,” Victor said, voice laced with anger.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, Victor hurried out of them and walked directly toward Mason’s apartment. He banged on his door with the side of his fist. “Mason, it’s Victor. Open the fucking door.”
He knocked two more times, and I waited so damn anxiously out of sight.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Mason stood before us with a towel wrapped around his waist and beads of water running down his chest. “Dude, wha—”
Victor swung right at his face, hitting him square in the jaw.
Serena intertwined our fingers together and pulled me toward the back bedroom, letting out a, “Woohoo.”
She slammed the door closed and grabbed one of Mason’s luxury suitcases from the closet, opened all my drawers, and threw all my clothes inside of it. “Get whatever’s yours. We’re not leaving until you have everything back.”
I opened all the drawers and closets and went through all of Mason’s things to find whatever he had of mine. All my clothes, all my jewelry, all the cute little presents I had made for his birthday that he kept in a box in the back of his closet. He didn’t deserve them. He didn’t deserve anything that I had gotten him.
It took a swift five minutes to pack everything into one small suitcase, but we did it, and I couldn’t have felt more … free. It felt like another weight had been lifted off my shoulders, and I didn’t have to worry at all about Mason anymore because we were over for good.
Serena lifted the suitcase and handed it to Damien, who stood outside the door. “How’s he looking out there?” Serena asked him.
Damien stared down the hall and smirked. “See for yourself.”
We peered out the hallway to see Mason pinned against the wall by Victor. Both of his eyes were black already … and I laughed. It was terrible of me to do, but it happened, and I couldn’t stop myself. All of the tears I’d had for that man turned into a fit of giggles.
Mason tried so desperately to squirm out of his hold but couldn’t. Just like he couldn’t with Michael earlier. He was all talk, no walk. I clutched my stomach and rested my forehead on Serena’s, trying hard to breathe between giggles.
“You fucked my girlfriend?” Victor said between gritted teeth. “For fucking months?!”
“Mia fucked her father,” Mason said.
Victor didn’t let the words even faze him. “I don’t give a fuck what she did. You fuckedmygirlfriend.” He landed another punch straight on the damn smirk on his face. “You’re more fucked up than I thought.”
He pushed Mason away. Mason stumbled, then tripped on the table beside him, his towel falling off and exposing all his familyjewels.
Serena scrunched her nose and stared at Mason’s nakedness. “And you wonder why you couldn’t keep Mia,” she said, looking him up and down in disgust.
She grabbed my hand, pulled me to the front door, and pushed me out of it. “You’re done with his no-good, tiny-dick, womanizing ass.”
CHAPTER34
MIA
Victor wrapped his hand tightly around the steering wheel, his knuckles covered in Mason’s blood. I stared out the windshield, feeling so good. My suitcase was in the back, Serena was smiling widely at me, and I was finally free of that idiot. It felt like nothing could stop me.
Until I saw Melissa’s car parked in front of Serena’s.
She stood outside her car, arms crossed over her chest. Victor swore under his breath and parked the car behind hers. He took unsteady breaths and balled and unballed his hands. I sat behind him, staring wide-eyed over his shoulder.
