Back off man, he is mine.
Griffin Montcroix
Marques Montcroix
Double disqualification dudes, that sucks.
Cowan – Prick
Yeah, it does, but it’s fine, we can win from the pits.
Arden RedForce
Ajax Ruinous
Wilde Ruinous
Marques Montcroix
Kai Ex
That’s the spirit man, ignore those jackasses.
Kai Ex
Just left Royce’s apartment, we have another joining us in Marbella.
Arden RedForce
Lads lads lads!
Wilde Ruinous
Great! Let’s get T-shirts made.
Cowan – Prick
No chance.
Kai Ex
Yes! T-shirts. Love that idea, Wilde!
I roll my eyes and come out of the chat. Scrolling, I find her name and my breath catches at the back of my throat. I hover my thumb over it, in two minds whether I should message her or not. My heart is screaming yes, my brain is telling me no.
I flipped out at her, humiliated her in front of her friend. Belittled her… and fuck if that doesn’t gut me. Inhaling sharply, my chest tightens and I feel as if a knife has pierced into my windpipe.
“You’re fine,” I repeat out loud, squeezing my phone in my palm. “Fuck.” Forcing my eyes shut, I focus on my breathing. It’s just one those episodes like before.
Rubbing my palm against my chest, I try to alleviate the pain. After a few minutes, it begins to dull. My heart rate eases as my breaths slow.
Pushing from the sofa, I storm into my bedroom, slamming the door in hopes my body will pass out and take me out of this nightmare, if only for a moment.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Royce
ROUND ELEVEN
