BEAST (MMA Bad Boys Book 1) (12 page)

I can still feel her presence like a fucking thorn in my side. It doesn’t help the situation. She needs to get out of my head so I can do what I have to do. Anger settles in my bloodstream as my mind races through scenarios in how to do this shit. I’m about to reign hell on the MMA circuit like never before.

Breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth, I calm enough to get up from the bed and walk to the bathroom for a quick shower. Tonight. This shit ends tonight. Having Carlos loom over me like a fucking bad smell is getting old. And if he finds out who I fucked tonight…I don’t even want to think about it.

Paying the taxi driver the fare, I thank him for putting up with my shitty mood and head to the door. Pausing, I turn slowly, sensing someone watching me. My skin prickles in awareness and I hurry the rest of the way up to my apartment. Who the hell would be watching me anyway?
God, Carlotta, stop being such an insane, raging bitch-bag and concentrate on getting to bed,
I scream at myself in my head. Jesus, I seem to be arguing with myself a lot lately and it’s getting old.

My legs are aching, my vagina is pulsing in pain and my scalp feels red hot with pain from the rough hair pulling shit Beast did.
Do not go there, Car, forget it ever happened and move the fuck on.

Stripping from my clothes, I climb under the duvet and snuggle down. Squeezing my eyes shut, I will the images of Beast butt naked to not come to the forefront of my mind. I need sleep desperately, I’ve never felt so worn out, not even after a fight.

What does enter my mind as I’m drifting off, is the way Beast just sat there on the bed not giving me a glance, word or fuck all for that matter and that’s irritated the shit out of me. What the fuck did I do wrong? Not only that, but I fucking told him stuff that happened to me because, deep down, I knew he wouldn’t screw me over. How fucking wrong was I? At least I can say that the sex was pretty awesome. Falling asleep to the image of Beast naked isn’t too bad, amazing sight, it’s just a shame he’s such a douchebag.

Sitting in my leather back recliner, I sip the whiskey from my tumbler, staring into space. I feel shit the way I treated Carlotta, and well, I never feel shit after fucking a woman’s brains out. But guilt is eating its way through my stomach and it’s making me angrier about the whole situation.

A knock at the door brings me out of my trance and I place the glass on the coffee table. Heaving myself up with my muscles screaming at me, I head to the door and pull it open with a scowl on my face, not really giving a shit who it is…I just want them to fuck off and leave me to wallow in my anger.

“Beast. Good, you’re home. I need a word.” Carlos barges his way into my home and I slam the door as I turn and face him.

“What do you want? And why have you come to my home, Carlos?” I growl at him. Looking at him stirs the anger and it’s about ready to explode in his face.

“Calm it, boy. Remember who you’re talking to.” He spits at my feet and this is the first time since he came through my door a matter of minutes ago that I notice his red face and the anger swirling in his brown eyes. “This is a matter of urgency, Beast. You seem to have forgotten the rules because you can’t to keep your dick in your pants.”

He knows about Carlotta? How the fuck…? “What the fuck are you on about?” I hiss, widening my stance and crossing my arms over my chest, my muscles flexing as my anger builds to dangerous levels.

“Ah, see…you know I know everyone at that pub, Beast, yet you still managed to go for a fighter girl rather than a bar fly. You know, as you should, that you can’t get mixed up in relationships. It’s against the rules.” He smirks at me, thinking he has the upper hand.

“How would you even know anything happened?” I raise a brow at him as I stand there spewing hatred at him through my eyes. “I’d love to know that.”

“I know you.” He starts circling me. Yeah, because that’s intimidating. He doesn’t scare me because he’s a weasel who should never have taken over being at the top. “I know your dick has the brains in that body of yours.”

“I’d love to see how you can bring me down when I make you the most money, arsehole.” I’m beyond caring about my career. I just want this fucker out of my life, away from Carlotta. But I need more time for my plan to take effect. “I suggest you get off my property before shit goes down, old man.”

“You think I’m so scared of you?” He laughs and the sound goes straight through me. It’s pure evil. “You’re eighteen, hardly a man. Punishment will come, Beast. Mark my words.”

His shoulder bashes in to mine as he walks passed, but I hold my ground. I let him leave as I breathe through my anger. Needing to punch the shit out of something, I turn to my left and hit the wall with my right hand, leaving an almighty dent and plaster crumbles to the floor. I don’t register the pain in my knuckles, I don’t notice the blood dripping onto the floor. My mind is misted with anger and my body is shaking in fury.

Carlos is a motherfucker that’s going down and I’m going to make it happen and make sure his body is never found.

The next couple of days go by in a blur, the tattoo shop has been mega busy so me and Gemma haven’t been back to the pub since the night Beast dragged me out. Keeping busy keeps my mind from wondering back to that night. I have a fight tonight, the boss has set me up with a former world champion and I’m shitting myself. Usually, I have small fights with fighters in the same rank or having the same skill as me. This is out of my league and I’m petrified.

In the gym, coach trains me ‘til I can’t breathe and my arms are heavy with sweat dripping down my face. I’m as ready as I’ll ever be for tonight. Gem will be there for moral support and cheering me on. Damn, I need all the support I can get for this fight. I don’t think it’s going to end well but I’ll give it my best, that’s all I can do.

Showering quickly at the gym, I dress back in my usual skinny jeans and tank top and sweep my wet hair to the side and braid it. Gemma meets me at the reception desk and gives me a small sympathy smile. “Come on. You need a proper hot shower and some food.”

“I’m not hungry,” I mumble. I am but the swirling motions in my stomach will probably prevent me from keeping anything down. “I really don’t think my stomach can handle anything.”

“Babe, you have to because you need your strength. You understand this is the biggest fight of your career, right?” She looks at me, her eyes roaming my face. “You can do it, chick.”

“I hope so, Gem, I fucking hope so.” We walk to her car and pile in. I sigh when my arse hits the seat and I rest my head back against the headrest. Sitting down feels amazing, like I haven’t sat down in quite a few days. That was the most intense training I’ve had to do so far and I’m not relishing doing it again any time soon. “What time is it?”

“We have about two hours before we have to be at the warehouse to get taped up and warmed up.” She consults her sparkly watch as she says this and starts the car. “Let’s go.”

I’m taped, warmed up and ready to hit the ring. I’ve reached into my inner bitch and pulled her from her slumber. I need her for this.

“Carlotta! Are you ready?” Coach calls from the locker room doors. “Come on.”

Taking a deep breath, I leave the sanctuary of the lockers and the smell of sweat to the double swinging doors.
I can do this
, I chant to myself.