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Chapter 147: She Made Me Feel Worthy Chapter 147: She Made Me Feel Worthy Kingston

The warehouse I was currently in stank of sweat, blood, pi*** and beer. People surrounded me on all sides, screaming and cheering for the bloodbath they knew would soon come. They were bloodthirsty beasts, getting relatively safe outside of the ring. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I bounced on the balls of my feet, waiting for the f***er to join me. I was already drenched in sweat and my muscles were tense from my earlier match. My left side pulsed now and again from the solid hit I had taken but the adrenaline was like my own body's painkillers. Needless to say, I gave that guy back tenfold what he had given me, my opponent looked like a pulp by the time he tapped out. He had to be carried out of the ring, groaning the entire time. John hadn't disappointed me when I called a few hours ago, demanding to get in on the action at tonight's event. Yesterday went the f***g hell and today hadn't gone any better. The second after Riccardo had hung up on me after informing me that Angelia knew about everything, I had contacted John. The only time I didn't think was when I was fighting and I needed that now because Angelia had my mind spiraling and I couldn't. couldn't allow that to to happen. I needed ded my head clear so we could figure out a way to get her to talk to us. She was hurt and I did get that, giving someone your trust was one of the hardest things to do because it left you vulnerable with no defense. If you gave someone your trust, you wouldn't expect to be hurt by them which only made it worse if they did. Aside from her beauty, what t had. truly drawn me towards her was her naivety. She had given us her trust open-heartedly and easily. That had made me feel something for once, something other than anger. For a second there, she made me feel worthy, not of her of course because didn't think I ever woul would be but just worthy of more. And then, we made her pay for the trust she had so freely given. I clenched my jaw at the thought of how she must be feeling, knowing the length we had gone to, the lies and the manipulation we had done to get her. The lies turned into secrets and we all knew secrets were bound to come out at one point in time, we were just dumb enough to think it wouldn't, Our foundation had been built on nothing but a strand and it was my friend's and mine's fault. I only hoped she would give us a chance to rebuild it into something stronger. The screaming of the people amplified as my opponent walked up to the ring. I hadn't even registered him being announced, I got lost in thought too quickly unless I had something to distract myself with. My eyes narrowed as I took him in, he was a burly man about my height and a couple of years my

senior. His nose was crooked from being broken one too many times and I knew under the mouth senior. His nose was crooked from being

guard he was missing a couple of teeth.

He sized me up and down before giving me his trademark smile, the one that was meant to

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intimidate his opponent but I simply gave him a bored look in return. Although I could feel the excitement coursing through me, this would be fun. Prodding at the wrapping around my hands, I 'made sure it was firmly in place.

"I heard you were going to be here today, Executioner and I couldn't pass up the chance to return

the favor from last year." He said, his eyes glinted with the same excitement I was feeling.

Fighting was a high all of us who participated in the ring were addicted to. In the past, this was the one thing that actually made me feel something other than anger.

"Then you

will have to try harder than the last time, Destroyer." I whispered gruffly, trying to

ignore the nickname these people had given me.

The nickname Executioner started the day I won my first match, the guy I had been fighting

against looked like he had been executed with how much he was bleeding, thus, it became my

name in the ring. They had no idea how appreciated it actually was. The referee always present in

the ring gave us our final instructions and then we were set to start. We circled each other, my eyes entirely focused on my opponent and blocking out everything around us and zeroed in on his movements. He was a little harder to read than many of the other men I had fought against over the years. He didn't give out a hint of what he planned to do until a split second before he struck with a punch intended for my hurt rib and forcing me to act quickly to block the attempt. Pressing me further, he went hard on the offensive and relied on my instincts as I blocked and evaded his

advance. He had managed a few mirror hits, nothing serious. I knew he was trying to rile me up, hoping I had got angry so I would slip up and make a mistake. This guy didn't know anger was my

normal state of mind unless I was fighting or when I was around my girl.

Tired of letting him push me around, I disrupted his rhythm with a quick jab to his cheek, the feel

of his cheekbones rattling beneath my knuckles brought me a sick sense of satisfaction. He got

back at me with a roundhouse kick to the ribs which I should have been protecting, although the added pain to my side only made me come alive. I thrived on hurting people but I didn't know how to take pain as well. We continued on for several minutes, I landed four more punches while he got me hard on the shoulder. He was a great fighter and I enjoyed the thrill of an even-ish match. A roar went through the crowd as he landed a particularly painful hit on my jaw and partially on my mouth and they hungered for the violence we were giving them. "You are holding back." He said as I evaded an overhand but I didn't follow up with a round kick when I had the perfect chance to do so.

"What the f***k, man? Why are you dragging this out? Come at me."

He had been right, I was dragging this out and ignoring some of the openings I had. I needed to tire myself out and there was no one else to fight against after him. Doing what he wanted, I finally decided to let loose and came at him. I dodged a punch to the temple that had enough

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force behind it to take me out and launched a series of attacks to his upper body and face.

"Executioner! Executioner!!" People were cheering my nickname as I gave my opponent precisely what he had asked for. He might have thought he had a chance tonight to bring me down but I had only been playing with him.

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was brutal, unleashing the stress of these two past days on the man in front of me. When he fell down, I went t after him and only stopped when the referee interjected on his behalf because that thewas too stubborn for

f******

for his

own good. A roar went through the mass as I was announced as

the winner yet again. . I didn't stay long enough for them to start congratulating me. Beating a man down was nothing to celebrate, for me, it was just a release. Wiping at my busted lips, I got out of the ring, the crowd parted for me like the red f**ng sea and I made my way to teb section we

used as a

I as a dressing room and threw my shirt and a pair of sweatpants over my body. As the adrenaline left my body started to feel the pain I had am**ed throughout the match. Still,

adrenaline none of it make

of it mattered because now that I didn't have anything else to focus on, my mind went right

back to Angelia, just like it like it always

s did.

The physical pain I could handle but the pain of knowing we had broken her trust was far worse. I wouldn't blame her if she despised us for it, we deserve it. From the moment we had seen her in the club that night, we have been spellbound. She was like a magnet we couldn't help but be drawn to a

to and in our haste to get her, we made a ** decision that could be the reason we not

only got her but lost her as well.

"Hey, man, are you here?" John called out but didn't wait for a response as he waltzed in.

He was a tiny guy but with big t with big enough balls to be hanging around with the low-life criminals that

frequented this part of the city. We were far from friends but I could depend on him whenever I needed a good fight.

"Here is your cut of the winnings." He waved the bills he was holding before depositing them in my hand.

I nodded in thanks and stood up, throwing the money in my bag and slung it over my shoulder. The cash would be donated to one of my favorite non-profit organizations. Lhad no need for it.

"Alright, you know the drill. Give us a call whenever you want it." He said and walked away.

F***k this day and f***k yesterday. At this moment, I was supposed to be with her. It was supposed

to be my night with her and instead, I was in some seedy part of the city drenched in sweat and blood and with a body that ached with each movement. The thing was, I had come to know that I liked the girl but I hadn't realized how much I wanted to be with her until I couldn't. The thrill

she had made me feel was even better than fighting.

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***, I f***g missed that annoying girl who kept asking me questions and making me talk even when I didn't feel like it. Because with her, I couldn't deny her anything. At some point in these few weeks, she had become my weakness and while I didn't appreciate the crack in my mirror, I wouldn't have it any other way. I needed to get Marshall back into the fold and replace a way to get her back so she could continue to annoy me, preferably for the rest of my life. Chapter Comments

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Hey guys! Hurry up and go get her!

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one chapter at a time is killing me lol

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