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“I need you to come with me.”
“Why?” I question.
My hip is cocked and my fist is made on it. I’m ready for whatever he has to give me.
Dragon looks like he’s struggling with something more than he’s willing to tell me. “I need you to come with me to Beast’s house. He’s locked himself in his house.”
“There’s no fucking way I’m going to his house!” I yell.
I feel the air in my chest begin to constrict, my vision blurs at the thought of seeing him again. After Beast treated me like a piece of ass, I never want to see that man again. That was not the man I fell in love with.
Do I even know who the man I fell in love with was? I don’t think so. I wanted to believe I knew Beast, I was living in his house, but truth be told, I don’t know shit.
My heart thumps in my chest, my blood in my veins turns icy hot all at the same time. I feel my knees go weak. “You… I, I can’t!”
“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t an emergency, Bella. You don’t fuckin’ know what the man is strugglin’ with. It’s bad. We need you there.”
“No! He doesn’t want to see me. Why would he want to see me after all of that bull shit that he said to me?” I yell.
My knees start to go out and I would have fallen if it wasn’t for Dragon catching me before falling.
Beast
No matter how much blow I sniff, I can never outrun the sun. The sun will always beam through my window and remind that another day is here and I have lived another day.
I’m still in the baby’s room with a wicked head ache and pain shooting through my whole body. Each time I try to move, I get dizzy. The pain is more intolerable than I care to fucking admit.
I graduated from Yale University. I’m a fucking graduate who’s now squandered the love of the one woman who could have given me any type of light in my forever darkness of my life.
Only if my professors could see me now. See the loser I have become and the complete and utter asshole I am now. The man who’s self-destructing quicker than an avalanche.
My stomach growls from the lack of food. I’ve been holed up in this room for what feels like only a day, but could be more. I don’t know. I don’t fucking know anything.
“Beast! Where the fuck are ya?” Someone yells through my house.
“Get the fuck outta my house!” I bark back.
Dealing with company is the last thing I need right now. I don’t need someone to come into my baby’s room to tell me what a useless piece of shit I am.
“What the fuck did you do?” Prince yells at me from the door.
“What do you think?” I demand. “You came into my house! You came into my temple and started yelling. Would you kindly fuck right off?” I yell at the president.
He stomps over to me, kneeling on the floor punching me across the face. I chuckle at the physical pain. I feel and taste the blood flooding my mouth. “What the fuck happened?”
I growl. “Why do you care? You’re the reason why she’s gone.”
“This is about Bella?” He demands and shakes my arm. “You’re in a room, smelling like shit because you’ve lost some chick?”
“She wasn’t some chick, prez. I don’t know how to explain it. I don’t fucking know!”
He growls. “What the fuck are you gonna do about it? Sit in here and blow some more coke up your nose? You’re a Diablo, Diablos don’t sit in a room and cry like a little bitch!”
Each word he says doesn’t register. All I can think about is Bella’s beautiful face. Everything I’ve done to push her away and made her feel like a piece of ass.
“I’m not cryin’,” I complain.
“You need help, brother,” Prince suggests and sits across from me. “You can’t be a brother and be on this shit. I won’t allow it.”
