Page 64 of Ruin

Fuck, I’m still angry with myself for almost crossing a line I always promised myself I would never cross. There are things I would do, but never until a woman says yes, and because she has me addicted to her, like a goddamn drug addict, I was so close to crossing the line.

Did I beat Vinn up because I was angry with him for touching what’s mine? Or was it because I was angry with myself for doing something I would have regretted for the rest of my life? Then Lileah had to go tell me to wake up, and stop fucking about, because she sees it. Sees what? Then she said I’m full of... and stopped. I knew what she wanted to say, because since coming out of here, I am full of hatred toward the world, but I don’t care.

The line of work we do, I had to become this person. If I was still the happy person I was before, there is no way I could easily kill someone if asked to. Now I do it with a smile.

The large door opens, and the roaring of the people echoes around The Pit. Ignoring everyone, I walk to the fighting ground, and the whole Pit goes quiet.

“Fight! You win, you walk free” I shout for everyone, and look around, turning to see the ones behind me, to see who I can kill just to feel some peace pulsing through my body again. Even if it’s short-lived, I’m happy to take it. “Anyone, I don’t care.” I know Cain has rules for this place, but they might as well get used to things changing here and there, as I’m going to be in charge of this place, too.

“Pretty boy, are you sure you want to die today?” I turn around and see the man who is here because he raped over sixty women, and the police did nothing to him. They let him walk free because they didn’t have any proof. Fucking joke. Even though all the women said it was him, the system failed them, and Cain wasn’t going to let that happen. He didn’t walk in here by himself, like a lot of the others. He was dragged in here.

I watch him walking into the middle, and I smile. I’m happy to kill a rapist. He goes to open his mouth, but I punch him in the jaw quickly, but he doesn’t move. Then he pulls out a knife. He has to be joking. Has he not watched me fight? A knife is like a second part of my hand.

He swings his arm, the blade sweeping past my head as I move back slightly. I step closer to his body, and I quickly strike his upper and lower arm, making it go limb, and I hear the knife clatter on the ground.

Grabbing his arm, I twist it until his palm is facing up, quickly pivoting, I place my shoulder under his elbow and yank down, smiling when I hear the loud crack and the fucker screaming. That is the sound of an arm breaking.

But one thing I’ve learned about this place, you can have broken legs, arms, and hands. No one stops fighting until one of us is dead.

Turning quickly to face him, I punch him in the nose. His blood hits my skin, and it makes me happy.

Not wanting this to finish, I take a step back and let him get himself together, and I crack my neck. This is what I needed, someone to hurt.

I get closer to him, punching him in the ribs, and he quickly connects his fist with my jaw, and another one, and I taste my blood on my lip.

Standing up tall, I wipe the blood away and smile when I suck it off my thumb. I move around him as he tries to hit me again, but this time I move, and punch him a few times, then kick his kneecap hard enough to knock him to his knees.

I dance around him, kicking him in the ribs, over and over again. Then I kick him so hard he falls onto his back, and I jump on top of him, punching his face repeatedly. My hands are covered with his blood, and I don’t stop. He has stopped fighting, which only means one thing: he’s gone. It should make me stop, but I can’t.

Every ounce of anger I have inside me, I’m taking out on his lifeless body, punching his face to the point one of his eyes pops out, and I still don’t stop.

Why am I angry with her?

Why can I not stop thinking about her?

Why is her taste still on my tongue?

“Fuck!” I shout out in a roar, as I’m dragged off the bastard who thought he could fight me.

“Enough!” I hear Cain demanding, I stop.

“Anyone else?” I shout at them all, turning around to make sure I look at everyone watching me. I stop my sights on Big Man, who is smiling.

What’s her name?

I sign back.Don’t know what you mean.

My reply makes him laugh, and he’s laughing so hard it makes everyone look over at him.

No man kills anyone the way you killed him for nothing. Only for a woman.

No name.I sign back to him.

I turn to face Cain. The smile on his face is so big I don’t think I’ve ever seen it before. Not even around Autumn. This is a man who is proud of the monster he’s created.

“Open the door, take this all in. Together, we’re going to rule.” Cain pats my shoulder and laughs. “Welcome to the kingdom.”

I look around, feeling something I’ve not felt before. Control, power, and I’m going to ruin everyone in my path who fucking dares step in my way, or hurt anyone I care for.

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