Chapter 24
Mason
Raul catches me before I leave the club. His heavy hand grabs my shoulder and he grunts out a greeting. “Where the fuck do you think you're going?”
I’m angry at being stopped by this asshole. I can’t believe he would stop me like this. Like I work for him. “Not that it's any of your fucking business, but I'm going home.”
By the look in his eyes, I can tell he likes that I'm leaving. “Finally realize that Lucian isn’t the wife type?”
I take out the anger and frustration from Andrew on Raul. He’s pissing me the fuck off. Andrew and Raul are both trying to get me to doubt myself and leave Lucian. I know I’m not a true submissive, but I want Lucian. I want her so badly.
“What the fuck is your problem with me? I did nothing to you and all you do is grunt and growl at me. Is it because you want Lucian to yourself? Are you jealous?” I spit the words out at him, and he looks surprised. “I'm done with you talking to me like I'm shit. What is your problem?” I demand again.
A burning sensation and heat hits me across the face. It takes me a second to realize he punched me. He fucking punched me? I form a fist and punch him in the jaw. His head tilts to the side with a wicked smile on his face.
“Do you know who I am? What I am capable of, little boy? Lucian might be playing with you right now. But it’s only a matter of time before she remembers where she came from. You don’t know the first thing about dating a street chick!” He growls.
My fists close around the air, trying to stop myself from throwing punches at Raul. I don’t know who he is and I’m not exactly the fighting type. I want to fucking punch him in the face for doubting me. This fucking bastard.
I find strength I didn’t know I had by shaking out my fists. Instead, I bare my teeth and decide to be the bigger man here.
“Fuck you,” I grunt and walk out.
He chuckles. “She's like the sun. You want to be in her glow, but she has darkness. Her darkness will swallow you up whole. Get out while you can. Lucian will eat you whole and you will never escape.”
I turn to look at him. “Then why are you still fucking here?”
“Because I have shit to finish.”
He turns to walk out from me. This fucking asshole.
Why does everyone think I’m not good enough for Lucian? Or that I’m not right for her? I get she’s something more than what she’s letting on, what else could it be. I don’t get it.
Do I need to go around picking fights with people in hopes of proving I’m tough? I’m a fucking chef. I cook. I don’t fight.
“You know what, Raul?” I bark at his back.
He turns to look at me momentarily. “What do you want, little boy?”
“Stop trying to get into my business. I don’t need you in my shit trying to tell me what I am and what I’m not. I don’t need it.”
Raul smirks. “You got something else to say? Back in my neighborhood, we didn’t fight with words, pussy. We fought with fists.”
I don’t know if I could take him. I want to.
“Fuck this. Fuck you, Raul,” I mumble under my breath and walk past him. I need to get out of here before I get myself killed.
Plus, I have a date to get ready for.
Walking home, I think hard on what I’m going to do. Should I just let this go? I don’t want to be. I don’t want to be a fucking pussy who lets others dictate my life.
And I really like the feeling I get with Lucian. She truly is the sun.
I’m just waiting to get burned.