MY Possessive Mafia Men

MY Possessive Mafia Men

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

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

serious. I knew he was trying to rile me up, hoping I had got angry so I would slip up and

state of mind unless I was fighting or when I was around

around, I disrupted his rhythm with a quick

beneath my knuckles brought me

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

are you dragging this out? Come

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

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take me out and launched a series of

cheering my nickname as I gave my opponent precisely what he had asked for. He might have thought he had a chance

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past days on the man in front of me. When he fell down, I went t after him and

f******

for his

went through the

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

used as a

over my body. As the adrenaline left my body started to feel the pain I had am**ed throughout the match.

none of

because now that I didn't have anything else to focus on,

to Angelia, just like it

s did.

knowing we had broken her trust was far worse. I wouldn't blame her if she despised us for it, we deserve it. From

get her, we made a **

her but

John called out but didn't wait for

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

were far from friends but I could depend on

of the winnings." He waved the

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