𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘?

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Kai black

Pulling out of the driveway I speed down the street, furious.

I'm afraid of my anger, I'm mostly afraid of what I could do because of my anger and I know she would hate me if I fucking do something I would regret.

But my anger gets the best of me, I try to control how I react but it doesn't work, she tells me to breathe but that shit wasn't working right now.

I need to let my anger out and I know exactly how I'm going to.

I check my phone one more time to see the message I got from Ronnie. The message that pissed me off. and now she's scared of me.

I'm a fucking idiot.

R.: "so this is why you're still in Italy after you finished the job, a fucking girl? Now I know why you've been so distracted, son... Get on a plane. We need to talk."

I scroll up to see the photos just above the message of me on the beach with Ava, there's only one fucking person that could've sent this.

I throw my phone back onto the dashboard my anger rising quickly at the thought of him.

I speed down the street for a while longer before finally making it to Matteo's club.

I look up at the giant building, I could hear the music blasting and the lot is filled and there's a shit load of people just standing outside.

I get out of my car with force walking up to the front of the club, I skip the line and the guard lets me in once he notices it was me.

I look around the stuffy club to see women everywhere, from on stage, on men, and even on the floors.

My jaw visibly tightened, Matteo is a fucking sick bastard.

I push past the crowd of sweaty people and fine the wide staircase, I rush up the steps and finally make it onto the top floor where Matteo and his buddy's hand out.

I don't even think twice before I kick the door open, heads instantly snap to mines but only one person catches my eye.

"Cousin, You finally made it," Matteo said with a knowingly smirk plastered on his face.

He won't be smiling when I'm done with him.

I was fuming my hands were clenched at my sides, it took everything in me to not kill his ass right there.

"And all it took for you to join us was a little picture I-" I didn't let him finish his sentence.

Within a second I was on top of him throwing punches right after the other, he got a few punches in himself.

I kept one hand on the collar of his shirt keeping his head up while my right hand repeatedly slammed into his face.

I felt some of his buddy's trying to pry me off but they couldn't get me off of him, I was too angry.

I knew I needed to stop, if I didn't stop now I would kill him.

But I couldn't stop I kept throwing punches, his face was so bloody it was almost unrecognizable, finally, he went limp.

And that's when I finally stopped. I knew he wasn't dead, just passed out.

I heard some sounds of a gun clicking and I finally look up, all of his buddies have their weapons aimed at me.

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