Mason Adler is a rich boy, too well developed for his own good. His parents being the well settled, striking pair of a lawyer and a doctor, raise the standards when they move to a new block in the higher circles of the Upper East Side, where the hou...
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Warning: Mature Scene Ahead
He opened the box as she sat in her track shorts and the crop top. There was a dim yellow light echoing in the room from the bed side table and the curtain was lightly drawn away, letting a stubborn ray of the moon's reflection from the ice stuck on the fountain outside. When he didn't do anything but just share a look, she slumped obediently, turning to his lap, straddling, folding her legs around him.
"Underground fighting? Are you serious?" He asked, "You do realize how made up that sounds, right?"
Her stern face spoke a different story.
"Okay, I... give me a few minutes to digest, will you? Your girlfriend just tells you that she isn't just a wrestler but also is involved in illegal groups, tends to take a while to digest." He murmured, dabbing cotton swabs on her back. Though he couldn't see her face, which rested in the crook of his neck, he could imagine the pained expression as he dabbed harshly on the road rash on her waist. The more she groaned, the harsher the dab. He was angered by this reckless development of her.
"I'll kill you." She moaned.
"I bet, mafia lord."
"Shut up." She muttered, dropping her head. Her cold mouth, touching his skin, almost caressing away his anger.
"This will bruise." He discarded the swab.
"I told you we're fucked up, Mason." She bit out, her voice vibrating in his skin, almost tickling him.
"I expected depression or some shit, Stormy. Forgive me if I didn't imagine the mafia world."
"God damn it, it's not mafia. Do you even know what a Mafia is?" She moved out, her face red and eyes holding something heavy.
"I don't care what a mafia is Raina, the hell you doin'? Explain that to me." He fought. She grumbled trying to move but he turned them over on the bed and sat on top of her, now caging her hips between his knees. She breathed, staring at his stern face. He was pissed, confused and a little scared in the moment. Pissed that she had a secret so dangerous, confused whether this could truly be the reality as of the moment and scared because the bruises he'd seen and the tiredness he'd read on her in the past months of knowing her, he worried she may not be as built for this as she wished to be.
"I...It's something I have to do. It's hard to explain but I'm telling you this because of what happened at the party." She gulped, "Mason, I warned you about us. It wasn't some twilight thing, warning you that I'm dangerous. It's just something that I'm mixed up in and it's not healthy. Also, illegal in some places."
"Every place. It's called illegal for a reason." He fought.
"All I can tell you is that I do this. This is where I sneak off to in the nights. I have a dealer. He sets my games up and picks me up before every game." She explained, "I'm telling you this because I like you." Her cold hands, sliding carefully on his wrists on each side of her shoulders, "I don't want to... just fuck you and get this over with. Mason, I like you and when I saw your mom feeling unsure of this, I knew that you might fight for her to understand. So, I was planning on breaking this off. With secrets, it's not healthy."
