The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Eighty-Eight

On the day we were heading back I had shut off the ringtone to my phone as it had been going off non stop since about nine that morning, all from Sav. Paragraphs on paragraphs about how sorry she was and that it would never happen again however I didn't care. I would rather have her say all of it to my face so I could see her not be able to lie to me, and if she did, I could at least tell.

Throughout the entire drive I was ignoring it lighting up to the point I stuffed it in my jacket pocket and wished that I was driving my Senna back home. Though I couldn't sit in it any longer then an hour when I first got it so I may have sent it back to McLaren and special ordered seats that were comfy, along with had the torque, horsepower, and wheels upgraded, along with getting the chassis refitted to look like the Senna GTR which only made it look more intimidating when I drove it through New York at night.

Yeah, I maybe used the fact I had money a little too much.

Getting back to the Hamptons after dropping everyone off including Nico who had actually asked me to drop him off when I got home so he could walk home, since he had sat almost all day.

"What's the plan now?" Nico asks as I park the Brabus in the garage and slip out of the truck.

"I'm taking out the Senna, I've been daydreaming about driving it the whole time I was on the road today, I also need to confront Sav about the million messages she had sent me today," I reply spinning the key as we left the garage which I left the farthest door open.

"If you want my honest opinion, I don't think she's the one mate, you two might be dating, and I'll never hold that against you, but if she had slapped you for whatever happened, I've known you long enough to know you'd never lay a hand on anyone that was close to you, let alone raise your voice to them. So, if she brings this out in you be cautious of it," Nico says and I can see the genuinity in his eyes.

I'd known him since I was five it's been eleven years by this point, he was always there for me, even if I didn't tell him it helped, I think he knew.

"How do you walk away from someone you love Nico. I've known her since I was fourteen, it's been two almost three years. I wanted to get close to her and clearly, she did too, and now what am I supposed to do about my own fucking girlfriend groping me, because that's what she did," I remark before having the feeling of punching something so I started breathing in and out, whilst clenching and unclenching my fists.

Calm down Winters.

"That shit is stereotyped to happen to girls, and no one ever bothers to talk about the fact it happens to boys too," I snap before punching the stucco wall around my garage and feeling the sharpness of my skin splitting, and the bone underneath it being taxed. I had permanent scars from not using gloves even doctors had noted the layer of scar tissue under my skin that acted like the wrapping that most fighters were supposed to use because I typically didn't use that or gloves. I started to because Taz noticed it, and that I was getting stronger so he forced me to, and refused to let me use any of the bags without them.

"Ah fuck," I mutter as blood runs down my hand.

Nico then sighed and took my phone from me before using the face feature to get into it and unlocked my house.

"You're my best friend and like a brother, but Jesus mate," he says jogging off.

I maybe waited all of a minute before he was back with alcohol wipes, polysporin, and medical bandages, which he expertly used to clean and wrap the wound on my hand.

"Masochist," he muses as I didn't even flinch at the alcohol wipe making contact with my cuts.

"I've done this enough times it doesn't bother me," I reply before he full force tight wraps the last of the cut length he brought since mine has double sided glue pads that are the same stickiness as what gets used to put together people's homes.