His Identity

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|Nick's POV|

Hands reach out to me as I walk through the crowd to the door. I shrug them off as much as I can. These people adore me for god knows what reason. I hate them. I don't even know them.

Fighting is a way for me to vent. Taking it out on myself is not enough. I need to inflict pain on someone and I do it here. Nobody who volunteers to get in the ring and fight is innocent. They're all messed up in some way, pretty much like me which is what makes it easier for me to fuck them up without remorse.

I might not have been completely honest about everything. This underground fight club is one of the reasons why there are so many bodies out there.

Poor Derek or Dominic— Nat's dad thinks it's gangs' work. He is not entirely wrong though. Some of the gangs really are planting bodies out there to get 'noticed' by their favorite mafia bosses. They think it's a game. Fuckin' children.

"Nice fight, as always. I am proud," Gabe, one of the usual in this place says, patting me on the shoulder as if I did it for him. He can very unkindly fuck off.

I wave him off, not bothering to talk to him because one, I really don't want to. Gabe is nice and all but he thinks that we're friends because I hired him to work in here. This club is one of the many that I've bought when I decided to settle in Chicago.

And second, I have way better people to talk to and she is waiting for me to take her home.

I could've had Zale drop her off, I know he would have without question. But no. I'd rather do that myself. I get to spend time with her, something I like doing quite a lot actually.

I keep on walking I'm out of the club, in the parking loft where my car is. I'm not surprised when I see that Zale and Aveline are already there. She's leaning against my car as if it's hers and she doesn't make a move to step away even though she sees me.

Zale approaches me but I don't bother looking at him. I like staring at Aveline, and I know she knows it. She never complained so I guess she likes it. Because I don't complain either when she stares back.

She stares at me as if she's reading me. She always does that. She tries to figure out what's on my mind. Bet she'd run if she finds out that I'm currently thinking of all the things I'd like to do to her against that very fucking car.

I need to get laid. It's been almost two months since I've fucked anyone. Thing is, I can't. I've tried, but all I've seen is Aveline's face instead of the woman who was with me. It is fucking pathetic and embarrassing. Not that I plan on telling that shit to anyone.

Well, except Ryver. I might have told him about my issue the other day when we were at some club just the two of us. I needed someone's advice and it's not like I could've gone to Rhys or Zale about it.

Ryv told me to go after her because he's damn sure she wants me too. I know that. I can see it. But I don't just want her. And this is so fucking bad because last time I was with a girl, bad shit happened. But what could possibly go wrong this time? And I'm pretty fuckin' sure that Aveline is not some spy or something. She's been here before me. I walked into her life, not the other way round.

I've been hanging out with Ryver a lot lately and quite honestly, he's not bad at all. He's easy to be friends with, he's funny, smart and everything you want in a friend. But there's something not okay with him. I wanna know what but he doesn't want to talk about it. I respect that. I told him that I'll always be there for him and it's true. I don't plan on going anywhere. Not now, not ever. I've built a life here, I like it. I don't want it to change. I'm not going to let it.