P S Y C H E

Chapter Thirty Three

Mia

After watching that guy get his ass absoulutely handed to him, I turned and looked over to see Tony just observing. Honestly did not know what to expect from it, truth be told. I wait patiently for some reaction but, receive nothing. The master of control in all honesty.

    Looking back towards the ring, there wasn't the man at the restaurant, there was a beast. An absolute fucking beast. He didn't stop and I could see the red in his eyes. He didn't seem sweet. Ruthless. Competitive.

Surviving.

It was as if that was exactly what the man was doing. He had so much pent up anger that it was showing with every punch to the jaw.

    I prayed for whoever pissed him off. He looked like he was fighting for vengeance. It was smooth though. Like a dance and not sloppy like the way my aunt and her boyfriend usedto beat on us.

    It had me asking questions to myself.

    If Leah was okay. Her safety. Grades. Everything you could think of.

    I watched him finally take the high ground in this situation before beating the guy to the point he wasn't breathing. I shut my jaw. Stiffened my posture and tried not to morn the man. They know what they sign up for. The main question though is, did he deserve to die. Tony begins talking to me but I don't hear a single thing and get lost in my head. Would I ever see Aj the same? Why was I here? Why was I looking at Aj like that in the first place? It's obvious I came to support Jaeden.

    This just can't be real.

    I watch him walk off the ring and into the room behind the ring and watch Jaeden size him up. Like he didn't just kill a man?! Is Jaeden fucking insane, dumb, or just plain stupid? It was confusing. Why was I angry? Why was my heart clenching so badly? Why was I feeling anything? I didn't know that man.

    But he had a family.

    Just like almost everybody here.

    He wasn't special. "Get your shit together, Mia. You wanted to be included so badly and now you are. I can see all the little gears in your brain moving. Keep it together." I turn and face him, scoffing. "Not everyone can be a master of control, Petrov. That guy just lost his life!"

    "Shut up bitch and quit your yapping or get out." Somebody yelled. How could they be so... heartless? I was used to being cold but this was something else entirely. I'd have to admit it. I then watched as people began to cheer for Jaeden and everything he stood for. Like he owned the ring. Like he owned the guy in front of him. I had a feeling he would make this dude his bitch for the rest of the night.

    This wasn't like how we pictured the movies. It was, wrong. Morally and utterly wrong. That man deserved nothing of the sort. Sure, maybe a better profession but jesus. It was to late.