The Wrong Tour||Season One

Prologue

"Irina what are you doing?" Toni questions eyeing out hers and Stephens linked arms. They ignore him walking past as if he were a ghost and stroll towards the large crowd of dancing people and flashing lights. Frustrated and confused he grabs her hand but she shakes it off muttering "Just back off Toni." His fists clench as his throat begins to swell in anger. Smirking Stephen grabs Irina's hand pulling her into the crowd away from Toni "Stop acting like her guard dog mut," That was the last straw for Toni. With eyes set only on Stephen he charges at him. It takes a second before Stephen is suddenly on the floor. The crowd parts all eyes focused on the two of them now. Irina gasps covering her mouth in shock. Unfazed Stephen gets up wiping his nose as it pours red all over the dirty floor. Shaking the blood off his hands he stretches his arms as Toni starts to circle him. He isn't scared of Toni, if anything he's itching for a fight. Anything to make him feel. "You know better then to start fights with a guy like me Toni," Stephen murmurs under his breath. In a way he's pre warning him. Reminding him of what he is capable of. "I don't care Stephen. Irina is the last straw I'm over you trying to take everything that's mine" Stephen cackles. "When have I ever had to try,"  That's it. Toni goes to throw another punch but Stephen dodges it. Again and again he try's but Stephen dodges every blow with ease. Panting Toni begins to lose energy as his punches get weaker. Stephen continues to defend against him not throwing one punch in return. He's waiting for his moment because when it comes he knows Toni won't have the energy to fight back. Patiently Stephen waits and eventually Toni decides to give up, every muscle in his body aching. All strength driven from his body. Stephen scoffs and rolls up his sleeves. "My turn" he mutters before throwing Toni to the floor and hacking at him. People start to scream as Stephen mercilessly throws blows to Tonis face. He'll definitely need a few facial repairs after this one. Lifting him by the collar he mutters "Don't ever try me again Toni or next time you won't make it out alive. And you know the connections I have with the police force, I won't be serving any time for your death. " Releasing his collar he lets him fall to the floor and pulls out a white handkerchief from his coat pocket wiping his hands before throwing it on the floor next to him. "Clean yourself up. You look disgusting," He mutters as he starts to stroll towards the exit. Everyone parts way for him in fear but he ignores them. Why should he care he doesn't know any of them. They're all irrelevant to him. Irina follows behind him tripping over her own feet. She looked a mess as if she'd been crying. Stephen stared at her in disgust. "Why are you crying? " He muttered leading her outside. " You didn't have to go that far Stephen," He ignores her. Irina doesn't push it any further. She knows better so she stays quiet as she gets in the passenger side. The engine of his black hellcat comes to life roaring like the rage he let build up inside of him. Fighting for him was like an adrenaline rush and he was addicted to it. He thrived in it. Thrived in the pain he got in return from it to. He liked to bleed, it made him feel something. There was something seriously wrong with him.

Authors Note
So I re-edited this chapter. I really just reworded it so I hope you guys like it. I don't really remember what the storyline was so like you guys I'm just reading as I go and once I finish the first section I should have a second planned. Any ideas or thoughts will definitely be greatly appreciated and credit will be given to any ideas I do use. Please guys be brutally honest.

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