CHAPTER FOUR

ZAYN

“Yo man! Shit was dope out there. Dude was real fucking pissed. See his face? Bet he'd need stitches for that split,” Rowan came into the dressing room after me, laughing as he patted my shoulder.

I flexed my neck, feeling a slight crack. I grabbed a bottle of water from the table, gulping its contents in a go.

“Heard he wants to double up for a rematch. Five thousand bucks on the line man. That's crazy,” he said, amused at the fact that I just won the match and that made him twenty-five hundred grand richer.

I wasn't moved by his request for a rematch because I knew I'd just beat him again.

I took off my boxing gear and grabbed a black hoodie from my bag, pulling it over my head, slightly wincing as it brushed against the bruise on my knuckles.

“Need some ointment for that?” Rowan asked, pointing at my hand.

“I'm good,” I replied, swinging my bag over my shoulders. I loved the pain. It gave me something real to hold on to. It was a way to divert all my anger into something more physical.

I felt a vibration in my pants pocket and I pulled out my phone, the last name I wanted to see flashing on the screen.

Dad.

I turned off my phone and put it back into my pocket. “I need a smoke,” I said to Rowan, heading towards the exit to the underground fighting building for some fresh air. I felt him following behind me even without looking back.

Some girls waved and flashed their tits at me to try to get my attention but I didn't look their way twice.

I was in no fucking mood tonight and the last thing I wanted was some crazy fucking bimbo clinging to me.

The night breeze hit my skin as I stepped out from the building, pulling out a cigarette stick and lighting it, taking a large drag from it and puffing out the smoke.

It seemed to calm me down a bit.

“Still game for the race with the Locardis tomorrow night?” Rowan asked.

“Midnight?” I asked, verifying the time while taking another drag of smoke.

“Yeah. I got your McLaren 720S serviced,” He informed, and that put a smile on my face.

That car was my baby right there.

“Great,” I said, moving ahead to my BMW M8 packed in the private parking lot.

“See you tomorrow and don't be late!” He called after me as I walked to my car.

I unlocked the car and got in, throwing my bag into the back seat.

I took another drag of the smoke and slowly puffed through my lips slightly parted. I raked my fingers through my damp hair as I rested my elbows on the steering wheel.

My skull felt like I was run through by a truck and I felt something wet trailing down my temple. I touched the spot and saw red on my finger tips.

I took one last drag before dousing the cigarette and throwing it out through the window. I started the car and the engine roared to life, the sound fueling an adrenaline within me.

I'd always been obsessed with the thrill of racing and fighting. The adrenaline burst was just indescribable. The best fucking feeling in this world.

But right now, I needed something stronger to numb me tonight and so I drove to the one place I could get the nice substance — Sexy Peaches.

I parked at my regular spot, just at the back of the club, away from the fucking CCTV cameras. Wouldn't want ‘Dad’ monitoring my every move.

I reached for my bag at the back, pulling out some cash before I made my way inside. The bouncers quickly let me in and I took the first turn on my left to where the dealer was.

I got to his office and the men that guarded his door made way for me to pass when they saw who I was, not wanting to get on my bad side. The bruises on my face may have added to the look of fear I saw in their eyes. But screw them!

I threw the stack of cash on his table and that act caused the dealer to look up, his leg crossed on the table in front of him.

“Look who we have here,” he said, a smirk forming on his face. I wished to fucking wipe it off his face. “The mighty Zayn Santiago. To what do I owe this pleasant visit?” He asked, trying to pretend he didn't fucking know why I was here and it infuriated the hell out of me.

“I want the crystals,” I said plainly, getting straight to the point, not wanting to spend a second more than needed in this goddamn place.

“Oh right,” he laughed. Pulling open one of the drawers attached to the table. “We got some new stuff. You'd definitely like this one,” He threw a sealed bag of white substance on the table.

I tried to reach for it but he placed his leg over the bag to stop me from grabbing it. “Isn't the regular price anymore,” he lifted his brow, hinting that I needed to pay more.

I hissed and pulled out more cash, throwing it on the table while he chuckled and moved his leg away from the bag. “That's why I like you. You always pay full price. And in cash too,” He said, grabbing the two bundles of cash I threw on his table and counting them.

I didn't spare him a second. I grabbed the bag and made my way out, grabbing a full bottle of alcohol from the shelf towards the door.

I heard him chuckle from behind me. “See you again soon my boy,” there was a teasing edge to his voice but I didn't give two fucks.

I got to a secluded corner and ripped off the seal from the bag and poured some of the substance on the back of my thumb and inhaled.

This was heaven.

I leaned back against the wall with my head thrown back, relinquishing in this heavenly bliss. Pure bliss.

I opened the bottle and drank straight from it till my vision almost blurred over.

Perfect. Exactly what I needed tonight.

I made my way out through the back, the same way I came from but I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard a loud scream.

“Let me go!” A female voice sounded. I ignored it, making my way to my car.

This was a club and whatever happening was definitely not my business. Maybe they were into some weird ass kink or role play.

Shit like that happens a lot.

I reached my car, threw the things into the back and got into the driver's seat when I heard the same voice, now louder and more terrified.

Something about the way her voice sounded didn't sit right with me. I got out of the car and hurried to the direction of the voice, swearing on my left nuts that if I found two fucked up people into some messed up role play, I'd be sure to make sure they spend the rest of the fucking night in a cell.