CHAPTER 10

Adrian's POV

This is it.

All my hard work led me here. “Go shine in there, Kane,” the coach cheered me. 

I brought my players to this stage. For the first time, the Kane City Bulls had the chance to go to the Nationals.

“Welcome to The Final match of the Season,” the commentator said. The voice could be heard all over the stadium.

“This is the March the state has been waiting for. The Eagles Verses our very own new, Kane City Blues,” loud cheers erupted at the sound of my team's name.

“Alright boys,” I turn and face them. “This is it. We play to fucking win.” I am met with grins on all their faces. “Let's fucking win this match,” I shout, wearing my helmet. I turn out into the field and the cheers get louder.

“Did the people come to see the match, or to see the very Athletic Adrian Kane?” the commentator said. “You better believe I came to see Adrian. 60 touchdowns in a tournament, no misses, no fouls. Can you believe that?”

The first commentator spoke again. “Yeah, and the only person on track to success like him was his brother. It's a shame we never got to see him rise,” What the hell? I thought. That person is getting killed after this match. No one fucking talks about Damien when it's my time to shine. 

The match began and just as I thought, it was brutal. The Eagles were the best in the state for a good reason and tonight, I was staking their fucking crown.

“And it's a fucking touchdown,” the crowd screamed as I threw the ball in the air, celebrating my fifteenth touch down. “What a star, what a show.”

The referee blew the half time whistle. “Well, the Kane City Bulls are ahead by ten points. Can they maintain the momentum?”

I tuned out the commentary, rushing for a drink of water. I gulped it quickly. My teammates did the same around me, while the coach shouted at them.

My phone pinged. “That's weird,” I said to myself. An anonymous message.

I opened the message. It could probably be a threat. Sophie was a weak link I hated having, but I still was undecided if I would actually try rescuing her if she got kidnapped by one of my enemies. My father would probably force me to do that though.

What I heard made my blood run cold.

“Fuck, baby,” Sophie moaned. How the fuck is she moaning my name when I am here?

“Fuck yes, Oh my God, you're going to make me come, I'm going to come so hard.”

She's going to come? She's going to fucking come.

I can't breathe. She had never never for once called my name out like that when I fucked her. She never fucking came. I squeezed my phone, breaking the screen in the process.

“Kane, are you okay?” the coach asked. Blood is slowly covering my hands, the glass of my phone cutting me.

“Never been better, boss,” I said. “Well, it's time. Get your head in the game.”

I ran back into the field barely seeing anything. Sophie was mine. She was in debt to my family. Cheating was the greatest sin a Mafia wife could commit. How stupid could she be?

“Kane,” the referee screamed in my face. “Do I need to get you off my fucking field?”

Why was this fool shouting at me?

“No boss,” I shouted back, wearing my helmet again. A few of my teammates cast worried looks my way but I ignored them. It was time to bring this trophy home.

The Eagles member was running for the ball. All I had to do was tackle him, take it and run in the opposite direction. Another touchdown from them and we would be in serious trouble. I made the decision quickly, running after the smaller looking guy. He was fast, but I had trained specifically to move my large body at the speed too.

I dived at him, taking him down to the ground. The referee blew the whistle sharply and I removed my helmet. “Why the fuck are you stopping the match?” I scream.

“You did a fucking foul, Kane,” the referee said. I looked at the guy, bent over in pain.

“I did a technical foul,” I shouted pointing at him. That seemed to infuriate the referee more. “Arguing with me after what you just did?” 

He put his hands in his pockets and just as I was about to apologize, the red card stared at me.

“Get out of my field Kane,” spilt flies out from his mouth.

A red card?

I stumbled out of the field, my couch holding my bag already. “Go home,” he said.

Fine. I will go home.

I drove to the house, breaking all the traffic rules and driving like I was possessed. The sounds from Sophie still haunted me, the disrespect at calling my name. Who did she think she could deceive?

I ran inside, hoping the bitch had an explanation for what I heard. She was in the room, her golden hair, her fucking smell all over my room. 

“Sophie,” I said.

She jerked in shock. “Adrian,” she said. “You're back early?”

This bitch.

“What exactly do you mean by I am back early, Sophie?” I said quietly. I close the door, locking it behind me. The sound of the click filled the room and she stared at me. “I mean you're back from your game early” she said, her lips trembling.

“Really, Sophie? Do you have anything you want to tell me?”

Sophie swallowed. “No.”

I took out my broken phone from my pocket and her eyes widened in fear. “Let's listen to this, shall we?”

The sound of her cheating on me filled the room and I watched her reaction, her little tremors her body couldn't hide. 

“Adrian, you have to believe me,” she started. “It is you, You can hear me call out your name.”

Oh the lying bitch.

I walked to my closet, grabbed the knife I kept there for self defense and came back into the room. She had backed into a corner, crying like she expected me to believe her fucking tales.

“I will ask you only once, Sophie.” She nods. “Who was that?”

“You,” she replied shakily.

I grabbed her and threw her against the wall. “Don't you fucking lie to me,” I scream. Sophie cries out in pain, clutching her shoulder that took the severity of the hit. Before she could speak again, I grabbed her neck, pressing the sharp blade of my knife against her pale throat.

“Adrian,” Sophie glanced at the knife. “Adrian, baby please.”

She had called the fucker baby too.

I pressed the knife deeper into her skin, letting it slice open a bit. A thin cut showed, and blood stained my knife. I removed the knife and hit her head on the wall so many times.

“Fucking bitch, why the fuck should I not just kill you right now,” I screamed. “Who the fuck is it?”

Sophie appeared to be dazed, so I slapped her. Her head bounced back with the force of my hit, but I couldn't care less. 

“Since you want to be a slut and come on people's dick, you better come on my fucking dick. If not, you're dead Sophie.”

I took off my jersey shorts and plunged into her, keeping the knife at her neck. 

“Adrian,” she cried weakly, I moved harder inside her, pressing the knife deeper into her throat. One move and she would be fucking dead.

“Come one,Sophie. Want to live?” I taunt. “Do you want to fucking be alive?”

“Yes,” she said, tears rushing in torrents. “Then fucking come in my dick.”

I plunge her brutally, feeling her walls tighten around me. “Is this how he fucking talks to you? You make yourself a cheap whore, you're my property Sophie. I do not fucking share my properties.”

“Fuck,” I groan loudly into the room, pumping her full of cum. 

She lies down there, crying as I get up. “Be fucking grateful I did not kill you,” I spit on her. She flinches as it hits her neck wound and I know it fucking stings.

“Tell your lover. If I catch him near you again,” I said, “I would kill him.”