Chapter 57 Chapter 57 Not My Kind of Fight Night
"I don't care about the damn fight. Did you hear the shit he was saying to Sergey?" I am so mad and I'm already three shots into the night.
Gemma is just nodding at me. Grabbing my shoes from the closet I stumble, drinking on an empty stomach will do that. Mason told Sergey he loves fucking the bitch he was whipped over last year. Monday night, I wanted to kill him at the gym, he apologized again. My neck is still bruised, my voice is almost back to normal, the alcohol is not helping the burn. I am so mad, working out hasn't helped to release this anger, the little red monster is resting on my shoulder smiling.
"I am so sick of fucking apologies!" I grab my bag from my bed and we exit my bedroom.
Dimitri is standing by the door in his perfectly fitted suit. He wears one handgun and something semiautomatic that looks scary. Both firearms are nuzzled under his jacket, you can't see them unless he shows you. He has been amazing all week. I feel bad when he is always standing around, especially at school. All my teachers make him sit because he looks intimidating standing up. Miss Ortiz flirts with him everyday, she is my Spanish teacher. I can't blame her, he is stunning, he has glacier blue eyes and curly brown hair. He slicks his hair back but I have seen him fresh out of a shower, heat washes over my face and I look away from him.
Tish insisted we need a girls night of dancing and drinking. Mason was disappointed I refused to go to his fight, the sad girl inside me feels bad for not supporting him. The girl he choked out and talked shit about is angry at him.
Dimitri drove us, the best part about having him here. I feel bad he is having to babysit my drunk ass but it's nice to let go and enjoy myself. Erika insisted we go to the Studio, good thing I am too drunk to protest. Memories of my time with Sergey come bubbling back up, I bundle them up and push them back down.
We walk through the casino floor, I pull at my dress nervously, it's not riding up but my hands can't help themselves. We go straight to the bar and take a seat. Erika orders us shots, we each do three shots and then get something to sip on. My mind becoming fuzzier by the minute, my body relaxes into the music and lowlights. Dimitri stands by as Tish and Erika talk about their winter break plans, Gemma is ogling a guy at the end of the bar.
"Elena??? Why are you not celebrating with your boyfriend?"
It's Alek. I don't need to turn to see who it is but why would Mason be here? The fight was across town in the new arena.
Gemma turns and smiles.
"Get out of the way Dimitri!!!" she urges.
"I don't work for you Gemma!" he spits and turns his face toward me. "Diamond???"
"Let him through!" I say under my breath as I turn to face him.
Alek kisses each side of my face and hugs me. "Why are you here Alek?"
"What's wrong with your voice?"
I move my hair and show him the bruise that still lingers on my skin, then I hide it again. Alek's eyes fill with anger, he pushes Dimitri out of the way and points to the VIP area above. I scan through the people, Sergey is sitting down, his wife on his lap. Our eyes meet for a second but I continue to look for Mason.... Matthews, Olivery and then Mason. A cold raspy laugh slips from my lips. Mason is kissing someone, there is a blonde head bobbing up and down on his lap. I bring the glass to my lips and down, half of the drink. I am over this, over him and his apologies and I can already hear another one coming.
Alek sticks his fingers in his mouth and whistles over the loud club music. Mason rips his lips away from whoever he is kissing, his eyes pop as he sees me. The whole VIP section is looking at Alek and I. There is nothing I can do so I lift my glass to him while I shake my head. I finish the rest of my drink and set the glass down.
"Take me home Dimitri!"
Gemma hugs me and tells me to go, her and the girls can get home on their own. Dimitri leads me out of the club. It's not until I step out that I can breathe. My throat burns so bad, it's going to be tea for me as soon as we get home.
"He is coming after you!" says Dimitri, he cradles my lower back as we move away from the club.
I can hear Mason yelling in the background, he keeps calling my name out but I don't stop not until he calls me "Elena". He does not get to call me that. I turn and walk back toward him determined to tear him a new asshole. I walk so fast, Dimitri is having a hard time keeping up with me. Mason smiles like he won something. Matthews, Olivery and Brown are out there with him. Alek and Sergey too, all their damn girls, Sergey's wife holding his hand.
"What do you want Mason?" I ask holding my throat, then I push my hair off of my shoulder displaying his artwork on my neck. "Wait, don't tell me...you are sorry!" I smile like a just escaped the looney bin.
Mason opens his mouth to speak but I cut him off. "I am so done with whatever this was....I'm sorry I nutted in my pants, I'm sorry I got mad, I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm sorry I said those things about you....go ahead you little bitch....say it again....for old time's sake!" I taunted him and his hand went up like he wants to hit me.
Dimitri grabbed him so fast, twisting his right arm backwards holding him in place. His friends tried to approach but Dimitri flashed his gun at them.
"I am sorry!!!" he almost sounds sincere but then he looks up at Dimitri. "Let go dog, you are going to break my arm!"
"Break it Dimitri!"
"Are you sure diamond?"
"Break it!" my voice fades away.
Mason screams in pain as Dimitri snaps his arm like it's a toothpick.
"Fuck you, Elle!"
I stare at him, cold.
"No Thanks!"