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in the water. Rock threw a
few half-hearted punches. Monster swatted them away like flies. With his rage
unbridled, he was a beast.
    A
few minutes later, Rock fell to his knees.
    Monster
put a vise grip on the angry creature inside him, and let Loco call it.
    “Winner
and undefeated champion, Monster.”
    “Monster,
Monster, Monster.” The crowd chanted his name.
    It
was an empty victory, yet it appeased his anger. His bloodlust was sated, but
he found no relief in their adoration. He shuffled toward the entrance and
froze.
    Two
sets of eyes were glued to his. One a fathomless blue, and the other a
hazel-colored pair, wide with what looked like fear.
    His
stomach lurched. Fuck, what is she doing here? Things were going from
bad to worse. “Enjoy the fight?” Monster asked.
    “Looked
like you made out better than Rock,” Chase replied.
    “That’s
the point, to be the last man standing,” he answered Chase’s question, but his
gaze remained locked with Symone’s.
    “Why?”
Symone whispered.
    “Sometimes,
a man has to work things out.”
    “Yeah,
it’s called talking. You should try it sometime. It’s a lot less painful,”
Chase quipped.
    “Women
talk, men use their fists.” Monster shrugged. “The way of shit.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “You
come here to bust my chops?”
    “You
wish I cared that much about you?” Chase shot back.
    He
smirked. The girl always gave as good as she got. He’d give her that.
    “I
wanted to see you,” Symone said.
    “You
did?” he asked.
    “I…”
She glanced around.
    “You
want to talk somewhere more private?” Monster prompted. He searched her face
for signs of fear or discomfort.
    She
nodded.
     “Alright,
my room is this way.” He took her hand and began to lead her away. “Alright,
Chase, we’ll meet up with you in a few.”
    The
blonde opened her mouth and closed it. She turned on her heels and walked away.
    They
reached his room and he opened the door, allowing her to enter first. “I
would’ve straightened up if I knew you’d be in here.”
    “It’s
okay. I—I won’t take up too much of your time.”
    “Why
did you come? You made it pretty clear I wasn’t welcome earlier.” He leaned
back against his door and studied her.
    “I—I
wanted to apologize.”
    “For?”
    “I
said things that were out of line.”
    “No,
you spoke your mind. Don’t apologize for that. I don’t want blind obedience and
submission.”
    “What
do you want?”
    “I
thought I made that clear. You…any way I can have you.”
    “You
said something that didn’t’ sit well with me. You said you were a monster. I
didn’t mean to make you feel like that. It’s not a problem. I’m fucking
terrified of the way you make me feel, and nothing about that feeling is—monstrous.”
    He
ducked down to meet her gaze. “You’re not afraid of me?”
    “Not
in the way you’re thinking. I haven’t known a lot of kindness from men. What
you offer and make me feel. It’s new and I don’t—I can’t trust it.”
    “I
don’t hear you denying it.”
    “No,
I’m not the type of woman who believes in living in denial. It never changes
the truth.”
    “I
don’t want you to fear me, babe. We can take it slow. I told you that.”
    She
glanced up at him. “I don’t know how to be what you want. I—I don’t even know
who I am anymore.”
    “Then
we can find out together.”
    She
laughed. “This is crazy.”
    “What’s
crazy?”
    “You,
this.” She gestured with her hands.
    “Why?”
    “Because
it’s not anything I would’ve expected. How can you be so, so...?”
    He
arched an eyebrow.
    “Unpredictable.”
    “Sure,
let’s go for that. I mean, it’s not exactly the persona you portray.”
    “Babe,
this is only because of you. For you. I see something I want for the first time
in years and I’m dead set on getting it.”
    “I’m
not an it .”
    “No,
babe, you’re everything.”
    “You
don’t even know the can of worms you’re opening with me,” she