Page 25 of The Fight For Survival

I hope he heard the betrayal I felt by his actions in my tone. I'm so fucking pissed at him for this, and it's not just because I'm jealous. DamonknewMia and Cade were together, and he still did it. And Cade? Tomorrow I'm going to Cade's to find out what the fuck he was thinking cheating on Mia like he did. After that, I'm going to find a way to get out of this deal with the bosses of Noxious. I need to leave this town. While I still have the strength to.

Cade

Apoundinginmyhead wakes me from my slumber. Why does it hurt so much? Opening my eyes, I find myself on the couch, two bottles of whiskey lying empty next to me. Ah, that's why.

"Fuck," I mutter, laying my head against the back of the couch and closing my eyes.

A slamming of a cup and liquid sloshing over it gets my attention, snapping my eyes open. Mia stands over me with her hands on her hips and her hard eyes on me. The coffee table now has more coffee on it than in the cup. I'm confused by her angry face and stiff posture for a second.

Flashes of Damon on his knees and taking my cock in his mouth hits me full force. My eyes snap to Mia, and I stand, ignoring the nausea and dizziness taking over my body.

"I see you remember last night?" Mia asks, folding her arms and looking up at me. Feeling my insides quivering from the drink? Anxiety? Probably both, I speak.

"Fuck, yeah. Shit, Mia, I don't know why I did it," I croak, rubbing the back of my neck. Mia unfolds her arms, leaving them at her sides. "He was there for you when you were hurt and angry and didn't have anyone else," she states.

I study her, but she looks down, not meeting my eyes. I narrow mine, staring at her. "Sounds like you know what that's like," I speak slowly, suspicious, as my stomach turns over. I cross my arms, not taking my eye off her. She laughs, but it's forced. "I don't know what you're talking about," she turns her back on me. Grabbing her arm, I spin her back towards me. Her eyes widen, and she starts chewing on the inside of her bottom lip, telling me exactly what I need to know. She is guilty of something herself.

"Tell me," I growl, barely restraining the anger. Do I have a right to be angry about anything? not really, but I don't care. I'm fuckingpissed. She opens her mouth to speak when the front door opens. Mia's eyes go wide, and her cheeks glow red. I look over my shoulder and see Braylon standing there. He looks at Mia with a softness I've not seen on his face before. My stomach flips as I look back at Mia. She's looking at me with wet eyes and presses a hand over her mouth.

I'm heading towards Braylon in an angry stride, a growl leaving my throat as I push him. "Cade," Mia chokes out. Braylon is a professional fighter, steady on his feet, which is why he doesn't move much of my shove. I stare at him, showing him the hurt and betrayal I feel from his actions. Because I know by the guilt on his face he's touched my woman.

He's pretty beaten up from last night, and that's why I'm not punching the fucker for what he did. I go to shove him again, though, needing to get my anger out somehow, but Mia steps in front of me, pushing on my chest. "Cade, stop!" I look at her in disgust, shaking my head, "how could you?"

Her stricken look turns angry. Pushing me away, she shouts, "How couldyou?"I stare at her and sigh, scrubbing my hands down my face. My head beating along with my pulse. I know I'm a fucking hypocrite. I can understand how it must look on the outside. That I have the right to seek comfort from someone else, but she isn't.

But shehurtme last night with her deceit, and I think that's the main reason I'm angry. And that my friend went after my girl. I can be pissed about that, right?

I open my mouth to apologize when the front door opens again, and Kane comes storming in, Damon hot on his heels. "Why didn't we lock the fucking door?" I ask Mia, causing her to give me a small smile, a giggle slipping past her lips. I send her a smile in return, a hope inside me that we can work through this.

Mia has been my constant in this world, and I don't think I would survive losing her.

Kane looks around at everyone, his eyes landing on me. A flicker of hurt shows in his eyes before a fierce scowl takes over as he marches my way, pushing my chest, and making me stumble back. "What the fuck was you thinking?" I look at Damon, seeing him in a heated argument with Mia.

He has an angry bruise on his cheek that wasn't there when he left here last night. "Eyes on me. I asked you a question," Kane hisses, pushing me again, causing my stomach to lurch. Shit. Shoving past him, I make a beeline for the bathroom, making it just in time to puke into the toilet bowl.

Kane comes into the bathroom, cursing, when he sees me on my knees with my head in the bowl. I hear the tap running, shut off, and then a washcloth shoved in my face. "Here," Kane mutters. I take the cloth, wipe my mouth, flush the toilet, and stand up, going over to the sink to wash my hands and then leaning my hands against the unit.

"I was drunk and angry," I start before splashing my face with some cold water. Kane walks to the sink, turning his back and leaning against it, facing me before crossing his arms over his broad chest.

He has on a dark blue t-shirt showing off his toned bare arms. Would he let me ink them? Probably not. I remember a conversation we had when I turned eighteen. I said the first thing I wanted to do was go and get a tattoo. Kane had laughed and called me crazy, saying that he would never have something permanently marking his skin.

"He was there, listened to me talk about you and Mia. I needed to get out of my head after that." I look in the mirror at my tired reflection. Eyes bloodshot with dark circles sitting under them. Face pale. I look a fucking mess. Never drinking again.

"I wanted him at that moment." Kane pushes off the counter. "I can't listen to this," he swallows hard, walking towards the door. "What is it to you anyway?" I don't get why he is so pissed off. He has no right to demand answers from me when he gives me nothing in return.

He spins around, arms open, palms up. "You cheated on Mia!"

I look at him through the mirror and mutter, "yeah, well, she cheated on me too."

"What?" Kane hisses through his teeth.

"I was just about to get the information before you stormed in like a fucking hero," I smirk his way. I open the cupboard under the sink, pulling out some Tylenol. Pouring some water, I swallow two down. Kane's face is red and angry as he growls, "Who the fuck was it?"

"Braylon," I tell him, causing Kane to leave the bathroom in a rush. Shit.

Braylon

Iwatchinbewildermentas Kane starts on Cade. I came over here to confess to Cade about the kiss I had shared with Mia. I don't regret it, and I would kiss her again in a heartbeat, but I couldn't sleep all night, the guilt eating me up. Cade's my best friend, and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt him. When Mia saw me, she gave it away with her face, and before I could explain, Cade was shoving me. It could have been worse, though. I deserved worse.