𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂 ❶

𝟑𝟑. ✭ 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐘 ✭

A/N:
I think the song perfectly represents Torey's state of mind for the next few chapters.

My mind is all messed up after my conversation with Dani. My father has dropped me on my ass repetitively, this being another one of those times. "Get your fucking head right, Tor." I stand up and try to shake off the things going on in my mind, like seeing the mother of my child bent over and getting fucked by another man. "Stance. Hands." His words seem far away even as he takes a few steps toward me. His fist stops right before cracking me in the jaw. "Torey, what is going on with you?"

"I just... I need a fucking break." I take off my sparring gear and chuck it down before turning away from him.

"Torey?"

"Dad, please, just give me a minute. My head isn't in it right now. I need to get it right." When he goes to reach for me I step away from him and out of the ring. I look over to see my mother sparring with Dani and Brooks with my other father. Brooks is giving him a challenge while Dani is getting her ass handed to her by my mother. I head into the locker room and sit on one of the benches, luckily it's empty because I feel like I'm going to have a fucking mental breakdown.

After a moment of getting my head on semi-straight I head over to my locker and whip out my phone, the one designated for specific calls. I text the number I'd been given if I didn't think I could take much more. 'On the brink' I text the number. On the brink of going fucking crazy.

I've handled a lot of things in the last half decade and change but everything in the last few weeks that's been thrown at me has me feeling like I'm going to snap at any moment. I handled this previously, when all I had to worry about was the syndicate, by fucking someone's brains out and doping myself up beyond recognition. That's not an option now, even though I feel like my head is going to explode.

The second I go to close my bag I hear my other phone go off. I grab ahold of it and see Dedaj's name on the screen. I slam the locker door. I see a large figure enter the locker room, one that looks much like myself. I hold up a hand to my father as I answer the call.

"Bossman?"

"Any updates?"

"No sir. All is the same. I've..." I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. "I've been keeping tabs on the two of them. You know how The Harvey Watch is, it's hard to get him in a conversation alone if he doesn't want to partake." If he only knew just how said individual actually wanted to partake in his daughter with me. I punch the locker in front of me.

"What was that?"

"Nothing to worry about, sir." Just a few small bones in my fist potentially breaking. No big deal.

"I need your particular expertise for the night. Do you think you'll be able to leave?"

"I am here for whatever you need of me, boss. I am your man." I'm not my own anymore. Who knows who the fuck I really am anymore? 

"We've got business with the Turks. I've set up a meeting to stop the madness but I need you to send a message, a very visual one." Translation: I need you to beat the shit out of someone and potentially mutilate them for visual effect. Also, a big ass motherfucker like you intimidates everyone so I need you by my side.

"Looking forward to it." My words were said as sadistically as possible.

"I can always count on you."

"I'm your right hand, boss. Whatever you need me to do, I'll do it. I've always got you." He ends the call with that and those last words play in my mind over and over because I'd said them to Dani in an entirely different fashion.