Double Or Nothing (Sequel To Double Standards Part 2)

Change Is Coming

Cole

Soon as Demarco slammed out of my room, Stacy glared at me. "Really Cole? You fucking cheated on me with her?

Before I could say anything we was interrupted by my car alarm blaring. Jumping up, I looked out the window and saw Miri bashing my car to hell while Dem stood aside laughing and cheering her on.

"Fuck" I groaned running my hand through my hair. Stacy snickered "serves you right".

"I can't do this right now". I snarled throwing my clothes on then slamming out the door. By the time I exited the house Miri and Dem was gone and my car was in shambles, so I set off on foot.

With no destination in mind I just walked. Finding the nearest bar, I headed in and ordered a double shot of fireball followed by beer after beer. I didn't mean to hurt Miri, I didn't want to hurt her. My pride will be the death of me. Yes at first I wanted to hurt her, make her feel how she's made me feel time and again. I never intended for it to go as far as it did but fuck, when she came at me naked and willing I lost all focus and my dick took over my mind.

Not only have I ruined my chances with Miri but I demolished my friendship with Dem. Of course I still loved Miri and said what I said just to hurt her. I will forever cherish being her first. The soul crushing look on her face will forever haunt me.

I needed a release and fast. Looking at the drunk beside me, a big man probably in his thirties, I said "fuck you fucker".

The man stood up "You got a problem boy?"

"Yes, I do. You smell like shit and I just want to kick your ass".

Sitting on the barstool, I watched as the man balled his beefy fist up and slammed it into my face knocking me off the barstool. Laying on the dirty beer stained floor I laughed like a lunatic. This is what I needed. Pain to override the pain I placed on Miri. Pain to dull the ache in my heart.

Big man jerked me up by my shirt throwing me up on to the bar delivering blow after blow to my face. I could feel and taste my own blood pouring from my wounds. Yet, I still laughed. He let me go and I slid to the floor. Managing to crawl to my knees, I taunted "is that all you got?"

The man ignored me guessing I'd had enough. Standing up I shoved him and cackled "It's my turn now dip shit". Before he could react I delivered a roundhouse to his head followed by a series of combination punches. I beat this man senseless, after all I have been obediently trained to kill with my hands since I was a child, as well as having my ass beat to a pulp to make me stronger.

Leaving the man knocked out cold, I stumbled out into the streets where a flashback of Miri came rushing back to me. I was 14 and just received my first ass kicking  for training. I showed up at her house all bandaged and scuffed up.

"Oh my God Cole what happened?"

It was just training miri".

She trailed her finger gently over my bruises and cuts "Don't be like them Cole. Do something with your life besides kill"

"It's not that easy Miri. You don't understand".

"Yes I do. Let's just run away together, you and I. We can live our lives our way, away from the killing".

Then Miri leaned over and kissed all of my sore spots.

"Promise me Cole that you won't do this with your life, that you'll get out and leave it behind".

Brought out of my flashback from a honking horn, I realized I was standing in the middle of the road. Moving along it came to me, run away Cole. Take Miri and run away. Plenty of men in the business took whatever woman they wished. Why should Miri be off limits simply because she is the kings daughter.