The Possessive Gang Leaders Princess

Caught pt. 2

Trus pov
Ignoring the stinging sensation in my thigh, i run as fast as i can.

I bump into a few people on the way, apologizing.

Finally I make it to the locker room. Hurrying, i get changed and unwrap my knuckles.

Someone walks in and i quietly press my back into the lockers. Ron and James peer around and look at me confused.

Letting out a breath, I relax a lil.

"Tru, what's going on?" James asks.

"Dante King? The whole... thing with his family and the king queen shit? Ya, I'm that chick. He didn't know i was fighting and that's how I need it to stay. But nooo. Dis nigga gon' show up! Like... Da fuc?" I rant and sigh.

They're eyes are huge and shake my head.

"You're kidding?" Ron says.

"Does it look like it? He seen me. I need to get out." Going around them I head for the door.

Walking out, there's still a huge crowd of people. And just a bit away, is Dante and his gang.

Mentally, I scream in frustration. People chant my fighting name and i duck down, melting into the crowd.

I put my Monster hat on and my hood over it as i move through the crowd.

Reaching the stairs, i stick to one side and zoom up them, entering the bar.

I run past Jarred as he says hey, but i don't respond. I run out the exit and three blocks over to my car.

Throwing my bag in the passenger side, i start the car and go.

I make it home and i run in, locking the doors. The lights were off and no one was in sight.

I head up stairs and open Matts door. He wasn't there. Confused and worried, i walk into my room.

Smiling, i see him in my bed and one of his shows on my tv. Setting my bag down, I walk over and see Britt in her bed.

Quietly, i grab a change of clothes and go shower. When I'm done, i hang my towel.

In my grey sweats and baggy shirt, i walk out.

A dark figure stands in my room, casting a shadow on the wall due to the light pouring in from the street lamps outside.

I inhale sharply. His eyes snap to me. Automatically, i recognize the dark grey eyes.

Glaring, i grab his shirt collar and drag him outside. I leave my door open.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" I whisper yell.

"You know why." He whispers. I stay silent and look away. "Look at me." I don't. "Look. At. Me." He grabs my chin and makes me fact him. "Why the hell would you do something like this? Hm? Do you have any idea how fucking dangerous that is? You're 5'3. Yes. You're frame is wide. But you're tiny."

"I'm good at it. To be honest, i enjoy it. A lot. I can release stress. I earn good money." I say. He shakes his head.

"You could get hurt, Tru. You need to quit. Tomorrow." He releases me and heads towards the stairs. I grab his shoulder and pull him back.

"Excuse me? You dont get to decide that! Its my life. Not yours."

He inhales sharply and clenches his fists, turning around slowly with his eyes squeezed shut.

Oh shit, what have i done.

I slowly back away a little. His eyes open and he cups my face, hands shaking. My heart beat quickens and i shake.