Roofie (MMA Bad Boys Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

all I care.
    “What. Do. You. Want?” I punctuate each word. The urge to punch something makes my fists curl up, but for once I refrain and take deep breaths instead. “You got thirty-seconds to spit it out.”
    “Tatiana and…” she begins, but I growl and halt her sentence. I don’t give a shit about my sister.
    “I don’t give a flying pigs arse what she does with her life. If she wasn’t so much like you, I might actually have cared. She can fuck who she wants. It’s not my business. Is that all?” I close my eyes and practice some deep breathing that I’ve learned through Cognitive Behavioural Therapy to calm the racing in my heart.
    “He asked her to marry him!” she screeches down the phone and I have to hold my mobile away from my ear, grimacing as it hits my brain. “This cannot happen.”
    “Why not? Because you’re married to his dad? Seriously, this marriage won’t last just like the rest. Bye, mother.” I hang up and toss my phone onto the bed as I walk through the bedroom. Fuck her. Fuck my sister. Fuck everyone that’s blood related. I’m done with being the mug in the middle and I’m sick of picking up the mess after Tatiana. She isn’t my problem.
    The shrill tone of my phone goes off again but I ignore it, growling deep in my chest. I can’t deal with this anymore. My mental state will only deteriorate and it’s about fucking time I took care of my damn self before the losers that make up my family. My sister has always been a whore and I couldn’t care less what happened to her. My family are dead to me. First thing tomorrow, I’m changing my number.

    After my fight, I stick around and watch Beast kick some arse. He doesn’t fight much now that he’s running this joint so I make it a point to stay and watch every time he does, along with Jase. Sometimes Carlotta and Gemma join us, but tonight they haven’t. Disappointment stabs at my gut when I realised Gemma wasn’t going to be here, when she wasn’t going be so close that I could smell her. But I can’t say that I’m happy with having these damn thoughts either. She doesn’t want me and she could do better anyway. After the drunken way I treated her, why would she ever want to go another round even sober?
    Shaking my head, I chug back my beer and watch as Beast knocks out his opponent with a left uppercut to the jaw. Cheers and cat calls erupt and Beast smirks, bows and leaves the ring.
    “We waiting? Or meeting him at the pub?” I ask Jase who clapping away like a teenager.
    “Meet him there. He said he has some paperwork to finish first.” He shrugs and we both stand, leaving the benches and making our way out into the bitter night air. The weather is getting cooler now as we approach winter and I can see the mist of my breath in front of my face.
    “Fuck, it’s cold!” Jase exclaims as he rubs his hands together. His American twang has never left him since arriving in England at the beginning of secondary school. It makes the girls swoon and I can’t say I blame them. He’s the whole package. I’m just a guy in a shit hot body with a broken fucking soul. I tend to never get attached and can be cold to women after getting what I want, Gemma included, but I honestly didn’t intend for that to happen and I feel like a jerk for doing it.
    Gemma. My thoughts always steer back to her and it pisses me off. I’ve never had an obsession with a girl, I’ve never been in a proper relationship, choosing instead to just sleep with women and toss them out the next morning. But unlike Beast, I’ve always been a little kinder to the women I chose to share my bed with.
    “Are we not catching a taxi?” I eye Jase as he unlocks his Aston Martin Vantage GT12. “We’re drinking, right?”
    “Yes, dipshit, we’re drinking. I’m driving us there and we’ll cab it home. I’ll pick up my ride in the morning. I’m not fucking waiting in the freezing cold for a taxi on a Friday night.” He shakes his head at me like