Chapter 103
He was gone.
Levy was gone.
No, I didn't mean it metaphorically. He's literally gone.
The rope was cut and the spot where he sat on was already cold. He was long gone by the time I checked on him.
I should've checked for the things that was on him. Ugh. This is why I won't ever make a good mafia or cop. I'm too bloody gullible.
I swear if I get to catch him again, he is beyond dead. I was done getting my trust torn into shreds every time I build it up again and again. I don't think I could face another found of this. It was too painful; to trust someone just to find out that they were little bitches.
I went back to the cabin after seeing that he was gone. Shock numbed me and everything felt surreal for a second. I didn't bother ushering the numbness away, I didn't want to face reality and I didn't want to think where he had probably gone and what he's doing.
All I should be worried about right then was how I would be getting my next fighting schedules. I knew when my next fight is but Levy would've been the one to notify me about further fights. That meant he probably had someone send him texts or call him to tell him when.
I need to get in contact with someone from the inside then. Thinking about the competition made me wonder why did Levy offer me this competition as a way out when I needed one. There must be something off about this competition too. What happened with the guy with the injured leg and his brother could be something planned. Or it could just be their luck.
But wouldn't it be too big of a coincidence that the guy who crashed into Adam and made him an amnesiac was the brother of the guy I injured and all Dom had to do was brainwash Adam to hurt me?
Dom probably saw the opening and took it, that's all I know thus far. The rest are just question marks and possibilities. Whether they planned this or not, they certainly succeeded in having me rejoin the competition.
After the last incident, they could've bet on me re-entering my ass into that stupid competition. I just hope that the competition isn't really controlled by Quentin's gang because that would definitely not end well for me.
I would certainly not make it out of the competition alive.
That thought led to another question about Levy. Has he always been heartless? Did he really not care about my well-being; after everything we've been through together? Did he choke on his words when he suggested joining this competition to me? Did it kill him when he knew he was signing me up into a competition that could spill my blood? Did he ever truly care about me?
I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answers to that. All I knew is that he was no longer a friend and I needed to start getting used to these betrayals made by people who claimed to be my friends, and possibly family; because I doubt there would be an end to this until I hit my grave. I just know that I shouldn't push my family away. But I have to prevent myself from getting too attached.
It will be hard but I needed to survive this mess until I get to the end of this ###Chapter of my life. I that was what I promised myself. I told myself that I'm going to get out of this mess and live my life as a normal and decent human being. Start a family, get a legal job, no more street fighting.
I'm going to get through this and I'm going to get through it without pieces of shit raining down on me.
The whole time that these thoughts bounced around in my brain, I had unconsciously sat on the seat behind the counter in the kitchen. Mr. Huang walked through the kitchen door and saw me but didn't ask any questions. He moved around the kitchen in silence, grabbed what he needed and left to give me space.
That didn't last as long as I'd think it would, though.
