Matt Finn pov
“Fucking shit!” I tell myself in my mind trying to get up, but everything hurts. I can't even stand because of the pain.
“You are a big dick, Drake! That's what you are, a fucking dick!” I say angrily in my mind.
He dragged me here in the middle of the night just to break me in a fight… Isn't it enough for me to struggle to keep everything in order and to keep this pack safe during the day? Should he torment me at night and not leave me alone?
"Yeah, Drake!" I say while I see how he destroys the entire Gym "You are an idiot!"
I get up slightly and lean on a treadmill but immediately a dumbbell flies right next to my head.
“What the fuck !!!?!?!?” is he insane. I panic to see him like this because he is right in the state of aggression that made him famous, but here is no war and here is no enemy to fight with. He is in his own house, for the goddess sake!
"Drake, stop for last time, I beg you, before it's too late and you'll kill someone!"